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Post by England on Feb 18, 2010 1:54:43 GMT -5
Arthur sighed in relief as he leant on his cane out in the streets of a small town in France. Taking a break from his work was exactly what he needed - and his injuries were nearly all healed, which was all he could really ask for. Absently, he pulled a compass from his jacket pocket and ran his thumb over it, lost in thought.
He wondered where Afonso was right now... realizing that he was (once again, seeing as while he was recovering he had A LOT of time to obsess over the Portuguese man) letting his mind wander to his rescuer... and admittedly, current crush (he refused to believe it was love. There was no way...). Slipping it back in his pocket, he slowly limped his way back, intending to head for the harbor and back to his ship.
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Post by Portugal on Feb 18, 2010 17:40:32 GMT -5
Afonso inwardly groaned as he walked down the streets. They had docked in this small town earlier that week. And the navigator had spent the following days scouring the tiny town for a new compass. As he had gotten the crew fairly lost on more then one occasion without one. Unfortunately, he just couldn't find a new one. With a sigh he pulled the ribbon out of his hair, trailing a hand through the dark locks, cringing at the few knots he snagged.
Walking again, he could not help but let his mind drift. How was Arthur? Had he recovered yet? When would they see each other again? Afonso sighed, hanging his head slightly. A familiar warmth spreading through him again at the mere remembrance of the Brit. His cheeks flushing. He couldn't deny his infatuation with the other, not that he wanted too. He liked the feeling...
Quietly, he fiddled with the ribbon between his fingers. It was getting worn now, maybe he should buy a new one? He had had this ribbon for as long as he could remember... With another sigh he continued on his way. Intending to head back to the harbor. But when he looked up, he quickly spotted a familiar mop of blond hair.
Without even hesitating he started forward, his eyes lighting up as he made his way through the crowd towards the captain. "Arthur! Olá!"
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Post by England on Feb 18, 2010 18:48:08 GMT -5
Arthur was jerked out of his thoughts rather abruptly as he heard his name be called by a very familiar voice. Whipping around, his eyes grew very wide as he saw the man he was trying to deny the fact that he was crushing on. Would that be one of those 'speak of the devil and he shall appear' moments?
"A-afonso!?!?" he yelped, face turning red at the happy swelling feeling that rose in his chest. "What in the world...?"
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Post by Portugal on Feb 18, 2010 19:15:16 GMT -5
"My crew docked here a couple days ago." He continued grinning, dark curls of hair hanging freely from the normal ponytail he kept it in. He had forgotten all together about tying it back up the moment he spotted the other. And he couldn't hide his relief, glancing the other over. He was using a cane, but Arthur looked no where near as pale as when he'd last seen him. "You look better..."
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Post by England on Feb 19, 2010 20:05:20 GMT -5
He blushed bright red almost instantly, nervously shifting his cane around. "A-ah, yes, I am much better!" he couldn't help the flustered feeling, nor the butterflies dancing in his chest. Stupid crush, he tried to grumble, but he couldn't bring himself to feel angry. "A... and how are you doing?"
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Post by Portugal on Feb 19, 2010 20:59:35 GMT -5
He smiled, mentally commenting on how cute Arthur looked blushing. Though that resulted in him flushing himself, fiddling with the ribbon again, and only looking back up when he heard the question. "Ah, I'm fine! Thank you for asking!"
Though, he wasn't necessarily fine. He'd only just gotten the bandages from head wound removed earlier that week. The wound from those locals still aching as a dull reminder.
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Post by England on Feb 26, 2010 8:38:41 GMT -5
Running a finger over the compass now hidden away in his back pocket, Arthur drew what little strength he could from it. "U-um... are you busy at the moment?" he tried to say without stuttering and cursed his fool heart.
"Ri-Right now?" His eyes light up, Afonso trying his best to ignore the butterflies that danced in his stomach. Smiling brightly he nodded, cheeks hot. "No, I was just looking around s-so..."
"Th-then... since our first meeting was... well, rather unorthodox... would you mind going to dinner with me?" he'd passed a decent restaurant on the way down here - and the rest would be good for his leg, as it was beginning to ache from the prolonged standing time.
Afonso stared for a second, replaying the words in his mind. Dinner? Was Arthur really... Wasn't that like a... He looked down, trying to hide the blush that was surely darkening his cheeks. No, it wouldn't be like a date. They had just met for goodness sakes! Why was he even fancying such ideas? "Ah, that would be nice."
