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Post by Brazil on Mar 7, 2013 20:26:41 GMT -5
February 12th, 2013
El Olímpico — Caracas, DC
Venezuela Turns out one of Luciano's football teams would play in Venezuela, or, more specifically, at the National Olympic Stadium that belonged to the local university, and what better thing for Luciano to do other than check the place out and make sure it was in top-notch condition to receive his own players? He booked a flight, one of those cheap late-hour ones, economic class and on sale, and despite the fact his butt was basically square and his back ached by the time he had arrived, at least he had arrived. The Brazilian quickly checked at the customs, glad he had brought the woman into Mercosul, and despite the fact they had to drop Paraguay out for that to happen (well, it was far more complicated than that), it worked. Somewhat. It was a bit hard to make his way to the stadium, per se, because as familiar as the Venezuelan capital was to him, he still had awful troubles with the local Spanish, slangs included. Anyway, eventually he managed to get in the stadium, and after he checked the locker rooms — surprisingly, they were clean and well taken-care-of, given how completely disorganized María tended to be — he headed back to the bleachers. The match was supposed to happen on the 13th, and as much as he'd love to stay and watch it, thanks to Francis' brilliant idea, he was to host Prussia for Valentines' Day instead. Ok, what to do? Point is, as long as the guy from the stadium's security didn't call María to warn about a strange brunet walking into the field with a weird accent and an offensive shirt written "Nós vamos invadir a sua praia" in bold and colorful letters, everything would be alright. Come to think of it, he had entered Venezuela without even warning her… Ah, she was used to his visits, one more or one less wouldn't make a difference. Talking about María, he should probably telephone her, or something. The Brazilian paused, walking around the bleachers to make sure the chairs weren't broken, humming in thought. Well, firs things first, she'd jump at his bones, and then… He really didn't want to know what would happen next if María heard he had crossed borders without her knowledge again, but she really always forgave him. Yet, this was not an opportunity to pass up and, as Luciano was really a nice guy, he fetched his cell from his pocket and sent a quick text: Advinha onde eu tô! ;D
"Nós vamos invadir a sua praia" = A reference to this song.
"Advinha onde eu tô" = Guess where I am! |
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Post by Venezuela on Mar 8, 2013 23:18:43 GMT -5
It had been a long day in the for the Venezuelan. She had been up since morning to work on the official papers she could, since her president was away and unable to do so. Most of the afternoon she had spent observing the brazilian team playing, luckily it was a cloudy day so the breeze was cool and the temperature comfortable. María was a bit surprised Luciano hadn't come with his team, he was usually very touchy when it came to his football players. Even though she was tired, she still thought she had enough energy to go out dancing, meaning that by the time she got home it was practically 3am. Normally a night like that would end around 5am, but not even energy drinks were keeping her awake enough anymore so she went home earlier.
She was deep asleep on her couch, where she fell face down when she arrived, when a text message woke her up. Though she wanted to ignore it, after all she had an agreement with her bosses that her work only started after 11am and it was still 7:30, she imagined it was probably better to read it. Maybe it was news about Chavez's condition and they needed her somewhere, or something bad had happened and there was an emergency meeting. Needless to say, when she read it and saw what idiot had sent it, she wanted to throw something at said idiot. This was the down-side of technology. In the past, if someone tried to wake her against her will, she could throw her pillow at them, now all she could do was curse at the air.
She showered and dressed up as quickly as she could, knowing just where her devil of a neighbor probably was. If truth be told, she should have expected this. Luciano was never too far where football was concerned, and of course he didn't tell her in advance when he visited, why would he? By the time she arrived at the stadium, huffing from the effort of walking fast while wearing high heels, she realized that maybe white pants weren't the right choice for stepping on the field. It was too late to do anything about that though, since a certain someone was already smiling at her like a child who's happy to know his mischief made his mother angry.
"Dammit Luci, I should have you deported immediately! When will you learn that we DO have borders and just because I'm now a part of Mercosur, doesn't mean you can just come here without telling me!" She yelled at him while she made slow progress towards the grinning bastard. Yes, high heels weren't a good choice for walking on grass either... What was she thinking when she put on these clothes? Oh, wait, she wasn't thinking at all, great day to have an early wake up...
After hitting him lightly in the back of the head, she gave him a tight hug, leaving one arm on his shoulder to help keep her balance. "So, are you satisfied with what you've seen or do you think the towels in the locker aren't white enough, or maybe the floor isn't all that shiny?" She teased, knowing he'd have already searched every corner of the stadium, looking for some inexistent flaw he could whine about.
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Post by Brazil on Mar 14, 2013 15:10:24 GMT -5
Luciano smiled softly as soon as he spotted the glaring woman in the distance. By the time María had arrived at the stadium, he had already found himself a ball for training and a comfortable spot in the grass — that could've been better, let it be said, but then again, Venezuela never had any football tradition at all. He noticed her white pants, thigh and marking her lean waist, a blue, loose shirt fitting it, then thought, frankly, that she could've picked a nicer combination, green and yellow for example. Still, it was surprising that for once, she had nothing red on. Really surprising.
