finishes the last dish of the night and goes to hurry home with some leftovers for him and Matthew. It was nice having someone to come home_
to.
was not quite sure what to do with himself during that time. He felt that sitting around would not make things any better, so he decided to
open a garbage bag and at least picked up things that could most certainly be deemed as garbage. However, before Will returns, he is sure to
be sitting down and appear as though he is simply waiting for him.
pushes through the door, a bright smile on his face. 'I have risotto...' He pauses, looking at the clean room. 'You didn't have to.'
blinks up, having pretended to keep himself busy with looking at his fingers. "Didn't have to what...?" he asks, rathr innocently.
... raises an eyebrow, 'That doesn't seriously work, does it? The room has obviously been cleaned Mate.' He pulls out some plates to put the
Risotto on and then cutlery. '... There are books on the shelves you can read, you know?'
has been too busy with napping and cleaning to read~. He stands up as though to offer assistance. "Y-Yeah."
pours them both some water, 'Just remember that you're a guest.'
barely nods to himself. "Why are you doing this for me though I had you lose your job...?"
blinks, 'Because you're meant to look after your lover right?'
flushes at that. "I...I suppose so."
nods, 'And that's what you say you are...' He winks, 'Now, how about we watch the film I rented while eating this?'
smiles, weakly. He did not know Will could afford that type of thing. "Okay."
can't. That's what a credit card is for. 'Thought you might need a bit of cheering up after being left here with nothing to do.'
ahakes his head. "I feel better knowing you came back not looking miserable."
smiles, 'Then humour me. I'm paying for this... and I've heard it's good.' It was only about 2 Australian Dollars.
tilts his head before he smile. "It's the least I could do for throwing away your diamond mine that used to be under your bed."
*smiles
....chokes. "Ahhh, *cough* You found real diamonds under there?' He's trying to feign innocence ;n;
pushes some of his own hair back before folding his hands together. Well, now they both know why Will is so broke. "If diamonds are sweaty
looking men, then, yes. I found a lot."
... sadly got them as presents from the guys at work during the hazing period. He blushes, 'They're nothing compared to you.'
is wondering if he is just saying that to avoid trouble. He is not angry at Will, just informing him... "You really think that?"
nods, 'Of course I do... I rushed home just to see you.'
blinks, taken aback. His expression softens. That would have gotten normal Will a kiss. "Oh...well...um...thank you."
would appreciate a kiss just now? 8D. 'No problem... but you could show me thanks with a little kiss?'
...was not expecting that, either. With his cheeks a bit pink, he dares to ask, "Why?"
says, 'Because.. well I've been hearing that we're a couple and yet I don't know how it feels to kiss you. If my heart stops or stuff like_
that :T.'
replies, quietly, "I don't know if it will be the same for you, because you don't know me...But..." He supposes, in some sense, he owes
Will that much. He takes a few short steps closer to him, positioning himself moreso mentally. But he eventually brings his hands up to
rest on the Australian's shoulders before he tilts his head and leans forward to give him a quick kiss on the lips.
settles his hands on Matthew's side out of instinct, hands sliding around until they settle on the small of his back and pull him closer. He
presses for a longer kiss, feeling nervous despite himself. There was this overwhelming sense of nostalgia that made him scared.
only pulls back after a few seconds as well as taking a step away. He fiddles with his own fingers, face flushed.
... thinks he's done something wrong and turns to grab his plate and Matthew's. 'Want to put the film in for me?'
looks around for it before taking it up and wordlessly heading to push it into the DVD player.
pulls over the Tv dinner table for Matthew, and places his meal there along with the water. He himself uses his lap, 'It's Inglorious_
Bastards.'
blinks at the entire setup before sitting down with his food. "I never seen it."
smiles, 'It'll be a first for both of us then.'
leans in to give Will a kiss on the cheek before he soon busies himself with his own food.
blushes some more, ears a violent red. He clears his throat and starts on his own food, eyes flickering from the screen to Matthew and back.
stuffs his face as he stares at the screen. He is still quite embarrassed, himself. Especially with the idea that Will seemed to be the same
no matter what.
would ask how he was the same... but that would be embarrassing. Instead he keeps his eye on the screen, flinching when the soldier's shoot_
the fugitives through the floorboards.
sinks back into the couch when he is done eating. He watches the film without any real reaction to it, trying to focus on it anyway.
finishes soon enough, pressing himself into the corner. He's having trouble dealing with the cruelty of the main villain but it's only_
shown through small twitches and frowns that he tries to hide.
peers over at him. He is almost able to feel all the movement. He then forces himself to look at the screen again, blindly reaching for
Will's hand.
