[justify][size=8]Jack smiles and nods, looking back up to meet his friend's green eyes. "Yeah, sure, that sounds nice. We can talk more there where it's, um, more comfortable and possibly less formal. We've heard enough bad things in here over the years. This place sometimes makes me uncomfortable."
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[justify][size=8]"Then I don't have to. You can do whatever and if you ever start bossing me around I'll just kick your ass like I did years back," the Hungarian says, "And I'm not a big fan of living alone."
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[justify][size=8]{I WANNA SEE THESE PICTURES DAMN IT. ><}
Elizaveta smiles and turns towards Gilbert, gently placing her hand on the base of his neck and shoulder. She looks up at him and smiles, leaning up to brush her lips against his.
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[justify][size=8]"I love you too, really," Elizaveta replies, smiling as they accidentally touch noses with each other.
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[justify][size=8]Elizaveta raises her eyebrow and narrows her eyes jokingly. "Yes, but if ze awesome Prussia didn't make that acception I would lift my acception of hitting anyone on the head with my frying pan but ze awesome Prussia."
{i hope you know what i meant}
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[justify][size=8]Elizaveta nods and lets out a small yawn, closing her eyes and relaxing over Gilbert. "Yeah, sure, that sounds pleasant."
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[justify][size=8]"Well, I was until you came along. That's why I took a walk, and that's how I found you." She opens her eyes and looks around the room. "But I guess that stress still lingers in me."
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[justify]Elizaveta looks at his lips out of the corner of her eye, and a small smirk returns on the corner of her lips. "Ah, yeah, that's what I meant... And who? Antonio?"
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[justify][size=8]{the farthest away from the east coast i've been is Buffalo, New York. -.- and it was good. i got sick and eaten alive by bugs, but i saw eight moose.}
"Yes we should get going! Let's-a go! Where are we going to eat?" Feliciano asks, turning to both of his closest friends. Being the giddy Italian that was, he didn't really care that both of the men in front of him were more quiet and, to say, mature. He was only focused on the good things in life, which mainly included pasta and being with Ludwig or Kiku.
{half of my friends call him Honda, the other half Kiku. i never know anymore. ><}
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[justify][size=8]Elizaveta can't help it when a wild grin appears on her lips. "Sounds like a fun challenge. I accept." She edges closer to Gilbert and rests her hand on his chest, leaning down and gently kissing anywhere she could on his neck. After a few moments, he starts to kiss a bit more roughly, that way when she found his sensitive spots she would definitely know.
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[justify][size=8]Elizaveta smiles and props herself up on the albino's chest. "Yay, I win. Do I get a prize?" she teases, going back and forth between the base of his neck, under his jaw, and occasionally up to the corner of his lips.
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[justify][size=8]She grins and silently continues to kiss the sensitive spots on his neck, and she gently runs her fingers through his hair with one hand. Her other was rested on his chest.
After a few minutes, she pulls herself away from him slowly and she looks down into the albino's handsome red eyes. "You feel better?" she asks in a quiet tone, resting her forehead on his and touching noses with him.
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[justify][size=8]She shrugs and rests her head down on his chest, allowing a sigh of content to roll out of her lips as she hears his strong heart. "I don't know... How long would you like to stay? A week sounds alright to me, now that I think about it," she says, closing her eyes as tiredness starts to take over. After all, it was about 3:45 in the morning now.
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[justify][size=8]"It was! Well, at least it is better now than it was then." Tino lets out a small yawn as he finishes his dinner, and he takes the plate to the kitchen, setting it down in the sink and stretching. "Well, today has been a long day. I think I am going to go to bed. Are you going to go to bed too, Mr. Sweden?"
Lukas lets out a quiet sigh, and he slowly closes his eyes. He adjusts himself and rests his chin on the Dane's head, soon dozing and falling into a deep sleep, comforted by the warmth of the person beside him.
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[justify][size=8]Unable to hold it in, Elizaveta yawns and adjusts herself over the Prussian, closing her eyes, and she mumbles, "Yeah, sure... We can talk about it in the morning... S-Szeretlek*, Gil..." Within moments she was dozing off on his chest. She couldn't help it; she was exhausted, and pretty damn comfortable.
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[justify][size=8]"Well hey, this is a getaway. Who cares what we do? What's a little fun without a little pain?" she says, slowly rolling over to Gilbert's side. She lets out a small noise and crosses her arms. "Example, now my chest aches for laying on my stomach. Oh the joys of being a female."
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[justify][size=8]Tino nods and walks upstairs, going around the corner to the bedroom. He gets some comfortable clothes, and then he goes to the bathroom to change. Once he's done getting ready for bed, he walks back to the bedroom and curls up under the blankets to keep warm. It was a bit chilly inside due to the cold winter on the other side of the walls.
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[justify][size=8]She shrugs and looks back over at Gilbert. "Um... not really, 'cause I'm still a bit tired, and I can see you are too. Why don't we just chill out here for today, and if we feel better maybe we can go somewhere later when it cools off?"
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[justify][size=8]{si~}
"Are you sure, Mr. Sweden?" Tino asks, hiding his slight bit of disappointment. "It's colder down there than it is up here... You wouldn't bother me if you read up here... But, it's your choice. I'm staying up here, trying to get warm..." His last words get quieter and quieter with every syllable.