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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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"I don't wanna bug 'em!"

Finishing another glass all too fast before accidentally dropping it. She shrugs it off and wanders back to Iceland. Yes, she's close again. Hope he enjoys his personal space being invaded, as she sort of just hovers there at the edge of his personal bubble.

"I'll do something for them later. Get 'em something, or... something. Yeah!"

"Well, if you say so."

Logic and common sense doesn't work on drunk people, so what's the point of trying to drill them into her head? The dropping glass part, though, almost made him scold her. Putting everything back in their respective places was important, okay. He bite back the words and finished his drink instead.

"Hope you didn't forget that."

The triggering of his sarcasm is inevitable. The Nordic avoided invasion of personal space by strolling away into the table to put his now empty glass there.

"Uh-huh. I won't forget."

She looks thoughtful. Extremely thoughtful. So thoughtful that it cannot be expressed in words and therefore this tag will be extremely short. Only my babbling on how I cannot describe it can possibly lengthen this tag.

"Or I could go find them and surprise them right now!!" By the way, bad idea. Mr. Babysitter, her drunk ideas are no better than her sober ones.

He was, no doubt about it, doubtful about that. After setting his glass in the table, and possibly drinking a little more when she wasn't looking, he made his way back to her, still maintaining the former distance. That extremely thoughtful look bothered him even more than the fact that she doesn't look messy anymore. He took a step back as a precaution.

"No no no no no no no. You can do that later."

Obviously. That's the very reason why her thoughtful look scares him.

"How come? Think they're busy? I didn't notice any kissing!! Actually I wasn't paying much attention.... Huh."

A pause. Fear the thoughtful look. It is developing into something like this icon now. "I gotta talk to 'em! Or, or.. Have you seen Germany or America? I gotta bug them too. Ice! You're my sidekick! Help me out here!"

"Dear god, what did I do wrong."

He mumbled under his breath and facepalming mentally. He would do that physically if there's no one around them right now. "No thanks." This is where he had enough, and starts glancing around, looking for the quickest escape route. Sorry Lithuania, but a drunken Ameriken was just a bit too much for Iceland.

"Actually, I have something much more important to do now."

He quickly added, and definitely backing off some more now.

"HEY!"

YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY, ICELAND. Meriken reaches out and grabs for his hand before pulling him along in her own direction. "No way," she added, grinning wide. "You invited me here! What could be more important than your date? Huh?" A laugh. God you better be afraid.

"There's food, or-- HEY IS THERE DANCING?!" Now she's looking around like WHERE'S THE DANCING. Why yes, she can manage to walk if she has a purpose.

Oh shit. Resistance is futile when it's Meriken you're talking about, so he let her dragged him to her side once more. He's glaring at her rather angrily now.

"You're not my date. And Lithuania was the one who invited you here, not me. I was simply forwarded his message to you."

Apparently it's not the worst part. He's rolling his eyes for real now and let out a sigh. Then he tried to liberate his hand from her invasion because he's stubborn like that.

"No, that's only...your imagination."

"Same thing."

She's waving Iceland's denial away. He asked her, and as far as she's concerned right now, it's a date. Even though, later, she'll think other things. Don't worry. But right now, it's a date. And you have to dance if you're on a date! Don't deny this logic, it makes sense really!!!

"That means there actually is, right?! Since you're a mind reader, I'm gonna try to read yours from now on too!"

PULLING HIM ALONG LALALA.

"No, it's not."

It's not denial, because he really can't imagine himself being on a date with Meriken. 'Date' and 'Meriken' just doesn't work well in the sentence according to Iceland. Unless said date was a blind date and the other partner was a shark, with Iceland being the matchmaker, than it wouldn't work. Why did he asked her in the first place anyway? He lamented.

"Maybe."

She succeeded reading his mind this time. He was about to say no again, but realized that it would probably convinced her more. Saying yes was also wrong, so he chose to say something ambiguous instead.

He had no choice but got pulled along.

"So there is! Come on, let's go dance!"

Ah, the dreaded words. Meriken's not loosening her grip anytime soon. She's pulling Iceland to an area of the tea room that I declare open for dancing. There has to be music playing, right? Even if it's some crazy old school music. If there isn't music, Meriken can make do with the songs in her head. Still, whether Iceland wants to or not, Meriken is super strong. So she will just somehow start swinging him around or something I don't even know.