... finds Matthew's hand rather effortlessly, giving it a comforting - for himself - squeeze.
sighs, continuing to watch the film. Somehow, he is feeling used.
... is maybe depending on him a little for comfort. He eases eventually into the film however, rubbing the back of Matthew's hand with his_
thumb as he inches closer. 'What do you think of the film?'
is fazed. It's not over, yet. "Um, well, violent."
nods, 'Are you okay with watching it?'
((This is the point where I mention that Grand Theft Auto had to take out all the blood before it could be released in Australia xD ))
nods slowly. "Yeah."
holds back his disappointment and nods, 'Okay.'
leans in a tad. "I mean, well, are you...?"
... nods, putting on a brave face. 'I-I'm fine.'
says, softly, "We can turn it off, Will."
shakes his head, 'It's okay.' He then winces at another scalping.
leans in, grabbing at Will's chin to force him to look at him. He presses another kiss to his lips, seeing it has been on his mind through
the film, anyway. But, here, Will, have some distraction.
doesn't react at first, very much shocked. He melts easily into the kiss however, forgetting the gore of the film. He makes sure to pull_
back first though, 'Why?'
sighs when he pulls away. He does not mean to sigh at Will. He is more so sighing at his own self. "Because I love you." That and they
always cuddled or made out during movies.
... blinks, before blushing. He presses a chaste quick, inexperienced, kiss against Matthew's lips. 'Then it's alright.'
, for a short moment, was hoping it would somehow get Will to remember him. But he has already given up on that theory. "I just want you to
remember me. Really, I do."
gives a small sigh, 'I'm trying.'
pulls back completely, running a hand through his own hair. Well, he is a terrible person for sure.
sits up, ruffling his own hair. 'The beds made up for you.'
blinks, looking at him. "Where are you to sleep?"
pats the couch. 'Here.' He pulls a box out from underneath the couch which is full of blankets.
shakes his head. "I won't let you do that. I'm not here to kick you out of your bed."
says, 'Then I guess it'll be an all nighter tonight.'
stares at him for a moment...before giving him a short nod.
flicks the channel, settling for a contemporary Australian Drama before going to make himself a cup of tea. 'Would you like some water?'
shakes his head, remaining on the couch. "You just gave me water."
blushes, he's just revealed how distracted he is after that kiss.. 'Ahh, sorry.' He makes himself a cup of tea and returns, 'I warn you, _
I've done the night shift at work before.'
lightly smiles when he does. He's fought a few wars, so he can relate. He softly laughs. "Okay."
'
huffs, 'I mean it. I'm a formidable opponent.'
holds up his hands in defense, despite continuing to smile. "I believe you."
... narrows his eyes. 'Then why are you smiling like the cat that stole the cream?'
"Because you're damn cute."
flushes, and now he can't quite remember who has made him flush so much. Are you sure you're not talking about yourself?
'
is now going to blush, himself. "That would be a silly thing to say to myself..."
says, 'But it's the truth.'
turns away slightly. "Oh, you flatter me."
rolls his eyes, 'Not when you sound like a maiden, I don't.'
shrugs, "I was joking, eh."
smiles, 'Now that 'eh.' is cute.'
huffs at him, puffing out his cheeks. "It comes out naturally."
smiles sweetly... or atleast tries to. 'That's what makes it so cute.'
pushes his hair back."O-Oh."
looks at Matthew, 'I didn't know the Verbal tick 'eh' for Canadian's was true though...' He looks honestly amazed.
((Sorry I didn't catch you before you went to dinner. I'm going to go off to work now o/ I'll see you later on probably~ ))
blinks. "I don't think it normally is..."
... ahhs, 'Then it's regional?' Matthew still hasn't told him they're Nations.
sighs. "I already told you, I'm not human. So."
