((Tires to get one more post out.  Fails))

((Night yo))

italianbastard:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

With a small smirk, Earl waited a moment for the other to rub the sleep out of his eyes and wake up a bit more.  It seemed he woke him out of a nice nap.  Well, that was a real shame but nothing to be done about it now.

Holding out a letter, he causally held it out.  ”I got your mail by mistake.  I have no idea how it came to my own place but here I am returning it to you.”

"Did I interrupt something?"

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"Of course not, I was about to wake up anyway.." He looked at the envelopes and snatched them out the other’s hand. Lovino read to see who they were from… again from his brother, what a big pain. Can’t other people talk to him for once…oh that reminds him. "Thank you for bringing me useless mail that I didn’t even want because they are all from my stupid brother who insists on telling me everything about his day; everyday" Brothers are great.

"Glad to hear!"  Earl replied brightly.  Resisting the urge to drop them on the other’s face, he let him snatch it out of his hands.  

"Useless?  Looks like handwritten letters.  I don’t know the sort of relationship you have with your brother, but I think you should perhaps get him a blog."

"At least he’ll be able to write about his day there."  

-Walking the dog late at night and drinking tea.  It’s fairly peaceful tonight.  Only one attempted mugging-

nobilityoftheearlgrey:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

nobilityoftheearlgrey:

*Sits down and folds his arms like the spoiled brat he is.* No. I’m going out to find it and you have to stay here so I won’t be alone whenever I get from… whatever place I’ll be going.

-Kneels down so that he’s face to face with him-  Like hell you’re going to find it being a child.  I’m not staying here alone.  Splitting up is EXACTLY what they want us to do!

*More pouting from this brat.* Well what if we don’t fit in one? And we have to find the thing of mine and then yours to get out.

What if there’s a time limit?!

-Earl sighs, rubbing his temples. Sometimes it was like dealing with a child who refused to listen-  If we don’t fit in one, we’ll have to find another way around.  We just can’t split up.  You’ve seen those things watching us from the cracks of reality.  I can’t stand those eyes and I have a bad feeling about it.  Stay with me and we’ll be fine.

If there’s a time limit… then it’s in poor taste not to tell us.

Look at your face!
one-armed-canadian

one-armed-canadian:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 16:  Tackling them

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"What the bloody fuck is your problem!  Get off of me NOW!”

He looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “Oh well… I was in the army and… yeah…” He looked at his arm and sighs not really wanting to think about it.

He looked at the other and tried to give him a smile, “But I’m fine now and I get to go to school for free so.”

"Veteran then?  You’re a braver and better man than I could ever be."  Earl is just going to keep it at that.  It’s obvious the other doesn’t want to talk about it.

"That’s always a plus.  Tell me, why did you choose your major?  Have you always been artistically inclined?"

Look at your face!
prussianproblem

prussianproblem:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 5:  TW! Stabbing them in the back

"Oh."

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"Not again."

Then the screaming/pain/escaping begins.

"Other countries have come and gone.  No one knows what happens to them?"  Earl thought her answer over, carefully, tapping his glass with his fingers.  "You should do what most people do about death… don’t think about it.  It’s inevitable it’ll come, some sooner than others.  I could either waste time worrying about it or embrace the fact it will happen and just go on with what I need to do."  

With a small amused chuckle, Earl took another drink.  ”History has thrown us stranger things over time.  Who knows?  World War three could happen and from the ashes you could rise, more powerful than before.”  He paused for a moment.  ”What do you mean kidnapped?”

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Raising a glass in her direction, Earl gave a small nod.  ”Mind if I join you?”

♚—;; "Usually countries that end are destroyed, taken. But I was more or less…Dissolved into others, if that makes sense." She finished off her second cup, not even hesitating before ordering a third. "There was some stuff with Russia that was, well…" She pressed her finger gingerly to the scar on her cheek. 

"This is definitely not the worst of what came out of it.  Basically, kidnapping is a part of territory wars."  She started on her new beer, and her small bird peeked out from behind her hair. 

"It isn’t anything mein awesomeness can’t handle, of course.”
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She paused for a moment at that. “Of course I don’t mind. Wouldn’t be a true party by myself.”

