entrancelogs | A Promise for the World to Hear [Semi-Open]

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A Promise for the World to Hear [Semi-Open]

Who: Lithuania (

reckless_eagle), and open to those with invitations.
Where The tearoom nearest the library.
When: From 3 in the afternoon, on Saturday, the 6th of June (backdated slightly).
Rating: PG.
Summary: Poland and Lithuania formalize their intent to wed. This involves a party, natch.
the Story:

It was a bit of a confusing situation--not a marriage, exactly, since for one thing, that wasn't what a betrothal was, and for another, they were technically married already. All the same, the atmosphere in the tearoom would have been appropriate for a wedding... only appropriate, considering the importance of a proper betrothal to Poland and Lithuania. As far as Poland was concerned, something like this was quite nearly as legally binding as a wedding, and it marked their commitment no less clearly.

Poland had taken charge of the decorations, draping the tables in pretty cloths and filling the room with flowers. Here and there among the bouquets, there was one plant in particular that might have seemed a little out of place to some guests--rosemary, filling the air with a warm, slightly spicy scent. Along the side walls, there were tables set up, lined with expensive cloths and covered in refreshments--food to one side, drinks to the other. The food consisted largely, though not entirely, of desserts made by Lithuania; the drinks were mostly alcoholic, an impressive assortment of beer, wine, mead, and vodka that Poland in particular considered essential to a proper celebration.

In the center of the room was a small table, with a loaf of bread, a bottle of wine, a small goblet, two candles, some salt, and a neatly-folded white scarf. Nearby, Poland and Lithuania waited. The ceremony was ready to begin.

[OOC: How this is going to work is that we'll have a closed thread for the ceremony (Julio, Hubb-mun, could you toss me an IM? Something I'd like to discuss with you about that...), an open one for guests to give their blessings and congratulations in, and an open one for mingling at the after-party. Sorry this is up so late!]

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"Woohooooo~!

Guess who got into the vodka. Guess. Well no, it wasn't just vodka. There were other drinks he ended up sampling during the course of the night.

America grinned, raised his glass and downed another rum and coke. In a world where you didn't have to worry about silly things like 'tab' and 'paying for drinks', he's destined to become an alcoholic. But for now, he just looks like one; the tie was hanging loosely around his neck and the top buttons to his suit shirt were undone and a bit rumpled but whatever, at least he could breathe.

And Americans are the best to have at parties. Obviously. But at least parties are loud?

The underage Japanese kid watched him curiously. America was always a pain, but he wasn't a bad guy. He was just loud and annoying ... like Yuiko. Well, not entirely like Yuiko.

He seemed to be having a good time. he seemed to be having too much to drink as well. Ritsuka had only seen a few people drunk before. The alcohol event was one of them. He found their stupid actions interesting to watch. After all, why would anyone want to get that far away from their normal self? He supposed his ideas of the matter were just skewed.

It's good to know that America was such a good role model for everyone, especially underaged Japanese kids. LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD TO WHEN YOU HIT LEGAL AGE.

America doesn't notice Ritsuka staring at him, but that might be because he's singing (or trying to sing) along with the music.

Rose grinned as she noticed America. He looked like a drunken bastard with his tie like that, but she didn't pay too much attention to it. Why? She just joined in with him. It was nice to be able to drink without having to worry about Lissa's safety.

"Hey! Save some for me!" she exclaimed.

For a moment, when her own bottle was pressed to her lips, she thought of Adrian. She looked at the bottle, somewhat in disgust, but more so of where the thought came from and why she thought of Adrian. She shrugged, taking a good gulp of it.

Germany had to admit, the drinks weren't bad. Although there had been, historically, a lot of distinction between his country and East Europe, having Prussia as a brother had guaranteed at least a little more traditionally eastern European culture. And while vodka may not have normally been his thing...

While in Rome, you know?

During the event, at least, he'd done enough hard liquor drinking for a good while, so he wasn't intent on getting drunk, but he wasn't exactly abstaining either.

America looked a little less than totally immaculate, but it was alright. At least America looked like he was enjoying himself, whereas Germany just looked more than a little out of place. He was happy for Poland and Lithuania, but these kinds of things were definitely not his strong suit.

So America isn't used to hard liquor. Considering the quality of his beer and alcohol and how watered down it was, that much is obvious. He's also very compulsive with everything he does.