... looks him over, 'Prove it.'
"How would it be that a Canadian would know you, eh?"
tilts his head, 'Well there is a Canadian themed Bar just down the street actually... they're always rather rowdy during the hockey season.'
slumps over a tad. "I am Canada."
... considers this, and not being the brightest tool in the shed takes a while to connect the dots. 'Then... when you called me Australia?'
nods, wordlessly. He really isn't the brightest thing.
... would be hurt if Matthew said that outloud. He kinds of sits there, processing and then suddenly stands up. He holds his head, 'Shit_
shit shit shit. I'm not capable enough to be a country, let alone a kick-ass one like Australia... why couldn't I be NZ, it's small and_
unassuming.' He's just going to go on like this, poor Will.
looks up at him for a second, fully concerned. He only sighs right after all of that, back leaning against the couch. He remains quiet,
deciding he is just going to let Will dwell in his own thoughts.
... eventually, after many denials looks out of the window and onto the street. 'Maybe it's because of me that Australia is little... off in
the head at times.' That makes sense... after all Australia news mainly talked about murder.
sits up a tad straighter. "You're a brilliant country," he says. "Though, I suppose...Something tells me you like living the way you think
you are as of now."
leans against the door frame, 'Well I can't complain. I have a sexy Canadian claiming to be my boyfriend.' He smiles cheekily, 'And I have_
friends but I don't think being Australia would change that.'
stands up, feeling suddenly exposed. "D-Don't say that," he says, going hot red in the face. Despite the plan of telling Will
of his friends that he originally had in mind, he is stuck on the sexy part.
leans against the wall, eyes half lidded. 'Don't say what mate? That you're the hottest thing to hit the coast of Australia in a damn long_
time... because if I didn't say that I'd be hiding the truth.'
wonders if he is back to normal. That or he must be reading too much porn. He flails a tad, only then to hug himself. His cheeks remain red
as he forces himself to speak, "Why are you even saying this?"
... smiles, somewhat wickedly. 'Because you look even sexier with red cheeks.' He pushes himself off the wall and walks over to Matthew,_
wanting to brush some hair out of his face.
has possibly died on the inside. He drops his arms from his own torso to let them hang at his sides, feeling too warm to be doing that. "
...You...are you hitting on me?"
... nods, looking rather pleased with himself. 'Did it work?'
turns his head to the side to hide his embarrassment. "Yes. It worked very well."
steps close, brushing the hair exposed to him behind Matthew's ear. 'I think it only really worked because it's you though.'
's eyes close in response to the touch. He is wondering if it is a bad thing or not. "It works because you're you."
plays with the end of Matthew's hair. 'Works enough to tempt you into sleeping in the same bed as me?' It would solve the sleeping_
arrangement problem.
holds back a laugh. "Have you gotten your memory back?" he asks. "Or are you being a playboy?"
shakes his head, 'Neither. You can't be a playboy if you've only ever tried to talk one person into your bed.'
cannot help but laugh, with it being in a childish manner. "So you can jerk off beside me while I sleep?"
... looks offended, 'Fuck no.'
feels like he got revenge on his own behalf, settling back on the couch.
picks up a book from the shelf and settles down with it, a small forwn on his face.
brings his hands up to his own face. remaining quiet.
... hopes he isn't laughing :T
is finally suffering from jet lag, really.
will win then~ He continues to read the book, throwing in a put on yawn here and there.
is not trying to win anything, really. He rests against the arm of the couch, eyes fluttering shut.
... watches him after a while, rather intently, trying to gauge whether he can lift and put Matthew in a bed... somehow he doubts it.
falls asleep, however, being heavy or not.
.... puts on a determined face, and waits about 10 minutes before rousing Matthew. 'Matt.. you fell asleep during a film, let's move you to_
a bed, eh?' Hopefully he won't question the move, being half asleep and what not.
does not move on his own, however, eyes remaining shut. "...We goin'?" he asks, not forming the sentence fully.
... will reply with an affirmative, hoping it works, 'Yeah, but you've got to move for me.'
remains still, struggling with speaking. "W...Where?"
... smiles even if Matthew can't see him at the moment and takes his hands, ready to help him up. He replies, 'A bed.'
