England
has
an unfair amount of paperwork that was loaded onto him by his boss...and he's expected to have it done in a week. Assistance, anyone..?
could spare some time to help out.
England
is
very grateful for the offer and promises to make it up to him. He hands you a large stack of documents-could you just sort these by date?
internally whimpers. That's a very large stack. He smiles. "Sure. Um...newest on top?"
nods, getting back to signing (un)important documents. "Yes...but feel free to stop when you like." More than anything, it's nice to have
polite, friendly company-his life has been hell lately, and even paperwork has become to seem more appealing then going out in public.
takes a smaller section of the papers and starts sorting. He should be alright as long as they talk. Otherwise he might nod off... "So...how
have you been? Um, besides all the paperwork..."
takes another sip of his I-have-no-motivation-to-do-anything-and-haven't-slept-in-two-days coffee,(he hates the stuff, but tea's just not as
strong and he most likely would've collapsed without it,) the words on the papers blending together-he doesn't bother to even read them as
he signs them anymore. "I've been...decent..." He lies, having to try hard to even sound remotely convincing. "You?"
smiles. "Alright, I suppose. It's been quiet lately." Kind of lonely, but that's...pretty standard actually. Oh shoot, he thinks he mixed
those last few up.
gets up to draw the curtains and let a bit of light into the room-perhaps it's the prescence of another person, but he feels the sudden urge
to procrastinate..."Is that so...? You haven't had any visitors?"
frowns. He'd seen America a fair amount, but he was his brother and didn't really count as a visitor. "Not...really." He should probably
call Prussia...
sits back down at his desk, looking slightly suprised. "Really now...? Not even from your...ah..." His voice lingers above the word
"boyfriend"-he never was fond of the term. "...from Gilbert?" Arthur finishes, hopefully with as little awkwardness as possible.
shakes his head, blushing a little. Awkwaaard. "Not for...a week or so." And now he feels silly, because really, that's not that long. Hm,
if they're going to be here for a while, they might want to order out.
"I see...how are you two getting along, then..?" Perhaps it's not his place to ask, but even if he doesn't always remember the boy he
still cares about Matthew and likes to hear from him from time to time.
smiles, even though this is still. so. awkward. "Good. Things are..." He tries to think of another word that won't embarrass himself
further. "...good." Yep, you're so eloquent.
awkwardly returns the smile, getting back to his paperwork. Well, it's at least good to see that Matthew is happy..."Ahh, that's good. And,
um...how are your country's affairs...?"
breathes a sigh of relief. This should be easier to talk about. "I'm doing alright. Money's getting a little tight, but nothing terrible."
Okay, that small stack was finished. On to the next.
nods thoughtfully, reminding himself that, currently at least, Canada has one of the highest economies in the world, even more so than
his brother or England. If things are becoming tight for him as well...just where is the world heading? "Well, that's good...believe me, I
know...I thought the United Nations was close to a solution last month, but...we ended up not getting anywhere..."
sighs. That seems to be happening a lot, though it's really no different from how it's always been. "I'm sure things will turn around. I
mean...they can't stay this way forever." That's supposed to be encouraging.
simply takes it as the truth-there are very few people older than him, and he sometimes wonders if he's seen it all. "That's true...things
are always changing, sometimes for better and sometimes for worse." The negative part of him wants to add usually for worse, but he
doesn't want to pour the metaphorical half-empty glass over Matthew's head.
Alfred
will
help for a price. 8D
might consider accepting your offer if the price isn't ridiculous.
Alfred
wonders
what you have to offer.~
England
thinks
that he probably doesn't have anything you want...you hate his cooking and he's just as broke as you are.
Alfred
is
not broke! And how do you know what I want? v.v
looks between the two of them. "Should we get dinner for three...?" And he thinks America should just help out to be nice. :T
points out that you're national credit score was recently dropped. ...and that of course he doesn't know what you want-you refuse to
bloody tell him!!
doesn't have to be nice! And why is the paperwork moving by it- Oh. "Yo, bro! Sure, sounds nice. I'll help if England treats."
