Happy Martin Luther King Day… if people actually say that … XD ANYWAY… stupid school is tomorrow… BLAH
How could Argentina refuse? Every act he's gone through could not top this moment. But were the intentions the same? Is what he's craving, what the menu has to offer? Argentina did stay, but was it really a choice?
He stayed and just looked down, for a while no one did anything, as if time itself just stood still. Argentina still felt the pain increasing by the second; he turned, wanting to find anything that would at least somehow help stop the bleeding. He saw on the bar table, was a towel, dirty, probably but wasn't anything better than just awkwardly standing there bleeding.
Just when Argentina went to grab for the towel, then the Austrian beat him to it, and then grabbed his hand once more and wrapped the towel around Argentina's hand. It had seemed that words within themselves would not be enough, but who needed words?
They leaned there against the bar, the last two, just enjoying the silence of the cruise. Argentina began humming Ode to Joy. He then noticed he was still holding his hand, but the grip became too overwhelming to actually let go of. His humming increased and became more intense.
"Do you play?" the Austrian asked
Argentina fumbled his thoughts, he wanted to say yes, but he could never play the piano, it was no walk in the park.
"No, but I've tried, there just hasn't been a tutor to be patient enough with me" he said getting softer toward the end.
He chuckled as if it were a mere joke.
"Let me show you the way to play" he said hoarsely, but somewhere within that, Argentina found something else. And this was only the beginning of our scandalous night.
I swept through this… I'm pretty happy; I kind of want to write another chapter… I might. If I'm in the mood. XD