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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 28, 2011 15:53:21 GMT -5
The clock on the bed stand told him it was approaching 3 in the morning - not the prime time to wake up, but he was exhausted to the point he couldn't sleep anymore. It'd be pointless to whine to other people considering most were actually asleep, but the red numbers were burning his eyes int he dark so he sagged out of bed. Flipping on the switch, Alfred made himself a pot of coffee on the brewer beside the door, conveniently relocated to be placed on the sink.
Italy didn't house any near by Starbucks and that killed his mood significantly some days.
Ultimately tired but not willing to be awake alone, he opened his hotel door and propped it wide open in case he could invite any passer by in. It also made the room feel bigger and waiting for it to start to brew, he kicked back in the large sofa chair, resting his socked feet on the arm rest. Animal - Neon Trees |
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Post by alma on May 24, 2011 5:45:17 GMT -5
He didn't mind being awake. In fact, the male had decided to walk- ever so silently, at near three in the morning. So when he saw the open door, you can imagine how surprised he was.
It was very unusual for anyone, even if they were awake, leave their door open. Unless they were crazy, or possibly his brother?
Matthew peeked in, looking for any signs of life. Granted, he knew either someone was in there, or someone had forgot to close the door when they'd walked off at near three.
It was the former of the two, and it was also someone he knew quite well. Sighing slightly, the male spoke up.
"... Ah, hi America," He said in a whisper voice, quieter than the usual, barely able to be heard; trying to keep quiet for those who were still asleep, "What are you doing awake...?"
He paused, waiting for a reaction, to see if he would be noticed. Sometimes, he wouldn't be, even by his brother. He didn't really know if he would or if he wouldn't.
Still paused, he watched for any movement. Was he awake? He was pretty sure he was, but he could've been mistaken.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 24, 2011 6:56:33 GMT -5
Alfred had been staring down the coffee pot intently, trying to will it to brew faster on his mind power alone. Chin propped up on his hand, his eyes were bleary and clearly lacking the sleep his body required to run in super sunshine mode for a complete day. He turned his head the slightest, disturbed by the sound of feet on the carpet rather than because someone spoke up.
"Mattie!" he cheered, tossing his hands up into the air for some effect as he stretched out his whole body across the arm chair, coffee still not even started in the brewer. "You shouldn't be awake," he mumbled, bushing a hand up through his hair as he clearly didn't catch the almost the same question from before. Finally getting up, America slugged over and tugged Canada in by the arm sleeve, closing the door behind him to be considerate to others. |
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Post by alma on May 25, 2011 16:23:11 GMT -5
He stared at the other male for a second, watching his movements and listening to his words. He was watching to see just how tired Alfred was, and Matthew waited for a response from his question, though he seemingly did not get one. Sighing, the male decided to speak again.
"I shouldn't be, but I am..." He looked around for a second, and frowned, rephrasing his earlier question, "What are you doing awake?" Just then, he was tugged in by the sleeve. "A-Ah...!" He 'said', and then realized what the other male was doing. It was nice of him, actually. "Oh... So that way we aren't bothersome..."
He walked further into the room, taking a seat and relaxing somewhat. Canada yawned, though he knew he wasn't going to be able to catch any sleep. He also knew he would be fine for a day, so long as he had something to eat later that day, when it became nearer to the actual time for breakfast. He was lucky; although he couldn't tell how tired America was, and ultimately, decided to not even try to.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 25, 2011 21:50:38 GMT -5
As his drink from the heavens finally began to trickle down, America placed his arms on the counter, resting his chin upon them to watch every single drop. "Couldn't sleep, too much around here, not home enough, something like that. The bed sucks and my room is always too cold," Alfred whined, sighing as he seemed incredibly younger than he was and without Texas on his face, instead his dark sleepless circles around his eyes. He stretched like a wounded cat for a moment, pressing against the counter in odd spots as he extended limbs here and there.
"Coffee doesn't help at all but I need some normalcy here, man." Somehow finding intelligent words while barely awake, he finally straightened to wander over to Canada's side. He hovered for a moment before teasingly messing up the other blond's hair with a cocky, half-enthused grin. "Going to want any? Otherwise I'm cutting it off at a cup." |
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Post by alma on May 27, 2011 16:02:53 GMT -5
"O-Oh, I see." Matthew mumbled, looking at the other male. He loved these times, the ones when the two of them could just get along. "Maybe it'll be more comfortable soon." He stated, with a smile on his face.
"Huh, that's kind of surprising." Canada blushed as his brother messed up his hair, frowning again.
"No thanks, I didn't bring any syrup with me." He laughed after what he'd just said, his face brightening again. These were the times he liked. The ones where the laughed, got along, the times were he could smile at his brother. Usually it didn't happen, due to him being angry, or America fooling around-or what Matthew thought to be fooling around, at least. He sighed, but happily this time. He was thinking too much, and had forgotten what was going on.
Oh right, the coffee. He'd already turned down the offer, so it didn't matter much anyway, unless Alfred noticed his spacing out. He probably had, but maybe not.
"Um..." He attempted to start a conversation, "How've you been? It's been a little while..."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 29, 2011 9:15:39 GMT -5
Alfred nodded a little bit, hoping he could start to call this place a little bit more home, too. Not needed to add anything to the coffee pot, America wiggled up to sit on the arm rest of Canada's chair, pressing against his arm and leaning his head back against the wall. "Tired," he admitted honestly, playing his fingers in his lap.
His brother seemed spacey and he wasn't too sure if he was even listening at all to him or being polite, be he continued talking and answering the question. "Saw a lot of people's rooms, talked to a lot of them. Everyone sort of did a lot of history, and I tired avoiding that. Been thinking too much, I guess." America paused to breath through his lips, closing his eyes for a moment. "What about you, Mattie?"
The pot finally began to drip a little faster, an almost constant stream. He only put in just enough so he had no intentions of moving for it until done and cooled a tad. Hopefully the hotel issues goop would taste different otherwise this was not going to continue to be a good week. |
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