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Post by france on Oct 9, 2010 23:26:31 GMT -5
 ZIP YOUR LIP LIKE A PADLOCKAND MEET ME AT THE BACK WITH THE JACK AND THE JUKEBOXoh, matthias was so going to get it when he got here.
josephine stood in the parlor room of her estates, eyes narrowed and hands on placed firmly on comely hips. her hair was back in its usual bun, the few strands of hair trickling into her face, and a frown was set upon her otherwise appealing features. there was no reason that denmark should keep a lady waiting, especially when that lady was her. had he forgotten, then? was that it? he'd forgotten of their ritualistic wednesday teas? they were practically religious in which they'd kept up this whole tea thing. for god's sakes, josephine hardly liked tea in itself. she was just so lonely that she had to get matt to come and visit her (not that she wasn't positive -vainly positive, that was- that he wouldn't come to her every beck and call anyway) and she knew that if she wanted to get him to come willingly she needed to provide nourishment of some sorts. she assumed the dane would rarely come if there wasn't food involved.
apparently, he didn't show up at. all.
officially irked and with her feathers ruffled, josephine went about smoothing out the front of her shirt and tucking a stray curl behind her ear. she didn't need his company anyway. he was useless and kind of stupid. yes, his "stupidity" was endearing, josephine thought, but -- but that wasn't the point! the point was that no one stood her up without feeling a very cold shoulder, and she would make sure that matthias felt exactly that. for a long time.
josephine was good at holding grudges.
NOTES ! ugh i'm sorry this is so short and terrible ;w;
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Post by denmark on Oct 10, 2010 13:39:58 GMT -5
 AND CAN I ASK YOU THIS,
not to be forward miss[/i][/size][/font][/color][/center] Being late was unheard of in Denmark.
Unpunctuality was close to a sin. In turning up to a dinner party late? You may as well have spent that time molesting the host's child. It just wasn't proper etiquette. In fact, not even etiquette; being on time was common sense for Danes and Matt had just as well gone and slapped that in the face by just not doing that. For another country. For France. For the same meeting they had every week. But, as things went, being the living embodiment of a country actually meant that sometimes you got busy - who'd have thunk it, huh - and sometimes appointments couldn't always be kept to time. However if anyone had been this late to a meeting with him he'd have considered some form of trade embargo and a good old human punch to the face. It only seemed fair.
And while this wasn't exactly the most 'serious' of meetings it sorta did matter. Sorta. It was why he was hesitated to even just enter the parlor then despite the fact that would make him even later. It was France. And France was... Fickle. But, ey, everyone had their faults, right?
"Hey, Josie!" so he'd burst into the parlor. No other way of entering, right? He was late but he guessed despite all the moping he had made there was nothing much he could do about it. She wouldn't mind too much; sure, there was that aforementioned rather volatile attitude but he could handle that, "Didn't mean to be late!" He didn't, after all, and there was just a happy-go-lucky grin across the Dane's face as he glanced to her, barely taking in his surroundings. Pulling off his gloves he finally looked to her, continuing, "Really didn't, ya know, but it was completely outta my control."
He would just have to bank her getting over it, wouldn't he? Denmark was entirely relying on the fact she really wouldn't mind; if that failed, which it most definitely would, he'd just give a go at persuading her that she didn't. So acting like he was a few minutes late, instead of the truth, would do for now. Shrugging lightly, and after shoving gloves away in a trench coat pocket, he settled onto the more important matter.
"So, about that food huh...?"
& NOTE: AMG SORRY ABOUT THE POST BUT THE TOTALLY SEXY TEMPLATE MAKES UP FOR IT RIGHT RIGHT ;D OH I WUNDER WHO MADE IT OHOHOHOHO
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Post by france on Oct 10, 2010 13:50:29 GMT -5
ZIP YOUR LIP LIKE A PADLOCKAND MEET ME AT THE BACK WITH THE JACK AND THE JUKEBOX oh. oh. she saw how it was. she obviously was just not important enough for him to make a big deal out of being late. danes were notoriously punctual, weren't they? but of course, it was just france. france didn't need punctuality. no, she had nothing better to do than sit around all day waiting for stupid danes to show up on stupid time. nope, she was completely free. nevermind the fact that her loneliness would be completely disregarded for the sake of his punctuality. she didn't need him. she didn't. she could find someone just as easily. ireland, for example! adele would happily join her for wednesday teas. and she would actually come, too.
so josephine assumed, anyway.