, eyes remaining closed, slowly gets off the couch with his hands being held.
wraps his arms around Matthew's waistt when he's up, directing him to the small single bed. 'There you go Matthew,' he throws back the_
covers, 'Climb in.'
blindly moves along, eyes only fluttering for a second. He then falls onto the bed, glasses hanging off his nose.
shoulders shake with contained laughter as he carefully takes Matthew's glasses off and places them on the bedside table. He pulls the
_covers over Matthew and brushes some hair from his face. 'Sweet dreams.'
feels considerably heavy. He is not able to move much, let alone eyes open. "Don't go..."
looks around before grabbing a chair and pulling it close to the bed. 'I won't.'
'I won't' he replies, hand settling over Matthew's.
soon falls asleep afterward, despite his order.
... stays where he is, having said he would. He eventually leans over, arms on the edge of the bed and head in his arms. That's how he falls
asleep, face turned towards the base of the bed.
is eventually to wake up. He does not move right away, eyes fluttering open first. Well, this is most certainly not his house.
snores, the awkward position stressing out his sinus.
eventually sits up. That is not completely pleasant. Not sure what to do, he gives Will's shoulder a light shake.
startles awake, head shooting up. 'Hmm, Matthew?' he asks blearily, rubbing his eyes.
jumps when the other does, only then to try to find his glasses. "Y-Yeah."
smiles, stretching his back with a loud crack. He gives a small groan of satisfaction, the felt good. 'I win.'
cannot find his glasses, looking back at Will as he remains on the couch. "What do you desire, Mr. Winner?"
hands him the glasses from the bedside table, 'Well I was thinking of just treating myself to a cup of tea. Do you want anything?'
takes his glasses, pushing them up his nose. "No. I will just enjoy being Mr. Winner's friend."
sticks out his tongue at the other, 'Well you're welcome to the lounge around in bed all day, the Jetlag must be killing you.'
wanders off to make his tea.
awkwardly sits up in the bed, drawing his legs up. Okay, then.
returns with a glass of water and toast for Matthew despite being told the other other was fine. 'I was going to pick up a couple of four_
packs today... what do you think?'
blinks, rather confused indeed. "Four packs...?"
tilts his hair, 'Beer? Like 6-packs I guess...'
*head
sips the water. "Oh. It's your life, so buy what you want."
sighs, 'That was an inquiry. Do you want any?'
shrugs. "I'm neutral about beer."
... 'I'll add a couple in for you then, Mr 'too cool for school.' He smirks slightly at his own bad joke, plopping himself on the edge of _
the bed with his tea.
softly snorts. "I wouldn't turn down having a beer with you, though, honestly."
smiles brightly, 'Then I'll be sure to force one upon you.'
thinks. "Okay. Just one."
... nods, 'I can work with that.' He slips further back onto the bed until his back hits the wall. '... how did we meet?'
blinks, not expecting that. His own back is soon also against the wall. "It was 1886, I suppose...I was feeling like a rebel right after
I became my own country and started going other places."
smiles, a small wry one. 'If I remember correctly Australia and Canada clashed heads a couple of times over trading, no?'
sighs with a short nod, looking away. "Quite a few."
'Then it wasn't the most successful first meeting... no love at first sight?'
"Not particularly."
nods, 'What did you think of me when you first saw me?'
(( Heathen? xD ))
shrugs. "I don;t really remember. But I wanted to trade with you. Though you thought I would become part of the US or something."
*don't
isn't really all too up on Canadian and Australian relations so he nods, taking a sip of his tea. 'Then... how did I convince you to lower_
your standards to my level?'
shrugs-- again. "That is where we fought."
... shakes his head, 'I mean, how did I get a guy like you?'
"You just did."
wants to know though. He feels like he's missed out on something great now. 'A-ah.'
"What's a 'guy like me', anyway?"
replies, 'A Brill guy! I mean, you're fit and obviously play a sport, hockey if you're Canada I'm guessing, and you seem to be really_
smart! I just don't think I'd have much to offer you, even if I was Australia.' He sips his tea again, feeling slightly awkward.
sighs. "There is no such thing as being a good person when one is a country. We're all bad."
