(( ABUBUBUBUBU TORIS OMG ))

"Merci, monsieur. Je vous vois a huit heures." Francis said, and he gently hung the phone back on it's cradle. He turned, then, to Arthur, who stood in the doorway looking rather embarassed- an expression that suited his cute face perfectly, in Francis's opinion. "Bonjour, Angleterre," He greeted the Britton, "how was your nap?"

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Berwald watched Peter thunder up the stairs (the boy was heavy for being so small; the Swede supposed that was due to the whole made-of-concrete-and-steel business), and then turned to Tino. He had nothing to say, as usual, but he hoped that Tino did- he loved hearing the Finn's voice.

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Toris's hurried footsteps were a surprise to Feliks (he had expected the Lithuanian to keep steady pace behind him), but when Liet ran up, laced their fingers together, and kissed him on the lips, he honestly would not have been surprised if the world was, in fact, upside down and the sky was orange. It took him a moment, but soon, he was kissing back.

((I can't find anything to do with Peter so, I'm just going to drop him for now.))

"Oh, fine I guess." Arthur wrung his hands together and looked up at Francis. He was wearing that same God damned smile that he had been wearing in his dream. The Brit's body shivered at the memory, and he'd be lying if he said he wanted the smile to go away.

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Toris let out shaky yet relieved sigh when Felik's started kissing back. Toris moved his lips gently against the blonde's, indulging in the sweet candy taste. Reluctantly the brunette pulled away, only slightly, just enough to look Felik's in the eyes- their breath hot between them.

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The Dane expertly unhooked the fish and put it in a nearby cooler. "Not bad, huh?" Daen sat down next to Erick once again, and flashed a toothy smile at the Norwegian.

"So what did you guys do while I was sleeping?" Tino asked breaking the silence between them

"Not at all its a good sized fish" He said still smiling just a little

(( I AM ALIVE! HOORAY! ))

"Bon. Are you feeling up to going out later tonight, then?" The Frenchman asked, leaning his weight on the counter. He hoped Arthur would say yes; he planned the entire dinner date at the little French Resteraunt down the road and it was going to be fantastic- provided the Britton was up to going out.

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"That was, like," Feliks breathed against Toris's lips, "really nice." The Lithuanian's fingers were soft and warm between his, and he smelled so sweet. Of course, Feliks knew his skin was like a baby's and his hair and breath smelled flowers and spearmint, respectively, because he had hugged his friend so often before. But somehow, it was better when they were together like this. "Let's do that again," Feliks suggested, and he leaned in for another kiss.

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"N't much," Berwald answered simply. Peter had gotten up around noon, but only came down for breakfast/lunch and then got right on the computer, so the Swede had spent the day downstairs, reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo for the second time (he snuck an episode of Project Runway: All Stars in there, too. Go Mondo!) But, as usual, he didn't vocalize his thoughts. He did, however, vocalize his embarassment. "Tino, d'ntcha think y' should be wearin' pants?" The Finn was still just wearing his tiny undies don'tthinkaboutitSweden and the cold-shower-effects of Tutu!Denmark were starting to wear off. Fast.

"Oh!" He blushed deeply, he didn't even relize he was only in his underwear but apparently Berwald had. "U-Uh Oh sorry! I'll go do that!" He hurried to get up but his foot caught on his chair and sent him flying forward. He twisted to avoid to table but only succeeded in landing ontop of berwald. He gripped his top instictually to keep from falling, he looked up at Berwald shocked still blushing heavily. "I-I Uh..."

Arthur contemplated the thought of going out with Francis. Well, they did spend the night together and the Englishman decided that going out with him was the least he could do to repay him for helping him with whole shower fiasco. At any rate it meant he could get out of the house for awhile. “Yes, I think that would be quite nice.”

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“Yeah…lets.” Toris nodded his head slightly before leaning in to close the distance between their lips. The newly familiarized taste hit his lips once more and it made Feliks smile slightly into the kiss. His hand somehow found its way to Felik’s hip, settling itself there only to pull him in closer. Their bodies aligned, their lips crashing against each other, and their breathing in sync.

