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Post by Portugal on Mar 8, 2010 22:43:04 GMT -5
The images came to a halt the moment Arthur took his hand. Blinking, almost dazedly, Afonso looked up at the Brit. It took him a moment to register what Arthur had said, but Afonso still found himself nodding, rising to his feet. "Are you... Are you alright to walk?"
He felt absolutely silly, wiping at his eyes. He didn't even know why he was crying, what brought on the tears. Arthur probably thought he was crazy for bursting out into tears over a price. Though, Afonso knew the price had nothing to do with the tears. The emotions it triggered... Emotions he didn't understand, that's what caused them.
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Post by England on Mar 9, 2010 18:20:42 GMT -5
He pat the hand in his gently, smiling as reassuringly as he could. "I will be fine. Come, walk me to my ship?" he outright grinned, pushing away the old feelings of sadness and trying to hold back the fluttery feelings. "This time, I think I can make it all the way."
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Post by Portugal on Mar 10, 2010 0:14:40 GMT -5
He couldn't help the smile from forming again. Especially when he saw Arthur's own. "You have a nice smile..."
The words were out before he could think them over. And he could feel the heat burn on his cheeks. Quickly he averted his gaze, using the premise of wiping the tears away to hide his blush. Only to look back at Arthur when he was sure it was less noticeable. And he couldn't help but smile a bit more at his comment. "I would hope you would be able to make it this time..."
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Post by England on Mar 11, 2010 11:48:21 GMT -5
He couldn't stop the fact that his face turned red easily (something he'd always cursed growing up) when someone said something nice to him. And it was a nice compliment - he found that he couldn't stop smiling and that fluttery feeling in his chest just grew more and more until... damn it. He couldn't deny it any more. He was pretty sure he'd fallen in love...
"I should be fine." he tugged gently on Anfonso's hand, leading the way back to the docks and never once letting go.
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Post by Portugal on Mar 11, 2010 17:02:18 GMT -5
He followed him, smiling sheepishly as he used his free hand to wipe the lingering tears away. "Heh... Sorry, I suppose I ruined dinner..."
Peeking at Arthur, and he couldn't help but let the sheepish smile fade away. The more he looked at the Englishman, the more the sheepish smile faded away into a more adoring one. He had to wonder if Arthur was aware of how beautiful he was. From the way the pink cutely spread across his cheeks. To the way the genuine smile light up Arthur's emerald colored eyes.
Slowly he came to a halt, his body moving on its own. As if caught in the motion of a familiar action, from a life he had long ago. It was only until after he had kissed Arthur's cheek that he caught up with himself. Afonso turned bright red, backing away hesistantly as he pulled his hand free from Arthur. "I-I... Sorry!"
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Post by England on Mar 12, 2010 20:13:13 GMT -5
As they walked towards the docks, Arthur trying to sort out his feelings in a rational way (after all - they were on opposing ships and his captain was trying to kill Arthur), when he noticed Afonso slowing down bit by bit. When they came to a stop, he turned around curiously to ask what the matter was.
Then Afonso kissed his cheek and the world stopped for a long, stunned moment. When he came back to himself, not much time had actually passed, and Afonso was apologizing - little did he know there was nothing to apologize for! So he did the first thing that came to mind and pulled him closer, kissing the portuguese man's cheek lingeringly.
"There. Now we're even." he flushed as he pulled back, shifting nervously from foot to foot. D-did he really just do that?
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Post by Portugal on Mar 12, 2010 20:58:57 GMT -5
Afonso's brain completely shut down the second Arthur had kissed his cheek. He must of looked like a fool. His eyes wide and face completely red. In the words of his captain. He was pretty sure he resembled a tomato. And then, he couldn't help but let a somewhat dopey smile spread across his face. Looking at the nervously shifting Arthur, he couldn’t keep the small chuckle from escaping. And carefully he moved, pulling the Brit close, one arm looping around his waist while the other rose. Calloused fingers brushing against Arthur’s cheek before he gently cupped the side of the others face.
They shouldn’t be doing this. Afonso shouldn’t be falling for Arthur like this. They were on opposing ships. If the captain found out…
But he could careless right now, not when he had such a beautiful man in his arms. “Do you ever feel… Like you’ve known someone for a lifetime? Even if you’ve only met them twice?”
Because that was how he felt. It felt like he had known this man all his life. Even though Afonso knew this was only their second meeting… Right?
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Post by England on Mar 16, 2010 21:55:10 GMT -5
It felt as if all the blood was rushing into his face the closer Afonso got to him, the warm calloused hand on his cheek all too real and in the present - unlike those strange memory-bits he'd been trying to come to understand.
