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[herocomplex]

hey australia

remember that time your apeshit asstronaught guy jumped out of space onto earth

hahahhahahahaa that was so stressful
i never told u this butt
i got constipated that night from the Stress

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Felix yes

prunes. prune fritters. I don't have the energy for this. go to bed

[herocomplex]

FEET LICKS yeah that was his name
felix*** hahaha what a crazy bastard am i right
this is totes weird butt i'm proud of him and i hope he's doing ok rn
no more jumping out of rockets shenannies god i hope not
now im worried about him

what??? what about prune fritters??

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I think he's fine. He's a daredevil, he'll do what he will.

If it happens again, make prune fritters. Is there a reason this needed to come in at three in the morning, and is your phone just autocorrecting "but" to "butt" at this point, considering?

An Invitation

[freshtilapia]

You are invited, darling! I'm making my debut as a performer at Club Tourmaline. Entrance is typically 10 Chroma, but show this invitation and you can get in for just 5. Feel free to bring friends!

Entrance Voucher

xoxo Whorelyn Lyra

Action;

[tomate]

[ Spain isn't stupid. A lot of people may see him and how he acts and talks and think him done, but they forget that he was the strongest nation in the world for some time. You don't get to that position by being dumb. He's too trusting at times, sure, and think more with his heart (and dick at times) than his brain, but there's a brain under that brilliant mess of soft brown hair. He catches onto things.

Spain isn't a superpower, he doesn't need to be at the top of his game. It's fine if it takes him a moment or so to connect the dots, but when he does--

Austria will walk into his room, Spain standing there, waiting, and proudly holding out a smaller version of, well, this ]

Ah, Querido! Congratulations are in order!

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[It had been a nice afternoon out; there was always something nice about treating himself to lunch. No pesky antlers anymore, no heat to worry about; just a nice afternoon with a bowl of soup and a cup of coffee and the excitement of going home to nap after. Because yeah, he's still tired. Not as tired as last month, but the first day after the three-moon cycle is always going to be a little rough.

Austria returns home, takes his shoes and pants off immediately, followed by his vest and tie, finally placing his glasses on the coffee table. He's headed straight for the bed when he walks into the room and sees Spain. With that damn cake.

He squints.]

...What?

[The last person he had sex with was Spain, what is this??

He stands there, frozen, completely puzzled.]

First of all, what are you doing bringing cake into the bedroom? Second -- did you make that? Or did you pay someone to make something so vulgar?

Third. Wh....what??

[tomate]

Oh, please, Querido, I know how to make something as simple as a cake! [ he sounds slightly offended that austria would ask him if he paid someone to make this??? who do you take him for, america? ]

I know it's a little late, but I mean, I could see how you looked at Germany sometimes... [ trailing off there for a second before continuing ]

I'm really happy for you!

[ still has no idea about the general /HANDWAVES thing going on there ]

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I would have hoped as much... [still, as simple as it was, the thought of creating something that said that from scratch instead of relegating it to someone else... he's not sure what would be more ridiculous.

Austria blinks at the mention of Germany.] But I haven't done anything with him since the first... [Suddenly he remembers he never actually told Spain explicitly. He'd hoped he'd caught on from the numerous hints that had been dropped and didn't give it much thought, assuming he probably was just respecting space and privacy.

He blinks again.]

You ... can't be serious. That was a month ago, that's beyond late!! N-not that I would have even expected you to make me such a thing in the first place??

[He opens his mouth to speak several times and nothing comes out. He's standing there holding his elbows and he finally throws one hand up.]

... Are we supposed to share this? Don't you think that's a bit awkward?

( ACTION. ) AUGUST 19th

[herocomplex]

<sub>[ It's the beginning of the week, which means that America has a lesson with Austria. He's definitely improved on the piano since he started learning months ago, surprisingly, and today he's playing out a simplified jazz piece for Austria. He's doing well, missing a few notes here and there, but he doesn't ever stop or seem hesitant. As the song progresses, the brunette may notice America bouncing in his seat or his lips moving as if he was keeping count. He even tears his eyes away from the sheet music for a second to cast Austria a glance with a smile before putting his attention back on the music.

A few more hiccups, but he finishes and leans back, hands gripping the bottom of the piano bench before one hand gestures to the music. ]</sub>

Hahaha, okay! Shit like this reminds me of the Charleston, you know?

_{[ Surely Austria remembers that dance in the 1920's. ]}

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[This is honestly the last thing Austria could have expected when he first arrived here, especially with America being the first person he ran into, and the conversation that ensued. This was, honestly, incredibly fulfilling. It isn't as if he'd never given piano lessons to another nation but... well, it had been a while, and it had been only possible when he was living with other nations. Back when his house was full, he didn't feel quite as isolated. Not only does he get to watch America improve, which is fulfilling on its own, it's also hearkening back to less lonely times.

