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aphanon_meme) wrote2013-07-14 10:12 pm
aphanon_meme) wrote2013-07-14 10:12 pm
part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)
Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.
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[Just in time to see your back heading out the door]
[Curses under his breath, quickly shouldering his bag and running out after you. He's just got to hope he really is faster, because he's a good ten or fifteen paces behind already]
[But don't worry, he'd be just as happy tying you up against a tree as in Starbucks]
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god damn why did he never exercise more. he's not as fit as he once was, but he is turning and hurrying through brambles where he can, desperately trying to lose you ]
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[He hasn't needed to chase someone like this for a long while, but it comes back easy enough, and he's ducking under branches and leaning down just enough to try and pick up more speed each time they continue straight for a moment]
[England better find some way to lose him or slow him down or he's going to be caught soon at this rate]
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runs right into the lake.
suddenly entirely underwater, he panics, struggling up to the surface. but not being able to swim, he can barely keep his head up, kicking and struggling for a breath.
oh, fuck. not even day two and this is how he dies? damn it- ]
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[But paused at the edge of the forest it doesn't really look like England's going anywhere, or even really managing to stay up. He stays still for a few seconds longer, wondering if England's trying to pull something]
[Until their last conversation about water comes to mind, and then he's darting in anyway without a second thought, kicking his way over and grabbing onto England's shoulders, holding him at the surface]
Are you trying to kill yourself!? I said I was gonna tie you up not kill you, you idiot!
[And instead now he's saving the guy's life. This isn't really how he expected things to go]
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he grips the knife that's still stuck in his hand, but really is just desperate to get out of the water ]
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[He wades them back to the shallow area slowly, still ranting about moronic Englishmen and their moronic nation, but stops before actually dragging him out of the water, grip tightening]
If you try and stab me once we're out I'm gonna throw you back in, okay?
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though at least his feet touch the ground at last. he nods quickly, trying to move things along and actually help Spain towards dry ground ]
Alright, alright! I won't!
[ that's a threat he'll actually listen to. he does not want back in that deep water ]
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[Then he relaxes his grip just slightly, finally bringing them both back out of the water and to the shore. He does what he can to shake off some of the water, but in a sweater and shoes there's no helping it]
[And then he's dragging England right back to the forest area, away from the water]
Do you wanna take anything off first? It might be kinda uncomfortable to sit in everything all wet.
[See, he's still being nice even when he's planning to tie you in the open wilderness with murderers running around freely]
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but before any making out with the floor occurs he's dragged up and away, back into the forest. he'd struggle, but he still remembers Spain's threat of throwing him back in the water. he curses. ]
I swear, you've lost your damn mind. What is tying me up going to accomplish? I'll be killed out here, and you're not even letting me put up a fight!
[ He collapses against a tree, breathing heavily and staring at Spain with contempt ]
Though I suppose that's your intention.
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[And true enough that hit to his arm is still bleeding. It might have been able to clot by now usually, but between all the exertion he's had to do since receiving it there hasn't been much time for that. England can expect some blood getting on him in this as well]
[As soon as they're to the tree he's pinning England to it by a shoulder, even though there's really no struggling right now, reaching his other hand into his bag for one of the strips of cloth and pulling it free]
[He frowns at that accusation, pausing for a moment in trying to figure out the best way to do this. Instead he's leaning in, close enough that England should be able to feel the heat from his face, if not the rest of his body]
I'm going to come back for you, I swear. I've gotta find a way out of here before I can let you go, but as soon as I do I'll come back. I'm not gonna let you die either, even if you're an asshole.
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[ ...a knife might be a bit more deadly than a taser, admittedly, and he might have done a bit more damage to Spain than he received - Spain's blood stains all over his shirt say as much - but still. technicalities.
he stares at Spain, too close for comfort and hating him right then, not believing a word he's saying. England struggles a little, hands shaking, but it's not by much, Spain's threat fresh in his mind. ]
If you come back, I won't be here. I'll be dead, you fucking- Christ-
[ dead.... or gone, with any luck, if he can somehow get out of this mess. he hopes Spain's knot tying skills aren't up to much, at least. or maybe Japan will come across him... ]
I hope you're pleased with yourself.
