[Well, Prussia does enjoy a party with delicious food. After she gets over the strangeness of the fairies (they seriously freaked her out a bit at first), she gets to loosen up some and enjoy. So now she's sitting under some sort of airy canopy over a couple of jewel-toned cushions by a moonlit lake as she plucks some grapes from a dish beside her. Dressed in a rather smashing dress and lounging quite luxuriously, she's pretty content where she is. Oh yeah]
[Belarus is minding himself, watching the whole celebration and picking a few free foods here and there for sampling. Not too bad for a feast. The only thing that irked him are the flowers that the faeries had insisted to put in his hair. He is no woman, so he doesn't see the need for those. But as a man who believes in the occult, the magical creatures do throw some caution in his way, so he relents in the end.
It isn't too long before he spots a shock of long pale white hair, her hair reflecting the moonlight, giving her a sense of ethereal beauty. He pauses. Should he go and greet her? After what has happened, he sees no point in avoiding her, so he trots over to the canopy.]
You look good in that. [It's surprising how he can give compliments so easily to her, though he'll deny and says he's merely stating the facts.]
[She doesn't really know how their next encounter will go after the last time they were close to each other. Somehow, this second meeting is easy, hardly awkward. Maybe because they're in a different place and distracted by other things]
Thank you. [She smirks] I think so too. [She does like the dress; it suits her very well after all. Violet eyes slowly take him in, trailing up over his form. He's not wearing his beautiful coat, which is a shame, really, but since it's summer, she can't really blame him. But he still has those gloves... And those flowers on his hair]
You look fancy... [She says to him with a bit of a teasing grin as she graciously pats the space beside her on the cushions. It's an invitation he can or cannot choose to take]
[It is definitely easier when their respective Nation's politics and histories aren't so thrown together between them, though it doesn't stop how he feels about her (or any other Nations).
His coat is removed this time due to the warmer weather, and he's glad for the warmth that comes after that brutal coldness from the previous time.] Da, it is a nice colour.
[Belarus snorts softly at her choice of word, raising a hand to gently touch the flowers.] It is forced onto me. [More like persuaded, but he isn't going to say that. Anyhow, he takes the seat next to her, plopping down and bringing on of his knee up.]
Not quite Prussian blue, but it works. [She reaches beside her for the plate of grapes and offers it to him] Grapes? [Violet eyes switch up to the flowers again as he touches them] By the fairies? [It'd probably make sense. She didn't really come here of her own free will either]
[He takes a small bunch of grapes and bites one off from it, the juice bursting in his mouth in sweetness and zest, making him groan softly at its taste. It takes him a few moments to finish savouring the grape before he swallows and nods.]
Would not let me go before they put it in my hair.
[His eyes travel to her choice of dress.] Good that you found something to wear. [There is a slight grin on his lips, remembering her previous state of dressing when he stumbled upon her.]
[That sound he makes makes little shivers skate over her skin, bringing back memories of him hovering over her, driving into her hard and deep. It's a bad thing to have a good memory sometimes. She shakes her head and does her best to get back to the conversation]
Gotta ask why it has to be in your hair though. [She resists the urge to touch them. Something tells her she just might end up touching more than she should]
The fairies gave it to me. I wonder if I could keep it...
[He gives her a look that says How would I know, shrugging nonchalantly as he takes another grape into his mouth, sighing audibly at the taste and texture once more, not realising what effects it is doing to Prussia.]
As long as it is not doing anything funny. [And they both know what kind of 'funny' he means.]
If they have given it to you, I should think so, da?
I don't think they are. [At least not yet. She goes ahead and distracts herself with the grapes too, eating some and licking off the juice from her fingers. Grape juice can be so sticky]
I guess? I dunno. I'm not really familiar with this fairy stuff.
[Her distraction proves to be one for him too as Belarus' eyes follow after the juice dripping down her fingers, and then to her pink tongue, along with the strange urge to have her licking another part of him.
Belarus looks away with a slight flush, the memories of their last encounter still fresh in his mind.] Mmn... Best not to reject their request. Their grudge runs deep.
Yeah. [A slow, absent lick against one of her curved fingers, lids lowered] I think England told me something like that. [She licks her lips and reaches for another grape, sucking it between her lips a moment later]
[He gives a half-hearted nod, obviously not focussed on what Prussia just said as his eyes steals a gaze, and then gets hooked to her sweet and moist mouth. And when she places the grape between her plump lips, he suddenly leans in and covers her mouth with his, crushing the grape as the juice drips down their jaws. The fruit is sweet, but hers even more so, and he's greedy for more.]
[Again, the first kiss is a shock. She stiffens at first, but then slowly melts as she gets drawn to him and his hunger. A soft sound deep in her throat escapes her as she leans closer to him as all thoughts fly out the window. This place is not good for rational thought...]
[There is almost a pleased hum when Prussia responds, licking the juice off her jaw as he pulls back a few moments later, though his lips still hovering close to hers as he swallows a small piece of the flesh.
[He draws away and she licks her lips, tasting grapes and him. It's a delicious combination. He doesn't move too far away and it makes her smirk a little]
[Somehow, there's a sense of foreboding in her smirk. As if something might really happen if he stays so close a second moment longer.]
...Your lips, tongue, fingers-- [He takes her hand and sucks on the still sticky digits with half-lidded eyes.] --everything. [The last word is whispered lowly, in a breathless manner, almost inaudible.]
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It isn't too long before he spots a shock of long pale white hair, her hair reflecting the moonlight, giving her a sense of ethereal beauty. He pauses. Should he go and greet her? After what has happened, he sees no point in avoiding her, so he trots over to the canopy.]
You look good in that. [It's surprising how he can give compliments so easily to her, though he'll deny and says he's merely stating the facts.]
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Thank you. [She smirks] I think so too. [She does like the dress; it suits her very well after all. Violet eyes slowly take him in, trailing up over his form. He's not wearing his beautiful coat, which is a shame, really, but since it's summer, she can't really blame him. But he still has those gloves... And those flowers on his hair]
You look fancy... [She says to him with a bit of a teasing grin as she graciously pats the space beside her on the cushions. It's an invitation he can or cannot choose to take]
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His coat is removed this time due to the warmer weather, and he's glad for the warmth that comes after that brutal coldness from the previous time.] Da, it is a nice colour.
[Belarus snorts softly at her choice of word, raising a hand to gently touch the flowers.] It is forced onto me. [More like persuaded, but he isn't going to say that. Anyhow, he takes the seat next to her, plopping down and bringing on of his knee up.]
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Would not let me go before they put it in my hair.
[His eyes travel to her choice of dress.] Good that you found something to wear. [There is a slight grin on his lips, remembering her previous state of dressing when he stumbled upon her.]
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Gotta ask why it has to be in your hair though. [She resists the urge to touch them. Something tells her she just might end up touching more than she should]
The fairies gave it to me. I wonder if I could keep it...
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As long as it is not doing anything funny. [And they both know what kind of 'funny' he means.]
If they have given it to you, I should think so, da?
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I guess? I dunno. I'm not really familiar with this fairy stuff.
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Belarus looks away with a slight flush, the memories of their last encounter still fresh in his mind.] Mmn... Best not to reject their request. Their grudge runs deep.
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Indeed, this isn't a good place at all.]
...I was hungry.
[Nope, not a rational reason at all.]
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Oh were you... For what?
[The grapes or her tongue? Very confusing, that]
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...Your lips, tongue, fingers-- [He takes her hand and sucks on the still sticky digits with half-lidded eyes.] --everything. [The last word is whispered lowly, in a breathless manner, almost inaudible.]
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