... shakes his head, 'I imagine the likes of England have a lot on their mind but... I don't think all countries are bad. They just make_
mistake... and you can't be faulted for that. You're human from what I can tell and all humans make mistakes.'
replies, "I'm not your greatest ally to begin with. Not like other people are."
thinks, 'New Zealand?'
"United States, New Zealand, ect,."
nods solemnly, 'Yeah... we're kind of in bed with the devil.' He finishes his tea, putting the mug to the side. 'Might go borrow the hoover_
from next door to finish off the cleaning you kindly started yesterday. You gonna be okay with me hoovering?'
((/crashes on Keyboard. Night! ))
says, "Go ahead." He will be sure to stay out of the way.
(Night.)
... wonders if Matthew is this passive with his normal self as he goes to get the hoover and starts hoovering. He'd like to think they're on
equal grounds but... maybe it's just the awkward situation.
sits and watches him, somewhat interested.
hovers in the manner in which all men do, only bothering with the visible sections. He makes quick work of it though, soon ready to take it_
back.
just continues to sit and ect,.
takes it back, along with some cash to pay for the loan. He soon returns, 'Have I shown you all the touristy things?'
tilts his head. "Touristy things?"
shifts from foot to foot, 'You know, Tourist attractions.'
thinks. "We went to Urulu."
blinks, The Uluru? Really... how cliche.' He thinks, 'The Old Parliament Rose Garden should be in full bloom by now and it's free... have_
we been there?'
shakes his head. "It was sort of like...'winter' here when we started seeing each other."
smiles, 'Then how about we do that today so that you can get some sunlight?... it's only about an hour walk from here.'
shakes his head. "No, it's fine."
.... sighs, 'Fine.'
blinks. "...What is it?"
shakes his head, 'Nothing, it's fine.'
"You sighed at me."
'You're difficult.'
"How am I being difficult?"
'You just are. You wouldn't sleep in the bed last night and you won't accept my kindness. It's frustrating.'
"I rather you wouldn't feel like you had to do things for me."
replies, 'It's only natural to entertain a guest.'
says, "You don't need to do that for me, honestly. I'm okay."
'And as I've said it's fine. I did say 'fine', didn't I?'
barely nods, shifting on the bed.
isn't sure what to do know until he sees the empty DVD case. 'Well... I need to take this back anyway. So I guess I'll see you in a bit.'
just nods again. "Okay."
leaves with that, eager for some fresh air.
is a good boy and sits.
will be annoyed if he returns to find Matthew in the same place he found him ~.~
*left him
...is in the same place. Sorry.
... returns, only to sigh at the sight that greets him. 'Having fun there?'
nods.
... ~.~ Sits down with a book.
just continues to sit.
will wait for him to break the silence.
is not sure what to say.
continues to read his book, the only sound coming from him the occasional turning of a page.
leans against the wall. Hmm.
continues reading the book, eventually pulling up his legs to tuck them in under himself. A sure sign that he was getting into it.
is just going to leave him alone to do that, pulling out to play with his phone.
hears him clicking away on it and just leaves him to do that too ~.~
is not clicking away. But he sees his phone has only one bar left, so he shuts it.
hears the shut then and concludes that Matthew has a flip phone. He turns the page of his book, licking his lips. He could do with a cup of_
tea but he didn't want to lose.
did not know they were playing a game.
thinks it's more like a disagreement.
did not know they were playing that, either.
is mad at Matthew and trying to make a point. He makes himself a tea eventually, placing a glass of water on the bedside table by Matthew_
as well before returning to his book. He was still annoyed.
blinks up at the water before taking it. "Thank you."
... grunts.
sighs. Then stands. "I'll go."
looks over, '... you don't have to.'
...walks over to give him a hug.
... tries to stay mad at him and fails. He just feels something uncoil and calm him slightly, 'It's hard to take in, ya know.'
lets go of him. "You mean being a country?"
nods, 'Before you fell into my life I was a, I dunno. A guy stuck in a dead-end job.' ~.~
cannot help but nervously chuckle. "I showed up the night before last."
... 'And you've already created mayhem.'
"...It's what we do."
... cracks a smile, 'I suppose. Something as big as being a nation can't really let you make normal entrances.'