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

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Who: Lithuania (watchful_knight), Poland (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!]

Comments

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

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!"

[mashespotatoes.livejournal.com]

"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.

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

"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."

[mashespotatoes.livejournal.com]

...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?"

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

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?"

[mashespotatoes.livejournal.com]

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

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

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.

[mashespotatoes.livejournal.com]

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

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

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

[mashespotatoes.livejournal.com]

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

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[mashespotatoes.livejournal.com]

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

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

"....right! Hehehe!"

Leaningggg might be half hugging/clinging to him by this point. Merkel would be displeased.

"But I could have a few more! You should, too!"

[mashespotatoes.livejournal.com]

Don't bring bosses into this, America, that's horrible.

"I'm fine, thanks."

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

It's awesome, you mean.

"Are you sure? I mean, everyone else is kinda drinking stuff so it'll probably run out soon..."

[mashespotatoes.livejournal.com]

"That isn't really an issue," Germany replied, "it doesn't matter."

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

"Of course it is." Okay so America's an affectionate drunk. Hope Germany doesn't mind drunken, vodka nuzzles.

"I have a room, y'know. Somewhere... around here."

Obviously this is in no way an excuse to get you back to his place to.... probably watch him pass out. NO OTHER MOTIVES AT ALL.

[mashespotatoes.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I know," but there is the smallest hint of nervousness that maybe drunk America really does have another motive on this. "It might be good for you to...go back there. And sleep."

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

Too bad he won't remember much of this. If anything.

"Would you come with me?"

[mashespotatoes.livejournal.com]

"You can't handle that on your own?"

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

"No, I mean, I can't. Sleep with myself."

[mashespotatoes.livejournal.com]

It takes him a moment to figure out what America just said to him, and then he replies, "I am not going to sleep with you." Not that he hasn't slept in the same bed as America before, but, you know.

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

"But why nooooot?"

Cue drunken whining.

[mashespotatoes.livejournal.com]

"Because you're drunk," and that's just annoying, really.

[idkmybfftony.livejournal.com]

"....oh."

America pulls back a bit.

"I'm sorry."