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[And he attacked first, but let's not mention that. Stop irritating him now or he might make those knots a little tighter than necessary]
Anyway it's not going to take that long, I bet we can figure something out by the end of the day even, and I'll be back by nightfall!
[Sets to work, first lacing the makeshift rope right over the middle of England's arms and then looping it back around the tree. His knot tying is pretty damn good, actually, centuries making them on ships working to his advantage. Still, this is a first aid emergency blanket acting as "rope", and with quite a bit of effort it should be possible to tear it eventually. He's just hoping that he'll be back with a plan before England can do it]
[A few more loops and knots over England's chest and hips and arms and he finally stops to look over his work. He's just got to hope it'll be enough to hold. And then he's standing straight again, coming close and reaching a hand out to England's cheek. He really does look almost reluctant to be doing this]
I'm really sorry. I'll come back tomorrow with food if we haven't figured a way out by then...
[And then he's leaning forward that bit more, pressing weather roughened lips to England's cheek. Maybe it's an apology, maybe it's a goodbye-]
[Or maybe he's trying to distract England enough while he reaches for the hand holding that knife]
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the kiss is surprising, but he soon realises Spain's intentions. he struggles immediately, his vice grip around the knife only getting tighter. he can barely move his arm at all, the rope definitely tight enough, but he still waves the blade as best he can, trying to keep Spain away. ]
You can't- can't take the one thing that might keep me from being murdered where I stand!
[ he almost says "please", but he's not quite desperate enough to beg here, not to Spain ]
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[The desperate movements of the knife manage to get one of his fingers, and he pulls his hand back with a hiss of pain, raising his arm and slapping hard across England's cheek, leaving a trail of his blood there]
Stop it, I'm not taking it with me! Drop it now or I'm going to have to make you drop it and I don't want to do that!
[He wants to take the knife, for his own safety, but it does seem cruel to leave England with nothing around for protection. But it's true England can't fight off anything bound as he is, so it shouldn't make much difference]
I'm going to hide it in one of the bushes here. If I don't... if I can't make it back and you get out then you can pick it back up.
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he loosens his grip on the knife a little, sighing. ]
You leave this somewhere I can find it when- if I get out of here. And nearby in case I need to defend myself.
[ he drops it after a moment ]
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[There is some relief when he hears the quiet thud of the weapon hitting the ground; he didn't want to have to force it out of England's hand, but he wasn't going to leave it there either. He bends to pick it up, holding it up close for a better look. It's not bad- and for a moment he's hesitating, taking a quick look between the knife and England. He could take it, give himself better protection if he's attacked again. Hell, he could take down England right now, one push of this knife and he wouldn't have to worry about England hurting anyone else here]
[It would be so easy. And he deserves it, doesn't he? Who's the one who stabbed him?]
[A hard swallow and he shakes his head. No, he shouldn't be thinking like that. He steps away several feet to a nearby bush, bending low and driving the point of the knife fully into the ground underneath the base of it. There's no glinting of metal that way, it shouldn't be seen by anyone who doesn't know to look]
[He stands but doesn't turn back after that, not wanting to look at England right now. It would be too easy to change his mind, do something rash. He's not that kind of person anymore]
... If you get out of here I want you to stay away. Let's not run into each other again, okay?
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he relaxes considerably when he sees the knife being struck down into the dirt, still watching Spain's back. he's grateful, but of course he doesn't say so.
don't worry though, he doesn't want to run into you again either. the longer he can go without seeing Spain, the better right now, honestly. ]
Run along, then.
[ he's bitter, putting as much hate and contempt into those few words as he can ]
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[But he has to do what he thinks is best, and right now he thinks this is safer for everyone. He was originally planning to return with something, just in case they don't find a way off this island, but he's starting to feel a little strange and maybe it's best if he can avoid people for a while. Especially England]
[Ducks his head down, and without another word he's off in the opposite direction. Whatever happens to England, he's washed his hands of it now]