Austria starts up, though, looking at the way America is leaning back; if he were a cat his hair might be sticking up.] Ah -- try not to tip it back --

[The Charleston, though. Yes, he remembers. Bittersweet for a number of reasons, including the fact that it sort of signified an era of freedom of expression right before things went sour. And bittersweet, because]

...I was barely out of a wheelchair when that came out, so I never learned it. But yes, it's got the same rhythmic pattern. Your playing is coming along very well.

[herocomplex]

Hahahaa, oh, _{[ weird voice ]} hell yessssss! Take that, Mozart, you bi-atch. BAM.

_{[ Just. Going to finger gun the piano. Please don't pay attention to.. probably any of this that is happening right now. Also, what does Mozart have to do with anything.
America does shift in the seat so he's completely facing Austria now, seeming pleased to receive praise. ]}

Yeah! I'm boss at this shit now. I bet I can play Sherbet now.

_{[ Schubert, remember? ]}

You never learned the Charleston? Why not? I mean, obviously not back then, but why didn't you try to nowadays?

continuation for lantern sap

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[Austria managed to make it out of the apartment fully groomed and food completely cut up and packed in fifty minutes. Now that is dedication. The cooler he's packed is mostly full of fruit and bread rolls, and there's a little bit of cheese. And wine. Sparkling. It had been purchased when France was still there before, and he didn't have the heart to drink it alone when France was gone, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to jump on the opportunity to share it as intended.

The pit stop as they passed the adult store had been, like many of France's antics, endearingly annoying. The kiss was something he'd wanted to save for a better moment, so the one he granted was chaste, but it lasted longer than he'd planned. The unpredictable sense of time had made it feel even longer, too, or rather, suspended. Maybe it wasn't all that bad, feeling like the world stopped around them. But he still finished it off with a make it quick through his teeth.

When they arrive at the park, Austria sits down cautiously, quietly. There's a long while when he just savors the sensation of being next to him, shoulders touching gently. His wings are draped over the back of the bench for comfort, and with France to the right of him, his right one may be just a tad more extended than the left.

Finally, a trembling hand reaches out to rest itself on France's thigh; once it's there the grip tightens with a neediness that he almost regrets revealing.]

I... was told that it was as if no one had gone anywhere, back home. Did... did you remember everything? Did I?

[He takes an apple with his free hand, giving it a small and nervous bite.]

[amant]

[ He has limited experience with Austria's attempts of haste when getting out of the door. There is the assumption, however, that the other nation shares a few similarities with France in the realm of preening about. He is impressed when the brunet knocks on his door fifty minutes later to collect him, food in tow. France has to have a moment to quietly shun the way his chest ached, damning his own contentment being so easily won over.

To absolutely nobody's surprise, France has a streak of selfishness that spurs on smoothly seeking out Austria's lips in a kiss. In all fairness, he'd only just arrived and barely had a demi-chroma to his name. In his attempts to get a few extra chroma to purchase a little something, he hardly notices the bizarre ebb of time around them. When he does tear himself away from Austria, he gives a quick trip to the sex shop a college try and is rewarded with a bonus gift (rare, supposedly) with some disconcertingly vague instructions attached. The lantern remains unlit at his side as they continue to the park, and by the time they settle on the bench it sets, temporarily forgotten at his hip.

There is a silent, mutual agreement that idle conversation wasn't necessary. The two of them sit close and in the quiet some of the stiffness in France's demeanor shifts. Not to a slouch. Never. Still, he seems quite pleased to just share the same space as his companion. It takes a hand gripping his thigh to shake him out of the moment and his had dips as he gives the long fingers holding fast a questioning look.

Did he detect concern in the subtext to Austria's question? Wetting his lips, he leaned back against the bench. He didn't appear all that eager to confirm Austria's concerns. He also doesn't really want to relive it. ]

You were told correctly. Nobody seemed to recall their time away. Not even you...

[ His hand finds the one on his thigh, lips drawing into a wry impersonation of a grin. ]

My memory must be superior between the two of us as I remembered everything.

[ It was harder than he cares to admit, so he doesn't. He sighs and leans against Austria's side better, peering toward the basket. Of course, he sees the wine. ]

He didn't much care to share wine with me. It was heartbreaking...

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[Another bite of the apple, a larger one, and more nervous. That was, indeed, what he was afraid of hearing.] I see. [His head lolls back a bit, resigned.] But I never left here. From my view, at least -- but you did leave, could it be, maybe... I would have to be sent back from here? To remember? It happened that way to me several years ago, but the memory was so faint, it was something surreal like here but I can't recall much more than that. I would hope... [Still eating that apple.] If you remembered, then there's a chance... if I ever have to fully leave this place, I would remember, too...