What was not surprising, at all, was to hear the girl screaming about borders and limits yet again. What was her problem, anyway? They had settled that way back in 1859, he didn't even remember what had happened back then, except for a much younger girl screaming at him. Then again, most of his memories concerning María involved screaming, they needed to talk about that… He laughed to himself, then stood up as soon as she opened her mouth.
"You do know I had to, my players are coming over, and some of them are even on the National team!" The Brazilian apologized, but did so laughing happily. He noticed she was struggling with the heels, but quite frankly, whoever puts them on to come to a stadium anyway? Well, María had this Miss Universo complex, so of course it was understandable, yet not forgiven. "Besides, don't you like when I visit?" He pouted, crossing his arms down at the girl in a small moment of pride for still being taller than her.
Luciano also should have expected the slap on the back of his head, but before he could say or show anything, be it disappointment of something sarcastic and witty, she hugged him tightly. Well, he wasn't a man to say no to hugs! The brunet wrapped his arms just as tight around the girl's waist, lifting her up a bit, then kissed her cheek soundly. There, a proper greeting finally!
"I didn't! You're lucky this time… But the grass could've been better." He hummed, tapping his chin with a hand and making a small pose before he laughed loudly and smiled again, all white teeth and brown face. "You made it here quickly this time, for someone who takes ages to dress up, what happened? Oh, yeah, and I found this ball there! We could practise, if you even know how to do it…" There was an smirk on his lips then, sheer mockery at the girl, especially given how she was not dressed up for the job. Too bad Luciano's stomach growled in anger, and then he just laughed. "Or, you know, we could eat something first…" He suggested finally, shrugging.
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Post by Venezuela on Mar 14, 2013 21:02:27 GMT -5
She couldn't help but to roll her eyes at his remark about the grass, only he could be that picky. "Haha very funny, I'll let you know I don't always get late. I'm capable of being ready on time when I want to. And I'm also getting better at football okay?" She made a face at him but a moment later was laughing at his hunger. "Fine lets go eat a sandwich or something I haven't eaten anything yet either"
Though in most days she wouldn't be this affectionate towards him, today she was still a bit slow from the previous night, and in a way his trespassing was already expected. If truth be told she didn't mind it all that much, it was more a habit of her to make that point. After all, if she did the same thing to him he'd complain about it too, just because she was smaller didn't mean he could ignore her own rules.
"We can eat an actual breakfast if you want though. There's many good places around here, or we can eat in my place and I can go back to sleeping on the couch" she added as they walked towards her car. It was nice when they were getting along like this, if only he wasn't a pain most of the time maybe they could work together more often. "How long are you going to stay? Cause I must admit, if we're going to eat dinner together tonight, I will need to take a nap." She added letting go of his shoulder as she walked around the vehicle to the driver's side.
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Post by Brazil on Mar 24, 2013 17:26:29 GMT -5
The idea of food quickly brightened his day, and at that, the man smiled warmly once again and nodded firmly at her. "Then actual breakfast it is, I can't deal with those airport snacks..." He complained, making a face at that pitiful sandwich he had to eat before arriving. It was so sickening... Plus, they never served enough food! The Brazilian pulled back from her, allowing the other to move. "Well, just take me wherever, I could use a nap too."
Luciano quickly walked after her towards the girl's car, hands on his pockets as it was his usual. He was happy for their peace of mind this time, glad some progress had been done because their usual selves were very far from hugging and being sweet. Perhaps it was just how sleepy both were that was working into making them change their behavior, or maybe God had finally decided to have mercy on his soul — after all, he was Brazilian too! He perked up at her question then, and scratched his chin in thought.
"Not for long, I'm leaving tonight after dinner, something around ten..." The brunet trailed off, trying to remember the data in the voucher. "You know I can't stay for long, not even for the game, that shit about Francis and his blind date, remember?" He wondered who María had got sorted with, vaguely hoping it hadn't been Martín.
He slid into the passenger's seat once she unlocked the car, making himself comfortable and dumping his bag on the backseat. "So, where is the good food at?" He grinned, waiting for her to drive them... Well, wherever she wanted to, her place, or some restaurant. He wouldn't expect them to have at least Colombian coffee, but certain, the arepas were a start... Catalina was always telling him they were Colombian, but that was a fight he'd keep the hell away from. See, Luciano like being alive... He really did.
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Post by Venezuela on Apr 21, 2013 4:11:22 GMT -5
Maria rolled her eyes at the way he was already acting like this was his car, but didn't say anything, she was far too tired for that, and he'd just ignore it so why bother. "Let's go to my place then, I'll make something quick and we can both nap afterward." It was known that in the end he'd probably complain about the coffee and that the food in Brasil is better, but after a few centuries you eventually get used to it.
She wondered who he'd gotten for the event, she knew it wasn't Martin. If that had been the case he'd probably have been carrying a banner with that news in it. Whoever it was, she was sure he'd put on a show for him or her, it was just like Luciano to do that...though it was one of the many things they had in common...
After opening the door and holding it for him to come in, she dumped her bag in a chair and headed to the kitchen. "I'm not making arepas today sweetie, already ate those last night, so it'll just be toast, cheese and some fruits and cake okay?" She didn't really listen to his reply and just started to put things on the table, she was hungry too, she hadn't eaten anything yet after all.
"Food's on the table sweetie, come eat." she called out to him, sitting down and pouring herself some coffee."Who did you get for your date?"
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