NATIONAL INDEPENDENCE DAY [Birthday Thread/OPEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px,btable][STYLE=margin-top: -90px; border-top: 5px solid #CC6666; border-bottom: 5px solid #CC6666; border-left: 5px solid #CC6666; width: 150px; overflow: hidden;][/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: #CC6666; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid #CC6666; margin-top: 15px;]Tags: Anyone;;;[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: #CC6666; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; border-left: 5px solid #CC6666; margin-top: -10px;]Notes: Happy Independence day, Philippines. *gives her a pat in the back* And happy bday Russia. ;;; Location/Time: Her home?/; Present time, June 12 ;;;[/style]	[STYLE=border-left: 20px solid #CC6666; font-family: courier; color: maroon; padding: top: 15px; padding-left: 5px; font-style: bold; line-height: 0.7; font-size: 40px; margin-left: -12px; height: 500px; text-transform: uppercase;] P h i l i p p i n e s[/style]	[STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -0.7; border: 0px; height: 500px; margin-left: 5px; line-height: 1; overflow: auto; padding: 0px 10px 0px 0px;]"PARANG AWA NIYO NA, IF I SEE ANOTHER EXPLOSION THAT IS NOT IN THE SKY ON MY BIRTHDAY, I SWEAR~" It was the usual morning, the nation able to wake up (thank heavens) as she screamed for no reason at all before blinking that she was just having one of her hissy morning fits thanks to her alarm clock. Of course, she thought with a facepalm, she should have recalled that she doesn't have to work today for reasons she sorta forgot. However, upon checking her calendar did she realized as of why there's no work for her and the fact that- "Shit, it's that time already?" Independence day. Her day. Her birthday. That day where she, as a country, declared independence from Spain (until America brought her, thank you scumbag Treaty of Paris) and the fact that this is also the day where there will be a lot more chaos than it should be. Cue recollection of some bombing, rallies, but also festivals, masses, food and did we mention no work? It's a holiday, for crying out loud. Which also means... "Great, I don't need to report to my boss and attend world meetings!" Fortunately, it brought her in a cheerful mood (somewhat) as the female nation scrambled herself out of her bed to fix herself (well, almost, since she's going to slack a bit she decided to just make herself simple and casual enough) and head out of her room to make something to eat, probably make it extra special for her to eat. Maybe later go to a mall and spend the time in there, hopefully not to make contact with some nations or whatnot for troublesome reasons. Well, she do appreciate a visitor or so, but she's a small nation so unless they are her neighbors or they invaded her once upon a time (or she have made negotiations with them), she's not expecting anyone anytime soon. It's alright, she said with a chuckle, resting is a good thing. [/style]
[cs=3] [STYLE=font-family: bradley hand itc; color: maroon; font-size: 11px; text-shadow: none]Coded by Soronus of CT, BTN & LS[/style]

[atrb=border,2,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/norway.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #0b2146; width: 500px; height: 540x; padding: 0px;, bTable] Sixteen hours in a plane as well as a two hour drive to the airport, a five hour layover in Amsterdam due to oil problems in the airplane, and then nearly an hour drive from the airport to Philippine's house. There was a reason as to why Norway hated flying. The ferry was much more effective except that a ferry to Manila would take a good month at least. The better option rather than wallow in a feeling of self-pity was to simply curse at the people who decided that he ought to take a week out of his normal schedule to visit the Philippines for a birthday. Norway had never been a large believer in the credibility of birthdays. He for one never celebrated his. Iceland's was only celebrated in an attempt to give the kid a semi-normal childhood in a completely non-normal house. He only begrudgingly celebrated the religious holidays because no one wants an angry pope after them. And he celebrated royal birthdays because it is always a bad idea to insult one's boss. So, he was travelling to the Philippines with with plenty of agricultural products and probably sent the other governments insane. The idea was to get the nation out of Europe for awhile and away from the proposed fantasy he lived in most of the time. Norway on the other hand saw no problem with his current living arrangement. He could work six days a week at his own schedule, party on Fridays with his people, and take care of his animals and fence with trolls three times a week to keep up his skill. Hugin and Munnin made their daily appearances at exactly the same time and place every day and the only disruption was in the somewhat spontaneous appearances of wargs, elves, fairies, nisse, giants, and a whole range of creatures from his mythology. The arrangement worked for the most part and either way, Norway had yet to miss a deadline. Still, here he was with his carry on feeling foolish for coming out all this way for what had to be a five minute exchange that he did not particularly care for. That was how the Norwegian found himself standing at the Philippine's doorstep poised to knock, but suprisingly unable. He had stripped down to a light blue polo shirt and a pair of conservative khaki Bermuda shorts in comparison with western business attire and an extra coat should the weather take a turn for the colder. He felt unusually exposed despite still being covered from mid-upper arm to knee. His watch beeped. Three hundred hours back home, nine hundred hours in Manila. He went ahead and knocked sharply on the door twice. The Norwegian man took a step back, nearly tripped over the suitcase, and stood respectfully at the door, both hands clasped behind his back in what was supposed to be a pleasant manner, though ended up looking rather impatient. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Date: June 12 Location: Manila, Philippines Music: None? Notes: Happy birthday Philippines, I hope a socially awkward Norway is acceptable. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 50px; padding: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1;] Food. That is what she usually focuses on every time her birthday comes along, usually preparing a lot more than she could eat (half of them just in case any visitors would come and the other half is for leftovers she could munch around and about when she gets hungry) but the female nation doesn't seem to mind fixing herself too much, only content with a large shirt, slacks and probably flip-flops while letting her hair in a loose ponytail just to put the hair away from her eyes while she cook some Adobong Baboy and Sisig for lunch. Hey, it's not everyday she makes her food extra-tasty for the occasion, but knowing Philippines and her tendency to eat... "Eh...?" Hearing the quick knocks on the door, the brunette nation was half-surprised that someone actually decided to drop by on her home. Or, she thought gingerly, lowering the flames of her stove while covering the pot partially to let the food simmer, maybe it's just one of those people who decide to ask her for some money to spare, if not people trying to sell some products. Well, she feel a bit happy today, so maybe she's not so stingy as she was on normal days (not that she is stingy, only when she's tight on money). "Be right with you~" She called loudly with a cheerful tone, washing her hands and wiping them with a towel before dashing towards the door and yanking it open to be greeted with not a solicitor but someone unexpected. This was a complete surprise, even for someone like Gabriella, seeing a nation she never thought would have visit. "Ah... hello there, mister Norway!" Gabriella said, realizing that she look like she didn't fixed herself too much and began smoothing her shirt from any crinkles as to prevent herself from looking less presentable to a far-stronger nation than her. Knowing Norway and the rest of the Scandinavian nations, the young nation is aware of their power back then and was mildly glad that she was a bit too far for them to take over, though knowing what European nations can do... Recalling that she have a visitor, the female blinked once more before gesturing him to enter her house, mumbling a mild apology for her less-than presentable look and adding quickly about how she didn't expect him to visit. "I bet you must be tired from your trip," Philippines said, gesturing him to the sofa while she whisked towards the kitchen to grab some drinks for him. "I didn't expect you to be here, of all nations, to be exact, but I don't mind since it's a good change." She added, her tone animated and excited as she placed a pitcher of a cold, iced tea and a glass on the table in front of Norway. "Anyway, what brings you here? Any business or important visit? You can stay around here and eat lunch with me, if you want, or I could show you around if you need a tourguide." Since this is Philippines' day off, she doesn't seem too mind on doing a little bit of touring or assisting. [/style]

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[atrb=border,2,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/norway.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #0b2146; width: 500px; height: 540x; padding: 0px;, bTable] Norway stood completely motionless, the rise and fall of his chest barely visible under his clothes. He could have passed as a statue if he wanted. The iconic floating hair curl was pinned back against his head out of sight. Commoners did not need to see things like that. Why the Italies never messed with their hair curls, Norway couldn’t begin to imagine. According to science, no bit of hair should defy gravity as theirs clearly did. His was even stranger as it never moved and yet, floated there with no means of support. He winced slightly at the all too bubbly tone of voice from inside the house. He hated people who lived in a world of pink roses and sunshine and rainbows. “God dag, Miss Philippines.” He offered his hand to get the usual pleasantries out of the way. As usual, he seemed bored and emotionless. He had been around for about a thousand years which was about average for most nations. Some had certainly been around much longer and some countries were still very new. It was usually common courtesy to not go around picking fights with those much older than one’s self, but not everyone followed that guideline. America, for instance, was infamous for starting wars with nations more than four times his age. Germany too got involved in wars despite being the relative baby of Europe at the time. Norway liked to blame suck arrogance on rapid growth without the time to really understand how the world works. He had spend centuries in a childlike form while his nation was divided during the Petty Kingdoms. Nodding to the invitation, Norway picked up the roller boy and walked inside, carefully wiping his shoes before entering. While snow, ice, and salt weren’t common in the Philippines, Norway had grown used to it in his home. All his floors were made from expensive Scandinavian wood and Norway had no intention of ruining them. “Nei, not really.” He had slept plenty on the airplane and he almost always looked a little tired even if he wasn’t. He took her offer and sat down, setting the suitcase on the ground beside him. He had taken unusual care in making sure that the contents did not shift position in any way. “I’m supposed to meet with my ambassador here in Manila tomorrow…for business. I was also informed that today is your National Independence Day. Well, happy birthday, then.” He bent over and unzipped the suitcase, opening it and pulled out four plates containing various dishes. The first plate contained several types of Danish with a little Danish flag in the center of one. The second plate was of Fårikål, a Norwegian national dish. Norway’s flat had been stuck into a bit of cabbage. From Sweden came meatballs, though all the Scandinavian countries had their own specific recipe for meatballs. However, it was agreed that sending the Philippines crayfish or fermented herring might be taken the wrong way. Finally, with the Filipino flag was a plate of adobo. Though none of it looked really fresh (they food was twenty-four to thirty-six hours old by now), it had held up surprisingly well with flying. Norway laid it all out on the table and removed the plastic lids. “I’m here as a representative for Scandinavia. Denmark and Sweden have business with European Union and were unable to come. We have made all of our own national dishes as well as one of yours. They’ll need to be heated, but the taste shouldn’t be too badly affected.” He set the lids back in the suitcase and closed it. Away from the prying eyes of civilians, the Norwegian removed his barrette and the hair curl and dot jumped to their normal places. Norway clipped the cross back on, using it to hold some hair out of his face. “I have no further obligations until this evening. A tour would be…nice. It’s rare that I visit Asia except for the briefest of trips. The rest of my possessions are at a hotel. My government has arranged for a cab to pick me up at eight this evening for a nine-thirty dinner with a few officials.” [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Date: June 12 Location: Manila, Philippines Music: None? Notes: Food for Gabby! [/style]