[Wine. Austria pops the rest of the apple into his mouth from sheer moonblessing instinct without a thought as to how strange it looks, and he goes to open the wine. The cork comes off with a pleasant pop and flies off somewhere in the distance. And as he pours into the two flute glasses he brought] "He?" It... it is still me, you know. Just... I didn't know. [The idea of splitting consciousness doesn't bother him so much -- it's even a bit fascinating -- but splitting off into a separate person? That's far more terrifying, and makes this feel less real.] And I'm still me. I have all this nonsense happening but I... I'm not a different person. I'm the same person you loathed. [A small smile comes out, and he takes a sip. And takes the cheese out, handing it to his companion.] This place... it's freeing. I don't recall feeling so at ease with myself since childhood.

[He finally turns his attention from the sky over to France's eyes, and it feels electric.] I'm not different. The man back home has all this, buried somewhere.

[His eyes lower, initially from self preservation, but he spots the lantern in the process.] What is it that they gave you, anyway? A little light?

slot for IC reactions to date auctions

[edle_gestalt]

( ACTION. ) like april 26th or something

[herocomplex]

_{[ There's some banging on Austria's door in the evening. Not too late.. maybe around 8 pm. Followed by: ]}

YO FRAAAAANZ!! YOO-HOO, GUESS WHO..!!

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[Austria knows that voice anywhere, and he's happy to hear it again (though also mentally preparing himself for what's to come) but...

Is he asking for France? Presumably he only just now returned to this world -- Austria would have heard him even if his door wasn't being knocked on, let's be real -- did someone tell America about the two of them? He hurries over to the door to open it.]

France isn't home at the moment. Hello and good to see you too? What of me? Am I air?

[he's really not processing that America is just calling him Franz for no reason]

[herocomplex]

Dude..!! Why the hell would I wanna see that Frenchy guy.. I came here to see you! Franz! Like.. Franz Sherbet..! Remember?

_{[ Anyway, he just barrels on through and once he's in Austria's space, he'll go in for a BIG OLE HUG. ]}

Hahahaha! When I came back here, I remembered all of our memories.. well, most of them..! Definitely the lessons you gave me, thank god!

[ text because I wanna ]

[amant]

I am sure that whatever it is you're composing in the next room is going to be beautiful and inspiring.

Right now though...

[ He can't go over his writing horrible smut with a few bars here and there stopping and starting. It's been an hour, Austria come on. ]

I've been compiling a list of things in the meantime that could benefit us during Cordis. Would you like to see it?

[ prooooomising? ]

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[sorry the Bösendorfer doesn't have headphones]

Send it while my train of thought is already lost.

[If he weren't interested at all, though, he would have left it on read.]

that icon jesus

[amant]

[ Well SooooRRRrrY maestro for interrupting those pretty fingers. Said hands are also a distraction to his writing but there are more pressing matters! He has a limited time to work with. ]

I just want to shop for a few nice things for us, and as we are more than taken care of financially I think a little splurge is in order.

[ That's a preface, sent nicely in its own little message bubble. Moments later, he unleashes the thunder. He can hear the quiet alert go off with every text. France is well-versed in making lists of such extravagant nature. Fussy, but thorough.

Several texts later, he caps his list with: ]

I'd be lying if I didn't want a gratuitous amount of pate. That was quite nice last time.

[ Yes, he just got a shopping list for actual groceries. Appetites come in more than simply sexual, unfortunately. He wants tarts, and chickens, and fish, and pates, and a little bit of junk just to satisfy his inner fat child. Also wine. That's just a standard though. ]

action; morning after sanguis

[tomate]

[ spain groans as he starts to come to. sanguis is completely different from cordis and while spain is excited to get bull horns for a change, he's not sure how much he likes everything else about it. he's... sore. that's the best way to put it.

it's a soreness he hasn't felt since the last time he had se--

oh.

he opens his eyes and blinks awake, looking around him and immediately sees austria next to him, still asleep. there are marks across his neck from spain's passionate lovemaking that look... more passionate than usual. ]

Querido!

[ because the immediate thought is to shake him awake ]

Are you alright?!

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Hm...

[The first thing Austria notices when he wakes up is that he, too, is sore.

Not bad.

Details of the previous night slowly become clearer as he eases into consciousness and then there's a delighted sort of disbelief. Scratching debris from the corner of his eye, he smiles remembering that the intensity of it all had brought him to tears.

Then he finally processes Spain's concerned tone, and the fact that he's being shaken.]

Ja... [He trails off through a sated grin, placing a gentle hand on Spain's arm.] An understatement to be sure, don't you think? Good morning to you too.

[tomate]

We've...

[ there's a blush? on his face. wow that's never happened before but it's hard not to when he remembers what they got up to last night.

(he's pretty sure he moo'd) ]

We've never been that rough before.