after mathias' hurried sort-of apology, josephine cleared her throat and smoothed out her shirt again. primly. she reached over and picked up a cup of tea blowing on it as if it wasn't cold. "punctuality it a virtue," she replied, shortly, voice light and dainty as usual but with that hard edge that france usually only adopted when she was annoyed. "might as well enjoy the food while we can though, oui?" she forced a smile onto her lips, took a sip of the tea, and then reached out and tumped the tea out into the garbage can. "oh wait. i can't. because it's cold."
josephine's eyes had narrowed and she set the tea cup down, crossing her arms over her chest. "go. eat. it's the least you can do after showing me my place in your life."
oh god, she sounded just like an angry housewife. the thought nearly terrified josephine into changing her attitude -- but only nearly. she was certainly not his housewife. and even if she was, he would have been lucky she didn't divorce him yet and take the kids with her.
with her eyes demurely shut and her chin slightly lifted, she brushed past mathias with a haughty sniff and turned into the kitchen to reheat another pot of tea. just because mathias was late did not mean that she wouldn't deprive herself.
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Post by denmark on Oct 10, 2010 14:57:00 GMT -5
AND CAN I ASK YOU THIS,
not to be forward miss [/i][/size][/font][/color][/center] Someone was annoyed. Her voice was light-hearted and elegant and, of course, he agreed with the words. He didn't agree with that prickle of aggressiveness at the edge, though, and while there was a nod with the oui there was a slight grimace in his grin as she discarded the tea rather coldly.
"That's just tea, Jo," with a accompanied handwave the Dane was being exceptionally carefree about it, hoping to an extent that Josephine would pick up the mood too, dropping her 'TEA IS SRS BIZNEZ' approach to the subject. She preferred that smile before she had gone all 'it's cold' on him, "Obviously that's not the only thing that's cold. C'mon, no use sulkin' over it?"
As she drew attention to her chest by crossing her arms he took that moment to have a brief appreciative glance to it. Her dramatic words brought a laugh from him - a short, lighthearted one as he tried to brush off the trauma, "Awh, Josie, I'm not gonna go eat if you're gonna go sad," he paused for a moment, his voice still genuinely upbeat and, if anything, joking, "'Course ya hold a massive place in my life. Today just ain't a good representation of that place... You hold." Did that even make sense? While there was a slight hesitance at one moment Denmark kept up the words despite the fact it didn't seem like any of the words were serious, just still joking; laughing again afterwards didn't help for that either.
The other was stalking away, though, and at that Mathias only followed after, still grinning, "Don't be like that," Sighing as if exasperated he entered in the kitchen, glancing around rather intrusively himself, "What, can I make it up to ya or somethin'? Promise this is a one off." He had been intending to give her a good-natured comforting slap on the shoulder - comforting in his opinion anyway - but he paused as he noticed her fridge. Immediately voicing his next interest, though, he continued "In fact, ya got any beer?" Alcohol Wednesday wasn't as catchy as Tea Wednesday but...
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Post by france on Oct 10, 2010 15:36:39 GMT -5
ZIP YOUR LIP LIKE A PADLOCKAND MEET ME AT THE BACK WITH THE JACK AND THE JUKEBOX oh, he had on idea what annoyed was. she wasn't even halfway done with him yet. there was no reason that anyone, anyone, should be late to a meeting with her. vain? yes. arrogant? a lot. but realistically related to josephine? most definitely. josie, the silly, petty thing, liked to believed that the world did, in fact, revolve around her. therefore, if it did, mathias had no excuse for being late. it just wasn't excusable. with a snort and a snide remark uttered under her breath, she put a new pot of water on the stove and refused to look at him. if the nordic nation had thought she had a cold shoulder before, she didn't think he'd last through this one.
her negativity reached a standing point as he exclaimed she held a massive place in his life. well, that did make her feel a little better. but only a little! she made sure to make lots of noise over his words as she went about searching for one teacup in particular, making it obvious that his words were making little impact. her surly (but rather endearing) attitude only furthered to explain, without words, that she would prefer him to shut up and stop talking now please. and, of course, he didn't -- in fact, his brain went straight from gaining her approval again to beer. beer. was that honestly all mathias could think about? alcohol? she snorted again, yet another snarky remark muttered in french, before she complacently turned on the heat for the water.
finally, she turned back to mathias and eyed him reproachfully. "you attend our weekly meetings late and then you expect me to feed you my alcohol without a semblance of flattery or flirtation? has the years we've spent as companions taught you nothing, mathias?" she gave a huff and placed a hand on his chest, giving a gentle shove to push him away from the fridge. "until you can prove yourself acceptable again, i am unwilling to get drunk with you. that is, as you know, a sacred pact of which only the closest create." this time, a smile pulled at her lips -- a little playful, a little haughty. lightly, she tapped her bottom lip thoughtfully, mockingly. "now, if only you had arrived on time, we wouldn't have to go through this again."
