For gar_demokratia

[belpaese]

[She's been getting ready for longer than wants to admit--fidgeting, doing and re-doing her hair, changing her skirt over and over. The painting of Hellas is in the next room over, inches away from being done, but she can't. Of course, she's not going to say that. She goes back into the art room to make sure the little table is properly set, tugs

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[gar_demokratia]

[she doesn't get the concept of knocking, so she walks in immediately]

Ita-- Ah. [walks over, smiling slightly. It's always relaxing to spend time with the young woman-- she's so enthusiastic and carefree it allows her to let go a little.]

[belpaese]

[She's a little more subdued than normal, but she rushes over to sweep Hellas up into her arms, more tightly than she should] I'm glad you came! How are you? Are you hungry? Do you need something to drink, bella?

[gar_demokratia]

[a little surprised at the sudden physical contact, but she hugs back eventually, patting Italy's back.]

I'm fine, you seem anxious, I would love a drink, have you any wine?

[belpaese]

I always have wine.

[spins her around and takes her off into the painting room. Deborah Exhorting the Soldiers is covered with a white sheet, and there are a few other paintings, mostly landscapes and portraits, scattered around to distract visitors. She opens up the bottle of wine and pours a full glass for herself, a half a glass for Hellas. There's a glass of water on the table, too. All they need is a candle, really.]

[belpaese]

[Red-faced, she puts her hands flat on the wall to keep herself from moving again. This isn't as humiliating as it could be, partly because she's wanted Hellas's hands on her in some way, and she's getting what she wants, isn't she? So she sniffs hard and presses her forehead into the wall, too. Her backside doesn't sting anymore, it's gone numb, but it burns where Hellas hits her.]

[gar_demokratia]

[she calms down after a while, and she's left panting a little, with a flush on her face and her palm stinging. She lets go of the skirt, but she doesns't move away-- instead she leans in and presses her body along Italy's, covering her hands with her own]

We must remember our place. Always. We can only be so much like them, and this is one way in which we can't be.

[belpaese]

[First, she tries to squirm away from her, then relaxes, just enough to let Hellas know that she's not mad. What she really wants right now is to put one of her cold hands down the back of her underwear to soothe the slapped spots, but that's not going to happen anytime soon.] Y-You're right.

[gar_demokratia]

It is unnecessarily painful to worry about it. [she should pull away, she knows, she should drink her wine, turn the conversation to another topic, or maybe just leave. But she doesn't. She presses her forehead against the back of Italy's head instead, and lets out a long breath]

Should I get you something for this? [she puts her hand on the side of the other's behind, feeling the warmth of her ass even through the fabric]