So I was going to do a chapter for each day of the cruise a total of 7 chapters, but then I realized the last chapter was only half days...XD I fail. If you have any OC's you want me to include, PM me some of their characteristics. ENJOY~
Argentina and Chile took their seats; they sat near the front only about 3 feet away from the stage. Spain went and got them their drinks, Argentina didn't feel like getting drunk tonight (a surprise to all) so he settled for ice tea. Spain just had some white wine, obviously trying to show us how much "class" he had. Chile on the other had been drinking it up, shame, Argentina thought.
"You know Chile, your drinking enough for all 7 days of the cruise" Argentina said sighing in disgust.
"Puh-Lease, "he slurred "you know Argentina, about a month and a half ago you would have drank double this in half the time" he teased.
Argentina knew that was true, he had just gone over his bad habits, and any one reminding him had a true point, he had been in a bad place. Those dark memories still haunt him every day. But he had changed? Hadn't he?
His disgraceful habits were part of the reason all of his relationships had failed, male or female, because Argentina fell in love with a person, NOT a gender. Of course he always had his schoolboy crush on Spain, but he saw too much as friends now for anything to happen.
Argentina watched some performances, some were good, some were bad, some were really good, and some were really bad.
And some just didn't need to be seen, such as Germany singing Toxic. That in itself mend that it was to head back to the room , because if that's as good as it gets , there was no obvious point in staying listening to drunk countries sing out Britney Spears, and Céline Dion.
This was obviously some kind of drunken karaoke gig, because no one with obvious class came here. I mean people with some decency don't run around half naked, cough cough FRANCE cough cough. He tried to act composed and finished off his iced tea and then looked around for Chile, that drunken mess, God help that bartender.
He said his farewell to Spain, and yawned to convince him further more than he was indeed tired. He felt bad for leaving Spain to deal with Chile, but he wasn't in the mood today.
As we were leaving he checked his clock. It was quarter passed 11. The earliest he had ever gone to bed, as he opened the door to leave. He heard a sound of a piano as if getting into tune; it played Fur Elise for practice and started off playing the Russian dance. The room was dark and you could not see a face, but did it even matter? For Argentina desperate for more.
Cliffhanger. I know, but I loved ending here. Anyway I shall update soon. RR. (;