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Post by Argentina on Jul 16, 2013 7:51:42 GMT -5
After flying more than 15 hours Martín finally arrived in Helsinki, we was feeling tired, jet lagged and lost but even still utterly excited, he has been dying to meet Tino's country on his own, not in a diplomatic trip, just him, having some good time. He stepped out from the plane and looked around searching the exit, good thing that airport had things written in English because Martín stared signs in Finnish and blinked amused on how a language could be so hard to understand.
He stepped next to a café and ordered one, first because he was addicted to it, he couldn't lie and second because he didn't want to yawn as soon as he met the Finnish.
Not so far from there he started to hear a song that sounded familiar to him but yet different, he raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his coffee enjoying the melody. So that was the famous Finnish tango, the almost exclusivity of minor keys made the piece sound quite unique and Martín liked that, there wasn't anything the Argentinean took pride more than being admired in Europe and to see his national music being popular so far from his country was exciting.
He would ask Tino later to see how they danced it, no second intentions here he swear, he didn't want to start a war with Berwald, considering that they were still together, maybe? He didn't know.
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Post by Finland on Jul 31, 2013 1:13:28 GMT -5
Tino had been waiting in one of the restaurants at Helsinki-Vantaa International Airport for what had to be hours by now. Not because he would’ve checked the schedule wrong or because the flight would’ve been late, but simply because he was the kind of guy to rather show up early than late. He had woken up early that day like usual - a habit he’d held ever since young. His military history had taught him that being awake at dawn before the sun’s rays could betray your presence meant survival, and although he had been living at peace for over half a century since the last time he had to take advantage of that knowledge, he couldn’t shake the habit. A fact he he admittedly didn’t like nowadays, as unlike people often assumed, he wasn’t a morning person at all. He woke up early without much trouble, yes, but that didn’t mean he was energetic straight off the bat. Nope. Not without a couple of mugs of coffee and an hour or so of groaning and complaining.
He chuckled. Really, sixty years or so back groaning when he had to wake for battle would have meant a kick in the rear, possibly literally. Times really had changed to allow for such laziness and complaining. But he couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate it. Peace was far better than war.
Well, regardless, ever since waking up Tino had been so excited to meet Argentina - a country from so far, far away and from such a warm, exotic place! - that he just couldn’t make himself sit down and wait anxiously at home for time to pass; getting ready and leaving with a few hours on the clock had sounded like a much better plan. So, after downing a few mugs, he’d been out the door and on his way. Now, sure, that decision had left him bored out of his mind by the time the second hour of waiting had passed, but at least he had known he wouldn’t be late. That, and he always had his newest Nokia cellphone to keep him company - as well as the Angry Birds game on it, of course. He might’ve not let it show too readily, but he was secretly very proud of how well-known that silly little game had become on international markets in such a short time, and partly for that reason alone, he kept on playing it time after time as well. He felt like he was somehow contributing to his country’s success and fame by doing it, silly as it sounded.
The announcement of an arriving flight tore Tino from his game, and he quickly stood up from his seat. Oh, it was that time already? He’d need to go find the other nation before he got lost. Not that... he probably had to worry about that. Compared to many other international airports, this one was both rather small and very organized; getting lost probably wouldn’t be a problem if the other had at all travelled before, which Tino was sure he had. That was one of the pros - as well as the cons - of being a nation; you got to travel a lot.
Tino left his spot on Deli Fly Inn and set out to find the local Starbucks. They had talked about meeting in a café, and considering the other cafés’ names were probably very foreign and curious to Martín, he’d most likely headed for Starbucks to make sure he knew what he got. At least, that’s what the Finn figured. He knew he was making assumptions, and that it wasn’t good form. He’d apologize later if he was wrong.
As he arrived and raised a hand in greeting to his fellow nation representative, he caught an earful of tango music being played somewhere further down the hallway. He let out an audible chuckle at that, slightly curious as to who had decided to play it in a place like this. Not that he minded, he loved to listen to the music, and it made him want to dance. It had been so long since he’d done it last... Ah, but this was not the place for that. He had a guest to greet!
“Tervetuloa, Bienvenido, Martín!” The Finn greeted, hoping he hadn’t mispronounced that little bit of Spanish too horribly. “How was your flight? Oh, and-,” he realized at this point that he should’ve probably asked this sooner, “did you remember to bring warm clothes? It’s really cold this time of year.”
The Finn was never that good at making small talk and was rather nervous to boot; he hadn’t really talked to the other before except during world meetings. And, realizing just then that he might’ve scared the man with his talk about the cold, he was quick to add: “I can of course lend you something if you didn’t. And it’s not cold inside at all!”
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