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Post by denmark on Oct 10, 2010 18:38:16 GMT -5
AND CAN I ASK YOU THIS,
not to be forward miss [/i][/size][/font][/color][/center] She wasn't even looking at him and that only seemed to amuse Mathias. France passive aggressively boiling tea was a sight to see anyway as she completely refused to respond, leaving Denmark standing in silence himself. He wasn't unused to that treatment - 'seething-silently-in-rage' was practically Norway's middle name - and if she wasn't going to talk he'd just keep on filling the silence. The mention of beer got a response out of her though - and unsurprisingly not a particularly pleasant one - but one that only got a laugh of amusement from him.
"When ya phrase it like that, Jo, you make it seem like a bad thing," were the light-hearted words he started with, shrugging again. So maybe the being late was a bad thing but otherwise? Wanting alcohol was pretty much up there with the rest of human rights, "'Sides, one weekly meetin'. Don't go gettin' your pretty little head confused." Was that flattery? Mathias usually had little interest in that sort of small talk; flirtation he could definitely do, though. Especially when flirtation meant alcohol. Her own push away just got a rather playful glance from him, apparently backing away from the fridge willingly.
"Oh I have been taught well in those years with you, I have to say," can the words, the emphasis sounding genuine and thoughtful as for once he resisted laughing at the end, "Perhaps I am taking our companionship for granted?" It was at that point he really couldn't continue without sniggering, his seriousness breaking, "Guess I haven't been playin' attention, huh. I prefer my alcohol free." The 'proving-himself-successful' suggestion just got a derisive snort, and he took a somewhat casual step forward towards her.
"Never mentioned anythin' about gettin' drunk, ya know," he pretty much expected to, though, even if the drink-to-get-drunk attitude was... Well, something remarkably British, "Callin' it a sacred pact? Guess so! But, c'mon, we're close enough, wouldn't ya say so?" Leaning in with the words his grin was quite teasing, "Shame I wasn't on time but now you've got me interested."
"What would I have to do to make myself 'acceptable'?"
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Post by france on Oct 10, 2010 19:11:40 GMT -5
ZIP YOUR LIP LIKE A PADLOCKAND MEET ME AT THE BACK WITH THE JACK AND THE JUKEBOX "clearly you haven't been paying enough attention to come on time."
yes, she was right back to that. because, as mentioned before, she did not appreciate having to wait. at all. she rolled her eyes at him -- a signature josephine move -- and reached over and patted his cheek. "mathias, you should know me well enough by now," she chimed, and now mirth and amusement glittered within the pastel depths of her eyes. she leaned casually against the fridge, studied her nails for a moment as she thought, looking ponderously at the ceiling. suspense, of course, was the natural ingredient to this decision; would she demand compensation for his laziness and negligence? or would she let it slide this time, simply because he mathias?
"you can be my slave for a week, if you like," she said, gleefully now, and she grinned radiantly at him from her spot against the fridge -- barring him from the alcohol she most assuredly kept inside. "of course this entails doing a plethora of things for me, none of which you will know about until we reach an agreement. as the dominant party in this pact, i feel it's only fair." she seemed terribly amused by this, silly little josephine. her lips were tilted in an ever pretty smile, mirthful and bemused, and her attitude seemed improved from her previous sulkiness. yes, when things went her way, it seemed that everything just brightened up.
the truth was that josephine had no idea what she would do with him if he did agree to be her slave for a week (which was doubtful). all that she could think of was making him come to her every beck and cal whenever she felt she needed something done -- which she pretty much did already. in fact, she expected him to make some smart remark about it (was just waiting for it, in fact) and she watched him almost expectantly for a while. so if he did agree (which, again, was doubtful) then she'd be at a loss for what to do. maybe she'd ask russia for tips on slavery.
"any other compensation ideas you'll have to present yourself, if you don't want to be a slave," she added keenly as an afterthought, looking particularly amused at this thought.
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Post by denmark on Oct 10, 2010 21:01:53 GMT -5
AND CAN I ASK YOU THIS,
not to be forward miss [/i][/size][/font][/color][/center] "I suppose not, huh," he nodded in agreement with his tone neutral, playing along just for the sake of such. This was far better than just tea, in his opinion. The other's ego only seemed to fuel his cheerfulness but the pat on the cheek? The patronising gesture wasn't something he was too fond of, no, but he kept up his grin, "Oh, I should. Clearly several hundred years of knowin' ya hasn't been enough." The way she leant again the fridge, however laidback it was, sparked a somewhat more predatory side in him, however. She was practically barring herself off, putting her back against the wall. Was she really that confident?