He couldn't help the sudden swelling of happiness - of confidence. He hadn't been reject- wait... wait... it was only a crush! He had to remind himself. Afonso deserved more than just a dinner for saving him - he was merely repaying the favor done - and that was all. Really. "Wonderful! I found this rather quaint little place that serves more than that rather awful stuff known as 'french cuisine.'" he wrinkled his nose, and without noticing at first, offered his arm in a way he hadn't done since he pretended to be a gentleman back in England. Turning faintly pink, he decided he couldn't go back and pretend he hadn't, so he left his arm out if the other wanted to take it.
Chuckling at the 'french cuisine' comment, Afonso didn't notice the offered arm at first. And he could only stare again for a moment when he did notice it. Wasn't that something so-called gentleman do... For women? Afonso wasn't sure how to react, though he could just feel his face growing hotter and hotter. Would Arthur be offended if he didn't take it? Peeking at the other, he saw the pink tinge to his cheeks. And for some reason, that made him smile more warmly, accepting the offered arm. "Well, lead the way."
"R-right!" He held that arm on his uninjured side, cane in the other hand as he led the way at a steady limp. Now that he had Afonso to himself - and despite the fact that a moment ago he'd had a bunch of things he wanted to say - he couldn't think of a single thing to talk about.
"How's your leg?" Afonso couldn't help but notice the limp, a worried knot forming in his stomach. Arthur had been badly hurt last time they saw each other. And the Portuguese man couldn't forget the raw panic he had felt while they were making their way back to the others ship.
Arthur was pulled from his thoughts with a bit of relief - meeting Afonso's eyes before he looked down at his leg. "Ah, this? Apparently I was hobbling around on a broken kneecap." he gave the hand in his grasp a slight squeeze. "It's almost fully healed now - it just gets sore from me walking around too much and really bad weather."
"Well, we better get to that resturant so you can sit down, hm?" He was glad to hear that. Not a day had gone by since their meeting that Afonso hadn't worried about the other. "And the rest of your injuries? Are they healed too..?"
Arthur smiled softly at the obvious concern in the others voice. "Much better. Nearly all healed too." he wouldn't mention the pierced lung that was still rather weak (forcing him to have to avoid anything that would cause his lungs to burn) or the concussion that he'd finally gotten over. Afonso had been worried over him enough. "And no worries, we're almost there."
He nodded a little, not sure whatelse to comment in. He couldn't stop the wave of relief that washed over him. Arthur was alright, he was safe. And they had managed to meet again. "That's good."
Nodding and catching himself staring at Afonso yet again (and hurriedly looking away, despite the reddening of his face and speeding up of his heart), he asked the first thing that came to his mind. "And how have you been since we last met? Did you get in any trouble for helping me?" it had concerned him a lot - he didn't want the portuguese man to be punished for saving his sorry ass.
Smiling at the concern, he shook his head. "Ah, no. I told the captain I'd been wandering around. And lost my compass when I fell on the way back." He was thankful Antonio could be so trusting at times. Otherwise Afonso was sure that he would've been thrown into the brig.
"That's a relief! Ah, here we are." he turned them towards a rather modest brick building with tasty smells coming out of the building. Opening the door for his ... friend? acquaintance? current lov- NO ... friend.
He nodded, deciding to leave out the concussion he had recieved as a result of that encounter in the Aztec Ruins. It wasn't like it was serious... Anymore. He blinked, looking at Arthur when he opened the door, smiling at him as he entered. "Thank you."
Why did just a smile make his heart beat faster? Why? Trying to keep himself from blushing again (and what was up with that as well? He was a hardened privateer - things like a smile from a very... handsome young man shouldn't reduce him to blushing like a teenage girl!), he smiled back. "You're welcome." he followed Afonso inside, leading him to a rather more private table near the window.
He followed him, idly tying his hair back up with his ribbon glancing around. It was a quaint little resturant. And the table Arthur had lead them too looked almost secluded away from the other patrons. Brushing bangs out of his eyes, he glanced at the Brit, trying to ignore the fluttering of his stomach.
Arthur remained rather quiet as they both got the menu's and ordered drinks, very grateful to be off his leg as the pain had been starting to get to him. Pulling a couple of painkillers out of his pocket, he drank them down with his water and grimaced at the awful taste. It was too bad Lili couldn't make the medicine taste better...
He watched, worry returning to his gaze when he saw the medicine. Afonso tried to disguise the worry though, glancing down at the menu. Medicine came with injuries after all. He shouldn't worry...
Having placed orders for their food and the silence was starting to get to him. As he opened his mouth to say something Arthur saw, to his chagrin, a fairy suddenly plop down on the bread rolls that sat on the table and start to make annoying faces at them. His fingers twitched in his lap as he fought the urge to snatch it out of the air.... or at least summon a gust of wind to fling it back outside
"Is something wrong?" He tilted his head to one side noticing the strange look he was giving the bread rolls. Afonso glanced at them, blinking in even more confusion when he saw nothing was there.
