back from con; game things; an anniversary

[unionjackass]

Regarding all three subjects:

All of this is completely stupid.

--And stop watching your news coverage if it's depressing you, for God's sake. Try another source instead and fall discontent due to information that's accurate and thorough at least.

One last thing, my dear. You agree your security is strict enough? I personally feel it could use a more thorough inspection and several additions to the menagerie of scanners already present.

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[amant]

[let's just say he saw you smooch his sister up there, brow raising a bit. oh, happy anniversary lover.]

Where is mine, hm?

[unionjackass]

[--oh.]

Your what?

[amant]

[Oh. Yes. Is that pink on your cheek, dear?]

A kiss to commemorate our anniversary. You let my sister have one, non? [There's a pause] Do not pass out in an attempt to avoid the situation, however.

[unionjackass]

As I recall we're not speaking at the moment.

[... just... quiet. Hair drooping because even though he's completely dry, you could almost swear rain's been following him around.]

Your sister's a she-demon, don't look so much into it. [aka would you really deny Marianne something? Would you? B( ]

[amant]

[Excuses, excuses. You're doing this to him? Really?]

And you are adding fuel to the flame, simply because you couldn't kiss me. Perhaps you do not wish to mend things between us and this is your way of voicing it, ouais?

[unionjackass]

Wrong. [brief burst of flame.

But then it's gone again.]

But if that's what you want to think, have at it. Wasn't aware I said any of that. You do know what they say, to assume makes an ass out of you and me.

[amant]

[He could very well punch you, or wrap those lovely fingers of his around Arthur's narrow neck. Squeezing involved, that is.]

You denied me a simple request. A request that very well was in step with rebuilding things. What am I supposed to assume?

[You are an ass. His assumptions were not magical forces of nature.]

[unionjackass]

Didn't give me a chance while you jumped to conclusions. [Getting him to open up even if it means pissing him off does not work when he's on the defense. :| ]

[amant]

[Gritting his teeth at that... Maybe he's pissed himself, or disappointed, or a multitude of things-- but he's not happy. Not at all. Very shortly:]

Consider this your chance.

[Don't fuck it up, Arthur]

[unionjackass]

[Fuck you for putting him on the spot. Go burn. He doesn't care. Really.

He doesn't.

This doesn't explain why he's grasping at one of France's hands to link their fingers together, or why he's awkwardly leaning in to brush his lips over France's cheek.

Chance taken.]

[amant]

[England may not care (even though it's the contrary), but France does, somehow. For whatever reason. His free hand went to rest against that neck he'd wanted (and still did, though the fight was draining from him. For now.) to strangle, thumb brushing over the other man's fluttering pulse.

It wasn't one of those matters where one thing made everything better--it never was for them in the past. Like hell that'd change in a snap. What it was though was exactly what France had offered; an opening for reconciliation.

He's stubborn at best though and a peck isn't nearly enough. Turning his face he kissed his longtime rival on the lips, chaste as it was. He doesn't pull away completely. Pulling away meant there was instantly an obligation to say something, and after such a long time this man before him is the only one to be able to twist his tongue into something horribly useless.]

[unionjackass]

[All they really need is a door to something a little better. Neither of them had the sort of pride to allow much of a verbal break--any tension easing itself would have to be found through actions and expressions.

Words don't work. Not... not really.

His pulse flutters more underneath France's hand. Chaste? He doesn't want chaste. That kiss is thrown back with fervor because now that they're here they may as well properly be here. Looping his arms around France, he tugs their bodies together almost roughly.

Come here you bastard.]