“If I remember my Eastern Europe history, I think that’s the right way to put it.”  Taking another sip, he gestured at the bartender to get him another one as well.  He was nearly done with his anyway.  “So that’s where you got the scar.  You know, I didn’t quite mean to insult your face from before.  I was merely lashing out and trying to find a weak point I could use.”

A full drink once more in his hand, he sighed softly.  Even the pain in his back was starting to numb a tad.  “Kidnapping, wars, death, and who knows what else.  And thank you.  I think I need it.”  With a glance over at her, he stopped and then deadpanned.  “You have a bloody bird in your hair.”

“That’s a tad unsanitary.”

Story Book AU

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Janie’s tone of voice dragged Earl’s mind away from his frantic musings.  ”Jaine?”  His tone became softer and slower as he tried to calm himself down for her sake.  Honestly, all he wanted to do was curse out the world and everyone in it.

"I don’t.  And even if i could, I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to muse over riddles.  Neither of us are.  I’m going to call the landlord and see if we can’t get the locks changed.  I’m not sure if the police will write down a "possible" break in with nothing stolen."  Walking over, he laid a hand on her shoulder.  "What do you think this is about?"

"How— Can you be so calm in the midst of this?" Her voice cracked mid sentence. 

"…" She glanced up from him to his hand, turning away solemnly. No matter how cold her expression seemed, she felt a warm comfort out of his gesture. Unable to brush it off, she raised her palm, resting it on his wrist. She was about to give him a light caress, but squeezed it fervently instead. Closing her eyes as if it would block out the world, she admitted:

"I used to call him Cabbage. I don’t know if this is some sick joke, but— I’m prepared to accept that it’s not." 

This time, she didn’t crack under pressure, nor leak any tears. Her words were edged in tension as she met his eyes again, eyes narrowed.

"I’ve… had practice."  Time to drastically change the subject.

Earl was fairly surprised she didn’t brush off his hand.  Even more so, she took hold of him for comfort.  Despite everything, there was a small part of him that was cheering a bit over this.  He tried to crush it under the reality of what had just happened.

"I uh… Cabbage?"  Earl was drawing a blank.  He didn’t know anything of this and none of it was written down in his story.  "What’s a joke?  Do you know who did this?"

Earl’s body was tense once more.  This was news to him but perhaps it proof that Janie was just a mad girl but had a real life out there.  Real people she knew and people who may care about her. 

enigmaticstigma:

I think… a lot of things were just happening, so I went on… autopilot, I guess. Feels like it went by very quickly. *With a little nod, Ivan taps his math book.* Mm. This book is one I use for the class… I need to have one in order to go to a place that will teach me business and balance it with cooking.

*There are so many sample problems that are written out on that page, some done repeatedly until they got the right result.*

It is very hard…

*He peers at the book that Earl had brought with him, nodding a little As he slowly reads whatever is on there. Earl is a writer, right? He can’t seem to remember it. The pencil is placed on the table and, as he realizes how long he must have been sitting like that, tilts his head to each side to stretch out his neck.*

Oh ah… for a book or something?

Understandable.  When your mind is occupied by stressful and important things, it’s hard to turn it to smaller matters.  I do hope you took care of yourself during those times.  -Earl hums as he leans over to take a closer look-

Practice and work will help.  Your mind is not use to doing mathematical equations and you need to train it that way.

-Earl tilts his book for the other to glance at.  Earl’s handwriting is fairly neat except for bursts of quick messy notes jotted down.  Still everything seems disorganized for the moment-  You can say that.  Book, story, ideas to be expanded upon, ripped apart, abandoned, or remade into something new…  Whatever works.

((Tired now.  Night folks))

cottonandcacti:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Why can’t we both admit we’re stubborn and then you can take a fucking vacation.  -Sudden tipsy revelation-  What if I drag you to a bloody beach and just sit on you until you enjoy yourself.  

Then hire someone new to take some of the work load.  God knows, this economy needs the help.  I’m listening, as I said before.  You’re just not seeing what options you have available to you.  Besides, if you take my whiskey away then I’ll be a most miserable creature.  Might have to slink off back to my own apartment and drink alone.