Bastard. =3=
"It's not an act of kindness if you want something in return for it...it's a buisness arrangement." Arthur points out with a slight
pout, crossing his arms over his chest. "And what exactly am I supposed to be 'treating' you to??"
raises an eyebrow. Really, America should buy since he has the most money of the three of them...
waves his hand dismissively. "Whatever, same diff. Nothing in life is free and all that jazz, right?" And he thinks England should pay for
dinner since he was the one too lazy to do all the paperwork himself.~
visibly twitches with anger, slumping down in his seat and trying to focus on his paperwork...which he still has quite a lot of. Damn. "Look
, it's not as though I actually asked for your help...I don't mind treating you and your brother to dinner in exchange for doing me a
favour, but you don't have to be an arse about it..." Arthur frowns, the stress of the past few weeks finally coming nack at him full
force.
"But it's my job to be an ass about it, haha!" He begins looking around at the paperwork, and sees only a blur of words, letters and well,
paper. "Geeez, what did you do? Did you fail at something again? v.v"
"Your job...?" He shakes his head dissaprovingly, though he doesn't really doubt it. "I-I did not fail!! I was doing rather well..."By
which he means that he might have, at the rate he was going, finished by 2013. Brilliant.
nods proudly. "Yes, you did! Otherwise you wouldn't be stuck here around paper.~ You fail so much, England. But... because I'm nice, here,
have a burger." Offers him one.
pokes America in the side. "You're not being very nice..."
frowns, displeased by the fact that he doesn't have a paperweight to chuck at America. "Nice? Oh, yes, how kind of you to show up and
harass me like this..." He mumbles sarcastically, shaking his head.
looks at Matt and shrugs, chewing on his own burger. "S'ok, England can take it." He looks to the other. "Can't ya'? And anyways, it's not
harassment; I'm keeping you fun company.~"
keeps quiet. It's really not his decision whether England buys dinner or not. He thinks he might, because he'll see it as the 'gentlemanly'
thing to do, and Canada feels bad about it. He almost suggest paying himself, but...free dinner...
lets out a soft sigh, pushing his paperwork aside for the moment and standing up. "Alright, alright...if you must be that insistent, it's
really not that difficult for me to take you out to a restaurant to eat.." He looks down at his clothes, wondering if he should change--
they're covered in dirt from earlier that day, when he was working in his rose garden.
internally cheers at his success. But not for long, before he lets out a victorious woop and grins. "I knew you'd cave, Artie! All work
and no play makes you age faster, you know!~"
rolls his eyes, barely supressing a small smile. He obsessive-compulsively fixes and cleans a few things in his office before going over to
the door, grabbing an overcoat. "Well, I'm old enough as it is...shall we be off, then?"
Alfred
hopes
you are old enough as it is; he's not sure if you'd still be able to move around if you were any older. "Yeah, okay! Are we taking your
car or what?~"
just follows. Perhaps they'll remember that he's joining them, but if not, he can just sneak into the backseat.
"Of course I'
(Durp. Noone saw that~...)
"Of course I'm driving-you drive on the wrong side of the road and you can't read any of the road signs, anyway...they're in kilometers,
not miles." Glancing back over his shoulder as an afterthought, (Wasn't there someone else who was supposed to be going with them...? Where
had he run off to? ...and who was he, for that matter?) he goes outside and over to his car, trying to start up the old, not-so-efficient
but-eco-friendly car.
"No, you drive on the wrong side of the road," he counters with a huff, taking shotgun (or... driver's seat, really). "I mean, do you
really see a lot of people driving on the left side? I mean, what the heck, that's just weird! Even Matt drives on the right..." He blinks
looking around. "Is he here...? o-o
slides into the backseat and waves. "I'm here. And neither side is right or wrong. They're just different."
"Most countries drive on the left side of the road. Just like most countries use the metric system." He points out, starting the car adn
*and
backing out of the driveway-he nearly runs into a pole when Canada's voice floats from the backseat, glancing over his shoulder. "O-Oh,
Matthew...you frightened me for a moment there...I'd forgotten you were coming.."
just sighs. "Sorry..." And he's pretty sure England's wrong about that right-left thing, but there's no sense arguing it.
"I-It's fine..." He slowly breathes in and out before pulling onto the road, driving on the proper side of it.