Plus vodka has a wonderful ability of tasting like water the more you drink it. So that means the alcohol decreases, right?

America spots Germany being all awkward turtle and ~~staggers~~ heads over to him, slinging an arm around his shoulders and possibly leaning a bit too much on him.

He grins, maybe a little more inebriated than he would admit to.

"Hey, Germany! Isn't this party great?!"

I'm sure he's totally sober. Or at least will probably attest to that.

"Mmhmm, it marks a good thing for Poland and Lithuania," Germany agrees, although I don't think that's what America was really going for. The answer is all business, talking about the two nations rather than the party itself and the drinking, etc.

America defines sobriety right now.

"It does! I am so very, very, very-" He trails off a moment, as if he kind of forgot what he was saying, and kind of gestures vaguely with his glass of vodka 'on the rocks'.

"...for them, it's good! A good thing. Mmmhmm~!"

"Happy for them?" Germany offers, wishing that America could remember to speak his own language, or at least that they could speak his instead because that would be an interesting change, although he seriously doubts that would work with America so...sober.

America probably speaks every language better when he's drunk, though he'd somehow speak them all at the same time.

"Yeah! That. S'what I said, after all!" He leans against Germany a bit more, mostly because the room keeps moving and for some reason Germany isn't, so he functions as a wall right now.

"You havin' fun? You don't look like you are.. have you tried this stuff?" He waves his cup a bit, and leans in some to whisper, reeking of the alcohol in question.

"I'll let ya in on a little secret. It only looks like water!"

Germany pushes America gently, and subtly, back in the direction he came, because Germany is, in fact, not a wall, nor does he have any going now the middle of any major cities, thank you very much. Your unintentionally ironic metaphors are not flying here.

Anyway he also does not appreciate America's alcoholically-enhanced breath in his face. But Germany holds up his glass, humoring America in replying to his comment, "Yes, I know."

America is pushed and literally teeters back some because his equilibrium is so amazing right now, and of course there is no wall going through Berlin because America tore it down, need I remind you of that? ~~How's Berlin, anyway?~~ But since gravity is not something America wants to mess with right now, he doesn't let go of Germany because he'd probably fall on his face.

"Ohh, so ya do, huh? Hehehe!" Why is this even funny right now. He finishes his glass and sets it down. "Why aren't you... uhhh... talking to people?"

Dude, it's totes true. Merkel talked to America's congress about it and everything.

"I don't really have anything to say," obviously.

Leaning in again. Hey, balance isn't necessary when you have a bestie who's about your height.

"But you're talking to me! So obviously you have words to say!"

"You're talking to me, I'm replying," which is technically true. He moves America back again, trying to maintain his quickly shrinking bubble of personal space.

"Same thing!" This time America is expecting it, and pushed back a little bit, which ends up.. even more in Germany's 'bubble'. Because really what is space between friends? Two very sober friends. Totes.

"Ohhh, that reminds me... I kinda wanna ask ya somethin.." Never mind the slur in his speech, it's a lie. And the fact that he picks up his empty glass, tries to drink from it, and frowns when he realizes it's empty.

"...someone drank my drink."

...Thanks a lot, bestie.

"I imagine that was you, America," he says this quietly, however, because he doesn't want to fight over who really drank the vodka as America is probably at denial. Instead, and also because he's betting America will focus on the most recent thing said to him, Germany asks, "What was it you wanted to ask?"

Anytime! .D.

"Was it?" But then Germany speaks and oh right the question. He puts his glass down again and looks thoughtful for a moment. Very thoughtful. When it seems like he forgot what he was going to ask again, he leans against Germany again.

"Y'know I like you, right?"

"You've mentioned it before," Germany replies carefully. Oh, America, you are so drunk right now.

No, he is sober. Somehow there's a difference. Also he may or may not be able to find the 's' key.

"Good! I mean, that I've said it. So its not weird if I try t'kiss ya again." He gestures pointlessly with his hands because suddenly he's Italian.

"Ah--" Okay awkwaaaaaaard turtle, "America, I think you may have had too much."

"But I could have sooooo much more!" Personal space no longer exists.

"If you want to spend the rest of the party passed out." Oh god get out.

"I haven't had that much! I've only had..."

He trails off as he counts on his fingers. There's a pause and he looks confused.

"....what's higher than 5?"

"Six," he shakes his head, "You don't need any more."

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