She had to be with the suggestion next. Dissolving into laughter in a matter of seconds he quirked a brow, looking incredulous for once, "Ya serious, there, Josie?" Holding up his hands placatingly he told another casual step towards her, "Gotta be one 'a' the more creative ideas I've heard this week. It's just..." Shaking his head he seemed, if anything, in awe of the suggestion and quite unable to finish his sentence, "You're not tellin' me? Awh, that's no fun, ya know." He only returned the amusement, though, his own grin.
That other sentence seemed to be the only one that provoked any reaction in him. She was dominant? With the advantage of height, his hand moving to lean against the fridge as well, right beside her head, and he moved in closer, "Ya think?" His voice was quieter that time but nonetheless playful and Mathias seemed rather firm in his position close to her, "If you feel it's only fair..."
"Fine. I'm bitin'. I'll do it," his look challenging back his tone turned louder and light-hearted again. However Denmark added 'to a certain extent' mentally - this wasn't too a formal deal, after all, was it? If he backed out he supposed he'd have to deal with an irate France but, knowing her, would it last for long? He suppose there was no use dwelling on the future - the idea of being a 'slave' was, well, entertaining in his opinion, "Why not? If it'll compensate 'n' all." He drummed his fingers against the fridge beside the fridge, though, "And if it'll get me beer."
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Post by france on Oct 10, 2010 21:48:46 GMT -5
ZIP YOUR LIP LIKE A PADLOCKAND MEET ME IN THE BACK WITH THE JACK AND THE JUKEBOX oho, this was turning into something far more interesting than what she'd originally intentioned. a lilting smile pulled at her lips and a confident spark lit up her normally passive blue eyes. this was certainly entertaining, to say the least. their close proximity only heightened france's idea (wrong or right) that she was the one in control here; josephine thrived off of control, off of being in an environment that was "safe" and familiar to her. this, though going into almost new territory, was exciting and shiny and something she felt comfortable with. almost. the little jumpstart he r heart did said otherwise. but she didn't take notice of it, of course.
she clicked her tongue at him, bemused, and shifted slightly within the cage of his arms. a gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless. "what a disappointment," she chided, and her voice, too, had grown softer in volume. "i was hoping you wanted to be my slave solely for the benefits you could have." their noses brushed slightly, and her fingers found the handle of the fridge. "i should have known you were in it for the beer," she added casually, making an amused sound before ducking beneath his arms and opening the fridge. after rummaging for a few moments, she produced a beer, which she offered to the dane with, again, mild amusement.
"a week of servitude," josephine commented casually. "how exciting.
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Post by denmark on Oct 11, 2010 8:59:00 GMT -5
AND CAN I ASK YOU THIS,
not to be forward miss [/i][/size][/font][/color][/center] She didn't flinch or shy away at the close contact; her own confidence only seemed to fuel his and grinning back, his eyes flickering over as she moved slightly. Her voice was quieter and he leaned in a little to hear that as well - despite the fact the movement was anything but innocently done - and he shrugged, "'Disappointment'?" Repeating it he almost seemed shocked at that, "I'm disappointin' you already?"
The question of benefits, however, only got one of his less dignified snorts, "I wasn't aware slavery had many benefits, ya know. Care to enlighten me?" His words were nonchalant, simply stated, but as she spoke the next words and ducked away he simply let off. He was getting what he wanted, it seemed, as she reached into the fridge and the almost predatory attitude was lost almost immediately, replaced with the more cheery grin with his attention now entirely focused on the prospect of alcohol. Accepting the offer he just laughed, "Cheers? Hafta say I didn't expect you to have beer on hand. Thought you would go crackin' out the wine or champagne in the good old Fransk style." The momentary use of Danish was accompanied by the hiss as he opened the can.
Shifting slightly as he stood, though, he took a moment to look for some form of sitting. They were out of the parlour, now, but being close to the fridge where there was beer just seemed the most logical thing he could do in the situation. He didn't think it rude to step away and push himself up to sit on a counter - all the while drinking and as he adjusted himself to get comfortable there was a laugh.
"Excitin'? Not for me as of yet, Josie," there was a slight titter to Mathias' words, "Not that it couldn't be. I'm just waitin' on your word here. C'mon, give me somethin' good to do."
There was a slight pause as he glanced up to her, though, Denmark's tone the most serious that day as he checked, "This isn't the only one I get, right?"
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