Arthur's eyes shot back up and he flushed, mildly embarrassed at having been caught. "Err... no, nothing at all. Just thinking too hard." under the table, he made a gesture with his fingers, and that gust of wind he wanted blew past their noses, sending the little fairy rocketing out the window.
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Post by Portugal on Mar 2, 2010 20:03:52 GMT -5
Afonso couldn't help but give the other a funny look. However, he opted not to question any further. Uneasily shifting, he tried to think of something to say, his mind drawing an utter blank. Soon he found himself toying with his ponytail, a nervous habit he just seemed unable to break.
(Fail post was fail orz; I'm so sorry!!)
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Post by England on Mar 3, 2010 0:56:30 GMT -5
"Uh-umm..." he stuttered and cursed himself for stuttering. "Have you been wanting your compass back?" not that he wanted to GIVE it back, but Afonso had said to keep it until they met again. His eyes traveled over the fingers fiddling with dark hair as the light shone down on the both of them... and good god, but that man was beautiful... it took his breath away. But that same niggling feeling that he'd met him before simmered just under his skin, like magic, just demanding him to find the right key to unlock the hidden memories.
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Post by Portugal on Mar 3, 2010 17:02:03 GMT -5
“My… Oh! N-No!” His eyes widened, Afonso shaking his head quickly when Arthur’s question registered in his mind. Though, maybe a bit too quickly. He flushed, looking down. If he was to get his compass back then… Then what excuse would he have to see Arthur again? HOw could he be sure he would still see the other after it was returned? It was childish, he knew it. Even without the compass he could still see the captain but… Still blushing he peeked up again, smiling sheepishly. “I mean… You can hold onto it… If you’d like. Ju-Just for a little while though! I mean I-I do want it back…”
No he didn’t. Arthur could hold onto it as long as he wanted as long as Afonso had the chance to see him. Anyways, he could just get a new one.
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Post by England on Mar 4, 2010 20:59:53 GMT -5
(watch me make really terrible references.)
"A-ah! Alright!" a very odd and fluttery feeling quickly spread throughout him - and dammit as much as he wanted to deny anything more than a crush, he hadn't ever felt that way before, even with his previous crushes. Was it love? He wasn't sure - he'd never been in love before... he thought. He smiled and when the bill for the food finally arrived, he had been trying so long to jog his memory on why this man was familiar when the total shocked him into a flash of... memory? It was so vague and painful...
"Eighteen... ninety?" he frowned down at the bill, wondering why it made him ache.
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Post by Portugal on Mar 7, 2010 2:42:18 GMT -5
"Eighteen ninety..?" He echoed, eyebrows suddenly furrowing. It was just the price. He knew that and yet... Something in his heart ached. The feeling of betrayal surging through his body. And then anger. Anger he couldn't comprehend. His head gave a painful throb, so painful for a moment all Afonso saw was white. Or maybe it was from the anger that had suddenly swelled in his chest. But it was in that brief instant a sense of clarity washed over him. Like something had been unlocked.
But that clarity only lasted a split second. And in a moment it was gone again. Leaving Afonso with an unexplained sense of anger and rage, and a splitting headache. He couldn't explain it, feeling unexpected tears slip down his cheeks. Whether it was from the anger or the feeling of betrayal he wasn't sure. All he could do was look down, pretending to be searching through his bag for money while he fruitlessly tried to quell the confusing feelings, and tears.
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Post by England on Mar 8, 2010 17:40:43 GMT -5
Arthur shook off the gloom and melancholy, just for once not wanting to delve too deep into the odd feelings that he'd been having more and more frequently. Quickly setting his change on the table, he turned to say something to Afonso - but promptly forgot what it was when he got a glimpse of tears.
"Afonso?" he asked, a highly concerned note in his voice as he leaned forward and touched the other man's hand (very briefly before he realized that odd feeling intensified when he looked at him). "Are you alright?"
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Post by Portugal on Mar 8, 2010 18:57:22 GMT -5
"I... Ye-Yeah, I don't know..." Afonso decided to stop speaking, before he began to ramble. Mentally he cursed that the other had noticed, scrubbing at his eyes quickly with a small laugh. "Ju-just something in my eye!"
If that wasn't the lamest excuse ever, he didn't know what was. He lifted his head when the other touched his hand, green eyes going wide. Something intensified in that brief contact, and Afonso felt his breath hitch. Images flying through his mind before he could register any of them.
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Post by England on Mar 8, 2010 20:01:02 GMT -5
"You're not okay - even I can tell." he answered, a distinct tone of worry in his voice. Grabbing his cane, he stood up with pained stiffness and boldly reached for Afonso's hand. "Come on, let's walk. Perhaps it will make you feel better?"
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