Alfred
will
, unlike his brother, argue that point. "What are you talking about, dude?" He takes out his trusty Blackberry and inserts the question,
Alfred
shares
before basically shoving the device in his face. "Now, look here. I'm not a pro at Math, but I'm pretty
Alfred
shares
sure that's more than half! You just fail. So. Damn. Hard. Dude." He laughs, savouring his victory. "And who cares if I do? That just
means I totally stand out!" (ignore the "share" OTL)
slouches in the backseat and resigns himself to playing games on his phone. He grumbles to himself. "Metric sill makes more sense, Al."
Nope, not taking either side.
gapes at the phone screen somewhat dumbly before reminding himself that he's supposed to be driving, narrowly avoiding the death of an
innocent pidgeon. "W-Well...that doesn't mean you're right..." He mumbles, pouting slightly.
snickers. "Dude... I'm so right and you know it. Look, you're totally the only one in the entire Europe who does. You. Fail. So. Hard."
He laughs again, before continuing to play around with his phone. "Nuh, metric sucks. Mine totally works better."
pulls up at the restaurant, rolling his eyes and getting out of the car. "I fail to see how the customary system is more convienient...
the metric system works in units of ten, not...twelve and lord knows what else."
Canada
is
intently focused on his game, and doesn't realize they've arrived. He's so close to getting a high score!
waves his hand dismissively, pausing in mid-text to Japan. "It's more convenient. You just fail too hard to see it's awesome glory. And
you're old so your opinion is null and void." He looks up and blinks, noticing they've arrived. He shuts the door (and forgets about his
brother) and walks toward the restaurant. "So yeah, you're paying right?~"
"Awesome glory? Dear lord, you really are an egocentric lad, aren't you..?" He sighs helplessly, walking into the restaurant. There it is
again, that feeling as though he's left something (or someone?) behind..."Yes, yes...I already said that, didn't I? It would'nt exactly be
"treating" if I made you pay..."
continues playing his game for a few more minutes until he notices he's been left. Yeah, because it wasn't like it was his idea to get food
in the first place. He sighs and heads into the restaurant to look for them. Hopefully they weren't seating at a table in the back.
England
is
once again suprised by Canada's sudden appearance-he'd forgotten about the poor boy again, and it's not as though he can make up for s
something like that..."A-Ah...there you are, Matthew...we were waiting for you..." He half-lies-it would be uncouth to flat-out say 'we
forgot', after all...
"Oh, yo, bro! I forgot you were here!" He grins, when he sees his brother coming. "Ya' gotta speak up a bit, ya' know?" He pats him on the
back, before turning to the concierge/waiter person, and requests a seat for three. As he leads them to their table, he can't help but
whistle in awe. "Real fancy place ya' picked here, Artie.~"
sits down at the seat nearest to the window, ordering the strongest alchohol they have. He won't let himself get drunk, but...he's feeling
more stressed than usual. He's not sure if it's the amount of work he has or America's prescence...it's a fifty-fifty chance, he
supposes. "Well, yes...it's really the only decent restaurant around these parts...everything else is still, ah...recovering from the UK
riots..."
stumbles a bit from the pat on his back. America really ought to be more aware of his strength... He sits and orders a drink for himself
as well. If he's not going to be noticed, he might as well drink. The idea that this might make him easier to
leave behind doesn't ever occur to him.
snorts at that, taking the seat opposite to England's, also close to the window (subconsciously). "Seriously, what's with you and your
riots? Can't keep your citizens under control?" And America is actually feeling rather hungry right now so if a certain restaurant wants to
avoid an accident, someone better come to take their order.~
rolls his eyes, pushing his menu to the side-one of the main things he likes about this restaurant is that it hasn't changed at all, other
than the staff, for the past two decades or so. "Yes, yes...because your citizens are so well-behaved.."
already feels tired from their arguing. He smiles, placating. "I think we all get riled up at different times. No one's more or less
well-behaved." Maybe that will work? Hm, perhaps he could distract them with something...
glances over at Matthew-he's always seems to be the sensible one in the situation, eager to please or prevent an argument. "...I suppose
that's...a rather neutral opinion...a good one, nonetheless...hm..>"
sighs. "'Coz Mattie's all about neutral.~" Lifting his own menu, he surveys the list and basically just points out anything to do with
steak, or anything priced at higher than $10.00 because really, he's not paying for it! And he'll get some dessert to boot, while he's at it
...