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“Y’know,” Mathias fell backwards on the grass, resting his arms as to create a cushion for his head, “sometimes I do this for hours. Sit here- I mean- and look up in the sky watching the clouds pass by, listening to the water flow, nature just being. It’s oddly comforting.”

((Ohp head cannon breaking through. Denmark really loves nature and it sometimes slows him down to a thoughtful pace))

(( ...that is a beautiful headcanon you make me wanna draw something ))

Francis maintained his composure, despite the fact that on the inside he was absolutely beaming and possibly dancing a little. "Then you should go get dressed; I reserved a table for eight." The grandfather clock down the hall from the kitchen read about seven o'clock last time he checked, and he guessed it was about seven fifteen now. "Unless you need some assistance?"

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The kiss was long and drawn out as Feliks savored the taste of Toris's lips and the feel of his skin and the firm but gentle hold on his hips, but they eventually came apart for air. The Pole pulled out of the embrace to stand by Liet's side, and he said, out of breath, "We should probably head back to your house." He kept their fingers laced together. "Unless you wanna, like, stay at my house tonight. That would be totally cool."

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A deep red blush immediatley painted Berwald's cheeks and his ears grew hot as Tino collapsed onto him. He tried to think through his embarassment and flustered feelings, but only succeded in remembering to keep Tino from falling any further- by hooking his hand under the Finn's scantily clad rear end and hoisting him up onto his lap. "Y' okay?" He asked, even quieter than usual.

((awwwwssss dennnnnnnn))

The small, barely-there smile remained and he turn resting his weight on one arm so he could still look at Dean. "its very nice... and this spot in particular is really quiet and peaceful......." truth be told he also often sat and enjoyed nature himself for hours at a time, especially lately with current events..... the comfort in it was needed.... He turned back to look out at the water

((oh these two.....))

He blushed further when he was hoisted into Berwald's lap by his butt. 'oh god i must look like a tomato' he thought to himself almost forgetting to answer Sweden's question. "y-yea I'm okay" he might have a bruise on his foot but he'd be fine. he shifted uncomfortably in Berwald's lap horribly embarrassed

((GILBIRD DO DO DO DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO- he will remind you all TO SAVE PRUSSIA! T.T and since hes the only not busy one and i didn't talk to you guys before adding this because my phone was taken and I'm bored...... TO SPAIN!))

He flapped his tiny wings as hard as he could trying to go faster and faster. he had finally found where those weird humans had taken Gilbert even though it had taken him a while. However to his horror upon arrival he heard screaming! what where they doing to him!? All he knew was that he couldn't help the Prussian alone and had to get help. He had first gone to the blond who his friend liked to hang around with a lot but found him to be....'busy'..... so now he was heading to the loud Spanish guy who he also knew that the Prussian hung out with. If this didn't work he'd try the black haired guy who's always with Gilbert's brother and that loud boy.... unfortunately he could go to the other two because their 'busy' like the blond guy.

((derp I called DenDen Mathias in my last post. I'm so used to calling him that. I'm to lazy to fix that now. Also, it is very hard to post on an iPod.))

"I think I can manage perfectly fine by myself, thank you." Huffing, Arthur turned on his heel and made the trek back up the stairs. He made it halfway into Francis's bedroom before realizing that he had absolutely no idea where his clothes were, or if his clothes were suitable for where the Frenchman was taking him. The blonde dragged himself over to the banister and sighed before calling weakly down the stairs, "Francis, I could use your help."

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The moment Feliks's lips left his Toris let out and involuntary whimper and tried seeking them out again. He felt fingers intertwine with his on and he smiled fondly at the soft texture of Feliks's hand. "I, ugh, well I think staying at your place would be a fantastic idea."

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Dean turned his head slightly to look at Erick as his eyes grazed up the Norwegian's body. " The view is spectacular." He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner and smirked.z

He nodded absent-mindedly as he looked around. "it is...." He looked back at Mathias and notice what view he was actually talking about. He gave him a look and reached over to whack him upside the head. "idiot" he muttered a barely noticeable blush coloring his cheeks.