The sly grin characteristic of the Nordic nation lit his face at the sound of his name.
“Yup, that’s me!”
England hadn’t counted on this, finding another nation in this kind of place, that’s why he’d come to Canada, so that no one would know of his... strange needs.
“I’m sorry about, uhm, before... I, I didn’t realize it was you, but what...”
“It was you, git?!!” England’s face was on fire, but something inside him warmed up, a realization that his body had made, but his head still didn’t fully comprehended. The possibility to see his dream come true, and with someone he already knew and trusted... well just knew because, really, the last time he and Denmark had talked for more than fifteen minutes, the Nordic had been a Viking trying to conquer him. He had ruled out nations, for the possibility of them being weirded out, but if one of them was into this, England couldn’t imagine a better match. “What the hell were you thinking, pushing me like that, I made a complete fool of myself, bloody idiot!”
“Hey, hey, England, calm down! I said, I’m sorry, okay! I didn’t know it was you, and that was a pretty stupid move you made! Now, please, could you tell me just what are you doing here?”
“I... I don’t... I didn’t,” It was futile to lie now, and it would cause him more trouble than if he answered with the truth, but words were traitorous, and refused to come out in the moments where you need them the most, so England just glanced at his feet and let his unspoken answer float in the air around them.
“Oh... I see.” In spite of his surprised tone, Denmark’s smile held its ground. “Well, you don’t have to be ashamed of anything, you know. I won’t tell, and I’m sure as hell you won’t either, but... Just what did you expect to find in there? If you are new to this whole thing, the place is too hardcore for you.”
“Well I have uhm... I wanted to... I needed, you know... to meet people? And I, yeah, I have some uhm...” He knew he wasn’t making any sense at all, knew that his ears and cheeks couldn’t turn redder then they were, but he also knew he was about to miss the opportunity of his life, if he didn’t do something soon. “My intent was to find someone free, and that will be seeking for someone too, I wished to experiment.” He cleared his throat standing upright, and doing everything in his power to maintain his dignity.
The awkwardness in the air was palpable, and it all came from England, who radiated a dangerous aura, full of shame and regret. Denmark was almost afraid of touching him, and snapping him out of his sudden self-hating world.
“It’s okay, Arthur. Everyone is looking for something here, whether it's fun, or just a partner, we are all the same.” He grew serious as he spoke, “Let’s go for a cup of coffee, okay? We can discuss the matter, with more privacy. I saw a Tim Horton, two blocks away.”
“A what?” It took two seconds to click in that he was in Canada.
“Remember you are in Canada.” “Yeah, right, and that makes me wonder, what the hell are you doing in here?”
Denmark laughed, and pulled England closer as they walked.
“I could ask you the same my friend, but the answers for the coffee.”
The strange warmth inside England grew a little, he was going to talk things over with Denmark, maybe this could work out after all, and maybe he wasn’t as lost as he thought.
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Re: The edge 1d/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 03:09 am (UTC)(link)“Yup, that’s me!”
England hadn’t counted on this, finding another nation in this kind of place, that’s why he’d come to Canada, so that no one would know of his... strange needs.
“I’m sorry about, uhm, before... I, I didn’t realize it was you, but what...”
“It was you, git?!!” England’s face was on fire, but something inside him warmed up, a realization that his body had made, but his head still didn’t fully comprehended. The possibility to see his dream come true, and with someone he already knew and trusted... well just knew because, really, the last time he and Denmark had talked for more than fifteen minutes, the Nordic had been a Viking trying to conquer him. He had ruled out nations, for the possibility of them being weirded out, but if one of them was into this, England couldn’t imagine a better match. “What the hell were you thinking, pushing me like that, I made a complete fool of myself, bloody idiot!”
“Hey, hey, England, calm down! I said, I’m sorry, okay! I didn’t know it was you, and that was a pretty stupid move you made! Now, please, could you tell me just what are you doing here?”
“I... I don’t... I didn’t,” It was futile to lie now, and it would cause him more trouble than if he answered with the truth, but words were traitorous, and refused to come out in the moments where you need them the most, so England just glanced at his feet and let his unspoken answer float in the air around them.
“Oh... I see.” In spite of his surprised tone, Denmark’s smile held its ground. “Well, you don’t have to be ashamed of anything, you know. I won’t tell, and I’m sure as hell you won’t either, but... Just what did you expect to find in there? If you are new to this whole thing, the place is too hardcore for you.”
“Well I have uhm... I wanted to... I needed, you know... to meet people? And I, yeah, I have some uhm...” He knew he wasn’t making any sense at all, knew that his ears and cheeks couldn’t turn redder then they were, but he also knew he was about to miss the opportunity of his life, if he didn’t do something soon. “My intent was to find someone free, and that will be seeking for someone too, I wished to experiment.” He cleared his throat standing upright, and doing everything in his power to maintain his dignity.
The awkwardness in the air was palpable, and it all came from England, who radiated a dangerous aura, full of shame and regret. Denmark was almost afraid of touching him, and snapping him out of his sudden self-hating world.
“It’s okay, Arthur. Everyone is looking for something here, whether it's fun, or just a partner, we are all the same.” He grew serious as he spoke, “Let’s go for a cup of coffee, okay? We can discuss the matter, with more privacy. I saw a Tim Horton, two blocks away.”
“A what?” It took two seconds to click in that he was in Canada.
“Remember you are in Canada.”
“Yeah, right, and that makes me wonder, what the hell are you doing in here?”
Denmark laughed, and pulled England closer as they walked.
“I could ask you the same my friend, but the answers for the coffee.”
The strange warmth inside England grew a little, he was going to talk things over with Denmark, maybe this could work out after all, and maybe he wasn’t as lost as he thought.
TBC