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And I have decided that you’re too stupid to have any more decisions regarding my sleep.  That’s what happens when you don’t listen to the wiser voice.  -He does stick his tongue out for that one-

Is this a joke about how much you drink or the fact your a nation and the flask was technically in your territory?

Lose anything else inside of you?  I need to know.  For reasons.

But I don’t want a vacation; I haven’t the time or energy for it. [Blinks, pausing a bit before laughing] I think I could just push you off and be on my merry way.

If you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself. Besides, I have too many valuables and antiques; they ain’t things you can really trust most other people with between the value and how fragile they are. [Or he refuses to. With Aaron, it can really go either way.] Then don’ make me take it away and you needn’t worry about that.

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"Wiser voice," you’re as wise as a run over dog. [And he sticks his tongue right back out at him]

…I’m not entirely certain. Both, I think.

Hmm…besides the usual bullets and the like, I’m assuming?

It’s not so bad.  Trust me.  Taking a break from things helps put things in perspective.  Oh?  -Smirks-  Not if I tied you up or had a few friends to help me.  Bloody hell, I don’t even think you know how to really relax.

If I want a job done right, I’ll get the person who’s best suited for it or the next best.  -Obviously-  You’re not going to invite people to stay in your house.  Just do the paperwork that needs to be done for a day or so.  You’re excuses are getting worse and worse you know!  -He pokes his finger at him before taking another drink-  Don’t take the drink away and we’ll both be happier for it.

"If I’m a hit dog, then you’re roadkill from last week.  -Yea that doesn’t make any sense but then again, Earl didn’t quite catch the saying as well-

Of course.  Bullets and knives are natural.  Lets see how creative fate got with you.

Story Book AU

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Everything was in it’s place.  Everything was still fairly neat (or as neat as Earl could keep it).  That only made him panic more.  There HAD to be something wrong.  Missing.  Stolen.  Who would pass up an opportunity?!  ”I don’t remember leaving the door open.  I could have sworn I locked it.  Didn’t look like it was tampered so… Fuckin’ hell!”

Turning on his hell, he made his way right for the bedroom where he left his laptop.  It was… right where it should be… perhaps moved to the side.  It was tampered but not stolen.  The external was safe in it’s corner.  He let out a huge sigh of relief, nearly sinking into the bed as he flopped on it.  ”It’s okay.  The laptop’s fine.”  He called out… as if Janie would care about that first and foremost.

"Eh?"  Picking himself up, he made his way to where she was, looking over her shoulder in confusion.  "…"

"Looks like we have a stalker on our hands.  That’s… well that’s horrible really.  Those types are not the best to work with.  Do you know anything about the message?"

Janie squinted her eyes a little when the second concern out his mouth was, importantlythe laptop. With a pinch of annoyance, but a dash of sympathy, she refrained from commenting.

"No. It’s fantastic." Her hand tensed up, ready to crumble the sheet in her hands. Yanking out a chair, she dropped her arse to rest on it, laying her head back. Her eyes were blank, staring at the ceiling as though she were in limbo. 

In a daze, she only turned her head slightly when he asked. “You don’t understand it?” she blinked, astonished.

Janie’s tone of voice dragged Earl’s mind away from his frantic musings.  ”Jaine?”  His tone became softer and slower as he tried to calm himself down for her sake.  Honestly, all he wanted to do was curse out the world and everyone in it.

"I don’t.  And even if i could, I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to muse over riddles.  Neither of us are.  I’m going to call the landlord and see if we can’t get the locks changed.  I’m not sure if the police will write down a "possible" break in with nothing stolen."  Walking over, he laid a hand on her shoulder.  "What do you think this is about?"

Look at your face!
prussianproblem

prussianproblem:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 5:  TW! Stabbing them in the back

"Oh."

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"Not again."

Then the screaming/pain/escaping begins.

"Is that what’s going to happen then?"  Earl was now roped into the conversation, stab wound and animosity forgotten for this interesting bit of information… or speculation.  "Everyone wishes to go back to the days of their youth, to where they are the most powerful and influential.  I have to say though, being human isn’t quite so bad."  Seeing as he is one, of course he would say that.

Earl took another drink,Letting her comment sit in the air between them.  ”Until one finds that the grass has merely been painted green and has been dead all along.  The grass is greener, yes.  But at what cost?”

