entrancelogs | 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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"Good."

You can sulk all you want, but that isn't going to change this.

He will sulk with ALL HIS MIGHT.

America will just.. chug his water and leave the glass there.

"Weren't you going to bed?"

"I'm going!"

Since you won't sleep with me I'm going to be bitchy. And drunk. But mostly bitchy. He will start stumbling for the door.

"Good."

...But he'll follow him anyway so he doesn't trip and fall and die.

And he might not notice since walking takes a lot of concentration.

Oh, America.

Bestie you can still sleep with me. Since you're follow me to my room and all.

No, America, you have to deal with that on your own. Also come up with legit tags.

Okay, you want a legit tag? Here's a legit tag:

So America's been at the party for a few hours now, probably drinking continuously since then. So he's had a few. And since he has had a bunch and European booze is always stronger obviously than the stuff he's used to (you'd think he'd know that by now? Or at least acknowledge it? fffft yeah okay) so obviously he's consumed more than he's used to. Again.

Now America lives on the 9th floor. He is also inebriated and would fail a sobriety test at a glance. So, there are a few options:

A) America staggers up nine flights of stairs.
B) He makes Germany carry him.
C) He sleeps in the hallway and wakes up on the roof with a tiger in his bed.
D) He finds a random room to sleep in.

Obviously, since C would require more drunken characters involved, it is not an acceptable option. Walking up two flights of stairs sucks hardcore when you're drunk, so America is going to be like 'screw this noise' and just stare at the steps for a while.

Yeah, not happening.

So he'll kind of stumble around the hallways until he finds his game room or an empty room because why do all the doors look the same and why are they all locked, obviously there are numbers but reading requires thought and he can't think things now. Obviously, passing out on the floor is an acceptable solution. Especially since the floor is kind of comfortable after having a few, ngl.

He has no idea Germany's still following him.

"America...?" Germany ends up awfully close behind America since America is stumbling around. "You live on the ninth floor, don't you?"

America's reaction is something along the lines of dfjdhgfjghdfskj as he has no idea, etc. He turns quickly and bumps into a wall. But at least he has something to lean against.

"I.... yes, I think so."

"...That's still a few more floors up."

".....Why are you following me?"

Way to make him sound like a creeper.

"So you don't get hurt."

But he is. Sorta.

"But I'm fine."

He just kind of sounds tired or whatever now.

"I know. But, just in case."

America blinks, as if he's processing this.

Suddenly he steps forward and.. gives Germany a nice, mildly uncomfortable hug (because what is insane amounts of strength when you're drunk anyway?)

"You really do care!"

Germany seems...more surprised, than anything else, really.

"W-well, we're friends."

"I know~!"

The clinging continues, but mostly because he's tired, and nuzzling Germany's neck seems to rectify this.

"I don't want to go up so many stairs. This place... should have an escalator or something. So walking up stairs is not.. um.. done."

Oh god this is awkward, but not as awkward as it would've been a two vodkas ago.

"But you need to."

Awkward defines America's existence.

"Can't I sleep here?"

'Here' is relative, either in the hallway or on the first floor, or in Germany's personal bubble where it's nice and cozy.

"No, you can't. This is a hallway." Not even going to remark on the other option of that.

He tries to argue but it ends up being more muttered as he noses Germany's neck more. This would almost be considered affectionate, if he didn't.. y'know, still reek of alcohol.

"America..." Germany nudges the other nation away from his neck, "Come on."

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