"Like I've spent a whole lifetime with you." he admitted honestly, well aware of how sappy that came out but unwilling to take it back. "A-and the same with most of my crew! ...like I knew them all before..." he trailed off, entirely too embarrassed and trying to cover for it.
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Post by Portugal on Mar 16, 2010 23:21:08 GMT -5
Afonso remained quiet, listening to Arthur speak. His words were so familiar. He couldn't deny it, that was exactly how he felt amongst several members of his own crew. There were bonds presents, one that seemed to have just formed out of no where. Bonds that Afonso couldn't explain, but cherished. Things he couldn't explain, memories and dreams he knew he shouldn't have...
His head ached, but he tried to push the thoughts aside. Tried to focus on the present. On Arthur. "I don't understand... How did I know you before I even met you..?"
His eyebrows knitted together as he tried to make sense of the situation. Nothing made sense. Theoretically, there was no way he should have fallen for Arthur so quickly. They had only met twice after all! And it had only taken mere minutes for Afonso to risk everything to save the Brit. It was like there was another part of him, a part that wanted to protect Arthur no matter what. A part that was buried, that he couldn't bring back...
He wasn't sure what had made him lean closer, another inch or so and they would...
"Why do I feel like I'm in some sort of dream?"
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Post by England on Mar 19, 2010 12:43:48 GMT -5
"I have started to believe in past lives myself - people I was close to, people I hated... people I loved..." he flushed, trying to concentrate on the words coming out of his mouth and not on Afonso - distractingly beautiful, and so close - because he deserved as honest an answer as he could give him. "Some people in this world, you just know before you know them... it's confusing, yes - and sometimes downright embarrassing but..."
He bypassed Afonso's mouth, leaning in to whisper in his ear, gently pushing a few stray strands of long hair behind it. "... but I'm very glad to have met you in this life... and if there is such a thing as a past life... I'm glad to have met you then too."
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Post by Portugal on Mar 21, 2010 1:25:51 GMT -5
"Past lives huh? I'm... I'm beginning to believe in that as well." It made so much sense after all. And yet Afonso wondered if there was more too it then that. He sighed quietly, letting his eyes slip shut, wrapping both arms around Arthur. He could feel the heat intensifying across his cheeks, especially as Arthur whispered in his ear.
A warm smile tugged at his lips, Afonso hugging him even closer. "I'm glad to have met you too. In both my lives."
(Ahaha... orz; sorry this wasn't that great)
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Post by England on Mar 21, 2010 18:33:32 GMT -5
His heart - which even though he had identified it as love still felt awkward and heavy - suddenly soared, as he leaned back, just far enough away from Afonso's face that they weren't actually touching... but if he moved forward, even the faintest bit...
"A-afonso... hearing those words..." he stuttered, wondering where his ability to speak clearly went, "I... I feel much of th-the same way... and... w-well... would you be terribly bothered if..." he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself enough to ask the words on his lips.
"M-may I kiss you?" he flushed brightly as the words left his mouth - hoping that Afonso's happiness was the same kind as his...
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Post by Portugal on Mar 21, 2010 20:35:04 GMT -5
A small, bemused smile tugged at his lips. The warmth in his chest spread, what could only be described as butterflies dancing throughout his stomach. He couldn't explain the happiness that swelled through him, that twinkled in his eyes. There was just something so incredibly right about this. And with that same bemused smile he leaned closer.
"You never need to ask." He murmured before pressing the softest of kisses against Arthur's lips. And Afonso couldn't get over how perfectly it fit. His eyes slipped shut, the warmth and joy erupting throughout him. It was like Arthur had filled a missing piece in his heart, a piece he hadn't even realized was missing.
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Post by England on Mar 21, 2010 22:43:07 GMT -5
That light kiss turned into something much more loving and tender as Arthur leaned forward to deepen it, eyes closing, thumbs coming up to brush softly over Afonso's cheeks. A part of him - this tiny infantessimal part - still wanted to deny the fact that he was in love with this man, but it was being quickly shut up behind waves of emotions he'd swear he'd felt before, but couldn't remember when or where from.
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Post by Portugal on Mar 24, 2010 22:16:39 GMT -5
He pulled away slowly, unsure of how much time had passed. Everything had seemed to freeze when they had kissed. Not necessarily sure on what to do next, he let his forehead rest against Arthur's, cheeks still tinged pink. "Wow..."
While not the most intelligent thing to say, it was the only thing that his dazed mind could come up with. He gazed quietly at the other, eyes half-lidded. And for a moment he simple gazed at the other.
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