He chuckled, face relaxing as she huffed at him.

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"Like this stranger is going to run around and tell people he’s been stabbed and taken out for drinks by an ex-nation, an immortal being for all extent and purposes.  Trust me, what you say to me will probably not be heard by most others.."

—;; She seemed to think over that for a moment. 
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"That’s the worrying part. I don’t know what will happen to me. Mein country is no longer there, and I guess it’s speculated that I just…Wont wake up one day, once everything in that area is caught up culturally. Or perhaps I’ll just lose memories over time, and maybe I’ll even grow old like a human.”

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"I don’t think the awesome Prussia will be making a comeback anytime soon, Earl,” she informed him with an almost childlike disappointment. “A damn shame, for me. Although I suppose there’s a certain amount of comfort in knowing you probably wont be kidnapped, ja?” she gave a small smile at that, not thinking too vividly of her experiences with Russia. 

Julchen paused for a moment.

"I’m going to get drunk tonight."

"Other countries have come and gone.  No one knows what happens to them?"  Earl thought her answer over, carefully, tapping his glass with his fingers.  "You should do what most people do about death… don’t think about it.  It’s inevitable it’ll come, some sooner than others.  I could either waste time worrying about it or embrace the fact it will happen and just go on with what I need to do."  

With a small amused chuckle, Earl took another drink.  ”History has thrown us stranger things over time.  Who knows?  World War three could happen and from the ashes you could rise, more powerful than before.”  He paused for a moment.  ”What do you mean kidnapped?”

Raising a glass in her direction, Earl gave a small nod.  ”Mind if I join you?”

enigmaticstigma:

*To be fair, Earl, it’s really simple to do. Everything startles him.*

Oh. I ah—

*He takes a moment to erase the line across his page, leaving his notes intact as best he can before answering.*

I went quiet among acquaintances and such for a few months. Just sort of went through the motions, really. I am okay, though. Working on ah… the thing— GED! Brutal curricleum. Curr… curric…u…lum. There we go.

*He takes off his glasses and folds them before putting them down.*

I suppose that means I am alright. What is that, might I ask?

*There’s a little gesture of his hand toward’s Earl’s notebook.*

-Earl lifts his head a tad to take a look at Ivan’s notes.  Looks like equations and numbers, strange enough.  Earl didn’t picture Ivan as the logical, mathematical type-

I’ve noticed.  No worries though.  -Earl arched his eyebrow at the mention of going through motions, but he kept quiet about it-  Needed a bit of a break.  I use to do that sometimes as well.  Eh?  GED?  -That does surprise him for a moment-

Very good for you!  And yes, you got the word right.  -He shoots him a polite smile-  It would open many opportunities for you.

This?  -He holds up his own notes-  I’m expanding on a few ideas I might write about.

italianbastard:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Well that’s quite alright.  Earl doesn’t mind walking right up to this “hard working” stranger and bother him for a bit.  At least interrupt him from his “stressful job.”  Hell, perhaps he would even be thanked.

"Pardon me, good sir.  I believe I have something of yours."

Hard labor is indeed stressful. But hey, someone’s gotta do it. The person who does it also must take his energy naps, so he can keep going for the rest of the afternoon.

Lovino snored loudly before waking up and opening an eye to see whom has disturbed his slumber. “Neh huh?” He rubbed his honey brown eyes, the sunlight making his vision blurry. “What do you want?”

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With a small smirk, Earl waited a moment for the other to rub the sleep out of his eyes and wake up a bit more.  It seemed he woke him out of a nice nap.  Well, that was a real shame but nothing to be done about it now.

Holding out a letter, he causally held it out.  ”I got your mail by mistake.  I have no idea how it came to my own place but here I am returning it to you.”

"Did I interrupt something?"

nobilityoftheearlgrey:

*Sits down and folds his arms like the spoiled brat he is.* No. I’m going out to find it and you have to stay here so I won’t be alone whenever I get from… whatever place I’ll be going.

-Kneels down so that he’s face to face with him-  Like hell you’re going to find it being a child.  I’m not staying here alone.  Splitting up is EXACTLY what they want us to do!

(Source: earlgreywithcomplaints)