"Well, they're more behaved than yours are. =3="
briefly reminds himself that America is in a recession, and will probably take advantage of this chance to be a glutton. He can
practically hear his wallet screaming in pain..."Oh? And what makes you say that?"
lays his menu down and glares at his brother. Knock it off! "...how about we get an appetizer to share?" Be distracted!
remains completely oblivious to the glare and gazes absentmindedly over his menu, looking a bit bored, even. "Least I'm not the one holding
riots almost every day. =3="
steps on America's foot.
frowns, his hand twitching as he looks around the restaurant, wondering where the waitress is with his whiskey. He's going to need it, at
this rate..."I beg to differ...ah, an appetizer? Yes, alright...why don't you pick one, Matthew?"
picks his menu back up and quickly looks over it. "Um, how about this one?" He points at a sampler, so there's a little bit of everything.
... just barely feels that but he does cast a look towards his brother. He blinks at the menu... "Appetizer? What the heck is that? Can I
just have my main steak and stuff? Dx"
...oh god, Alfred did not just spout that bout of ignorance...no, no, he's not going to start another argument. Ignore the temptation,
Arthur, you can do it..."An appetizer is something that comes before the food so that you have something to eat while you wait-and yes,
that one looks fine, Matthew."
Alfred
thinks
that yes, he just did, and now he's gaping at the other with a confused expression. "Wait, what the heck is the point of that? That'll
just make me want more food, then I'll be hungrier! Argh!" Does not get. "But whatever, I'll have what Matt is... I guess..."
"Well...it's supposed to tide you over..." He lets out a hopeless sigh, shaking his head. Honestly, he'll never be completely sure as to
what goes on in that thick American skull..."Alright then. Where did our waiter go...?" And bugger, he still doesn't have his whiskey..
kind of wants to buy America one of those word-a-day calendars. Not that he thinks he'll actually use it, but it could be worth a shot.
"Um, I think he's over by the bar. I can go get him." He gets up to do just that, even though it probably won't work.
England
thinks
that would most likely just be a waste of money...he'd love it for a day and then shove it in his attic, never to be used again. "The bar..?
Ah, don't trouble yourself, Matthew. I can wait."
Alfred
is
humming happily to himself before his stomach gently requests that he feed it before he go mad. "You can wait, but I can't." And with that,
he goes over to said waiter and all but demands that he come to take their order... which the guy proceeds to do, albeit just a little
shakily.
could have done that just fine on his own. And probably without scaring the poor waiter to boot. He sits back down and fiddles with his
silverware. Oh, at least his drink's here now.
knows he shouldn't be shocked at the other's...demanding behavior, though he's not sure if he feels sorry for the waiter or not. He was
taking longer than necessary, but...ah, well. He's got his whiskey, so he's happy. "Er, right...so, we'll be getting an appetizer to share,
and..."
"... and some sizzling steak right after! I want the whole combo with eggs, too, if you don't mind... and uh, dessert, would appreciate it
right after I'm done, kay?~" He looks at the menu to choose that now... "I'll just have the cheesecake, in that case!"
now feels sorry for the waiter-the poor fellow didn't even have time to write the order down, and even if he had, Alfred's enthusiasm can
be...intimidating and overwhelming. "E-Er...just...bring as much food as will fit onto the table." He tells the waiter, smiling weakly.
sighs. He'd wanted to order something in particular, and now he'll probably have to fend America off with a fork to get anything. And
really, if England was more forceful with him, he probably wouldn't act so entitled.
Alfred
is
now just content to take out his iPod and blast his music to full until the food gets here!~ Because he can already smell his steak coming.
He hopes the appetizer doesn't take too long though... because the fruits on the next table are even starting to look good.
personally thinks that, when it comes to food, it's impossible to hold America back. He wishes Canada the best of luck with that, though,
"Ah, so...are the two of you planning on doing anything else today...?"
(...and...that comma should have been a period. D8)