That image is amazing to picture.

"No, there isn't-"

It's too late. She already pulled him away to the dancefloor. Well yes, there's music playing, but Meriken chose the wrong Nation to dance with. The dancing queen is Sweden, not Iceland. And this is the very reason why Iceland hates parties. Somehow, the not-wallflowers always managed to drag him away from the great and glorious Wallflower Land, and forced him to do something stupid like dancing. But you see, he's not exactly a bad dancer, so he's just...going to try his best. While still frowning to the max.

That is an amazing mental image.

Dance dance dance. Meriken's especially energetic right now, so don't mind if she makes you do some girly dancing moves, Iceland. She'll laugh afterward and while dancing, she's going to talk. "See? Isn't it fun?" She's beaming at him. Waiting for an answer. AN ANSWER. THAT SHE WILL LIKE.

That kind of bothers him since he's the guy here, obviously, and he's going to try to stop that. In form of suddenly stopping in the middle of the dance. He knows how to sabotage, okay. Just ask England.

"No."

She wouldn't like his answer.

She hesitates but gives a little spin. Freeze frame there. You see that grin? It's a little too stressed to be true. Those stress lines on her face? Probably signs of anger. And that outstretched arm? A problem for Ice.

She's going to grab him yet again, and attempt to spin him like a lady. And then proceed to throw him spinning into a wall or something.

"But it's so fun, Ice!!" Oh yeah, now she's just standing there glaring across at him.

He seriously wanted to punch her after that. But please give him time to fix his clothes and probably hair, and stop that head from spinning like a boss. Once he managed to get a good hold of himself again after that, he's going to give her a good punch in the shoulder, complete with a glare (returning hers).

"It's not. End of story."

Let us all be glad that at that punch, Meriken held back her anger and did not slap him in response. A fight after a wedding was no good. And she was still trying to make him smile, I think. Although not right now due to.. alcohol as an influence. Instead she just laughs and crosses her arms as if she accomplished something.

"It's cuz you're a stiff."

Don't you know that domestic violence wasn't a good thing either, Meriken. He was still glaring at her with the power of a thousand burning volcanoes. It's embarrassing, okay.

"I'm not."

"Are."

Well. Meriken isn't even looking to him, so she's ignoring his glare. But she doesn't grab his hand this time, instead turning to view the rest of the room. "Maybe I'll just go back home." She hesitated. "I mean... to my room."

And then for a moment, she seemed so set on that idea. As if it were the only option. To leave Iceland the stiff here, and go back to her room, and everything would be perfectly fine from then on out. But there were so many things wrong with that idea, and finally she blinked clueless back to Ice.

"What floor are we on again?"

"Not."

Iceland stopped glaring after a while because what's the point, she wasn't even looking at him. He crossed his arms and leaned on the nearest wall instead.

"Then do it."

The tone of his voice was devoid of any concern. Not that he had any. He's pretty sick of her antics, and he doesn't have any problem with her leaving. When she finally turned back to face him, it was too late. He's already walking away, didn't even wait for her response or permission.

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

Partyyyyyyyy

Partyyyyyyyy

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Partyyyyyyyy ; I apologize for her orz

Partyyyyyyyy ; She's nuts, lmao.

Partyyyyyyyy ; that's one way to put it :|

Partyyyyyyyy ; and there's a myriad of other ways to put it.

Partyyyyyyyy ; INDEED THERE IS \o/

Partyyyyyyyy ; Oh, Meriken.

Partyyyyyyyy ; Isn't it lovely

Partyyyyyyyy ; Poor Iceland. LOL.

Partyyyyyyyy ; LOL somewhere deep inside, he likes to party. I KNOW IT.

Partyyyyyyyy ; oh, you know. we have perpetual beer, party and sex up here in the North. /shot

Partyyyyyyyy ; AHAHAHAHAHA

Partyyyyyyyy ; Happiest countries, dude. New Zealand should step down. /stabbed

Partyyyyyyyy ; ffffffffffff lmao

Partyyyyyyyy ; last tag, fyi, been online for too long. ttyl, ilu, i've neglected discedo haha <3

Partyyyyyyyy ; ttyl ilu! =3= <3 no worries

Partyyyyyyyy ; ilu too <3