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Post by England on Feb 14, 2010 18:07:12 GMT -5
Arthur nodded, head rested comfortably on Afonso's chest as they slowly made their way towards his ship. He let his eyes drift partially shut, slowing his breathing and trying to force the pain away. It worked... partially, and when they came within sight of his ship, he shifted, bringing an arm up to the portuguese mans chest.
"Let me down. I'll walk by myself from here, or my crew may just find you a threat." And knowing some of them, they would shoot first, ask questions later.
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Post by Portugal on Feb 14, 2010 18:32:26 GMT -5
"And have you collapse again? No way." He shook his head stubbornly, though he did pause seeing the others ship. Good, at least Arthur's crew hadn't left without him. "And wouldn't it be kind of stupid to shoot at me if I'm carrying you?"
Though then again... He knew very well some of his own crew mates were much like that. Shoot now and ask later. But still, the idea of letting the injured captain go on by himself didn't sit right. Plus... Plus how would Afonso know they would actually ever see each other again after this?
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Post by England on Feb 14, 2010 22:48:41 GMT -5
He couldn't help the amused snort that made his ribs ache. "Down, please. I'll make it just fine from here." and with a flick of his legs (with a definite twinge of pain in the one) he fell forward, half landing, half collapsing on his feet.
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Post by Portugal on Feb 15, 2010 16:48:25 GMT -5
He murmured something about 'stubborn', though an amused smile had replaced his worried one. He reached out, steadying the other before pulling away. If the situation had been reversed, Afonso probably would have been acting similar. Insisting that he could walk on his own and such.
Debating internally, the Portuguese man nodded to himself, sorting through his bag as he spoke. "Hey, give me your hand?"
He didn't wait for an answer though, dropping his bag when he found what he was looking for and gently grabbing the other by the wrist. "I'm going to come back for it. So take good care of it!"
In Arthur's hand, was Afonso's compass. And an excuse for them to see one another again.
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Post by England on Feb 15, 2010 18:12:58 GMT -5
He brought the compass up to where it glinted in the light, blinking rather owlishly and trying to fight off yet another blush. It may have been blood loss, a blow to the head that he couldn't feel or even just an overdose of adrenaline and courage, but Arthur found himself leaning forward to kiss Afonso.
Then he realized what he was doing and jerked back, face turning different shades of red the more embarrassed he got. "I- I will. You can count on that."
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Post by Portugal on Feb 15, 2010 18:56:57 GMT -5
Afonso must have turned as red as a tomato when he realized Arthur was leaning forward to kiss him. And he turned even redder when he realized he was leaning in to accept the kiss. Instead he jerked away, coughing slightly, and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Ah, well, you best be on your way... Your crews probably worried sick..."
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Post by England on Feb 16, 2010 20:51:34 GMT -5
"A-ah... yes... welll... I'll be seeing you around." he trailed off, even in his opinion, rather lamely. The flush across his face stayed strong as he awkwardly looked down at the compass in his hand before looking at Afonso again. "T-thank you for this. And we shall meet again..."
And he turned stiffly (and sorely) towards his ship, wondering not only why he wished he could have ended that on a better not but also how the hell had he developed a... a crush (he tried to deny the whole idea of 'love at first sight' as it was very tacky) .... so quickly on someone who had been his jailer.
His life could never be easy could it?
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Post by Portugal on Feb 17, 2010 18:09:55 GMT -5
"Adeus, until we meet again." He stayed where he was though, watching the other to make sure he got back to his ship safely. With quiet eyes he watch, seeing people racing from the ship to meet the captain half way. And he had to smile, nearly hearing some of the concerned shouts even from where he was standing.
With one more glance, he couldn't help an affectionate smile forming.
He couldn't even deny it (he didn't even want to deny it). He had fallen for someone who was suppose to be an enemy.
Ah, the mysteries of life.
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