[R] STUPID, GO HOME!

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;] [style=width:360px; height:185px; background-color:#101010; border-top:5px solid #101010;][/style][style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:35px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ Look![/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]The sun that rose from the west is setting[/style][style=width: 350px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]In the words of someone she have not met but was sure she heard of before... "Stupid, go home!" Jamaica's an unusual place, she rarely get out of her own country just to drink and it seems this place is good enough for her to go. Why the hell not, she said, knowing that yesterday's chugging of beer is not enough. Goddamit, she needs something stronger to forget about what happened, trudging her feet and her throbbing forehead to the nearest pub and hope that they have something stronger than just regular, malt-made beer. "Stupid..." Gabriella mumbled to herself, dragging her feet and looking up at the entrance of a random bar that she decided to settle herself. Hopefully, they won't recognize her as a country, otherwise she will have to answer a LOT of questions. "Should have brought brownies instead..." Gabriella didn't mean it... she only wanted to be friendly to them and, since Christmas Season is coming, she have been in a very high spirit since there hasn't been any serious calamities as of late and that brought her yuletide cheers compared to last year where she have to spend her Christmas helping out the people and treating her wounds. She didn't mean it, what happened, but it was afterwards that the brunette decided to keep things to herself for a while and hope she forget everything on that day... probably recall it as just a horrible, horrible dream. God, what the hell is wrong with her? What the hell is wrong with them? As for the aftermath.... well... she have a LOT of explaining to do. Maybe next time, she'll stick with her bolo instead of a handgun. Yeah, sounds like a good idea. "Got any strong stuff I can drown on with, sir?" [/style] [style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:30px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ Run! It’s already dinnertime[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]TEMPLATE BY TSU BEAR OF OTE. BAKA GO HOME BY MILKTUB.[/style][style=width: 335px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 25px; text-align: left; padding-justify:40px;]TAGS: Teresa and pretty much anyone else who I decide to drag in. PM me if you want to join in. TIMELINE: Present LOCATION: In a random pub... in JAMAICA! NOTES: Part 2 of her drinking thread series because... hey... the first one's not working[/style]

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AND IGNITE YOUR BONES

- - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU

Teresa knew nothing of what was currently going on in the world around her. She had just recently gotten a new boss – and, so far, she wasn’t really getting along with him. Every female (that was single) called him handsome, but Resa really just wanted him to go find some nice hole to crawl into and die. She had bawled her eyes out whenever Calderon had left office. It was so hard to see the man she had spent the last six years working with go. The Mexican nation had once informed her northern neighbor that she only ever gave her presidents nicknames if she liked them. On his very last day, Teresa had hugged him. It wasn’t anything special – as much as she loved Felipe, he wasn’t Benito. He wasn’t Benito and Teresa wasn’t about to put herself through that pain. Felipe Calderon was more like a father to her; a father that had tried his very best to set his wayward child on a certain path. Feli, as she named had dubbed him, had done so much for her; he went after the leaders of the most powerful smuggling cartels. He confiscated their money, weapons, and narcotics. There was army forces in the in lawless towns.

She hated Enrique Pena Nieto with a passion that rivaled very little. Not only that, but she had also managed to stop herself from contacting any of the cartels that had been calling her; asking her what to do. She felt very proud of the turn-around she was doing. She could only hope to catch up to Alfred and Matthew later and finally let them know about everything that was going on. She was sure they would be proud of her, and she wanted to know what the two North American brothers had been going through. Besides, there was still the matter as to how Alfred had been involved when her lunch with Arthur – however awkward it might have been, the two had bonded over being able to see what little others could see…and their dislike of Francis. She had been putting her special sauce on her tacos, insisting that the Brit should have a taste when a gunshot had gone up and her tacos had exploded. It didn’t take her long to figure out who had been the cause for that, but Gabi had escaped without her being able to catch her. With a sign, the Mexican pulled at her dress as she entered the bar.

She was tired of being found at the bars after they had had their world meetings. It had happened twice now – once with Francis, and the other with Alfred. She wasn’t sure she could take running into someone else. Teresa’s reputation for a drinker could only be talked about so many times before people started to question whether or not she had a problem. She also didn’t want to stay in her country; the temptation for the drugs was too great, and she was sure that she would cave. “Gabi?” Her mouth dropped seeing her…sister of sorts? She wasn’t sure what to think of Gabi, really. For the longest time, Teresa had been the one to look after her when they were both under Spain…that was, of course, until Antonio had gotten involved and the original Mexican had been forced to leave her sister. “Que? She’ll have a tequila,” she ordered quickly, taking a seat next to the girl and throwing one of her braids over her shoulders. Juan had been making fun of her for them earlier – they had been something she hadn’t done in a long time. “What’s wrong with you, amiga?”

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[/b] GABI! (So far...XD)? words .[/b] 609!
notes .[/b] nuffin' except sorry for getting this to you so late DX[/color]

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AND IGNITE YOUR BONES

- - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU

There were so many things that she never got the credit for. People tended to forget that, although she had a lot of problems in her home, she was a force to be reckoned with. She wasn’t Alfred – would probably never ever be exactly like Alfred, but she was good at the things she tried hard to succeed in. She wasn’t a first world country – she was a middle power; a regional power, an emerging power. Everything she did could, and often was, compared to that of what the rest of North America did, but those were the things they focused on. She forgot that, once upon a time ago, she was the viceroy for an entire “New World”. They forgot that she often raised a lot of siblings, children, and grandchildren. Teresa was pretty good at recognizing when people were lying to her – in fact, she always waited for them to do it so she could call them out for it.

Sometimes, she forgot that she was one of the bigger liars out there. She tended to drink more than she let on – the number of times another country had caught her in a bar within the past month was starting to become embarrassing, especially because she usually drank in her own country to avoid said other countries. This time was different, although not she could lie and say that the pretense was not her own. It was because of Gabi that she was here. That may not have been the truth, but it was going to become one that Teresa swore up and down about. Still, she couldn’t help but feel that something was…off about her “little sister.” Her mouth moved into a frown as she, again, dressed the bartender. “I would keep the bottles coming, too. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long, long noche.”

She turned back towards her ‘hermana menor’ with a concerned look onto her face. “Gabriella, no me mientas.” She chided her, softly. Teresa knew when to be loud – like when her precious sibling had shot her tacos, she had been livid – and when to be quiet and serious. “I took care of you for two and a half centuries, chica. I know when something’s wrong.” She had to resist the urge to pat the Filipina on the back, although she was really tempted to do it. She often comforted nations that way, although, with the others, it was more awkward. She found that it was easier and more in her nature to comfort females – be they country, state, prefecture, or city – than it was for her to comfort males. That may or may not have been a direct result of every single time she had ever a relationship with a guy, and it wasn’t even in the strict, ‘boyfriend-girlfriend’ way. It was more like…like with Spain. Whenever he was upset, she never felt the need to comfort him; nor Cuba, nor America (although, that had been changing recently because the boy tended to get himself in a lot of trouble), nor Canada. She had never felt the need to outwardly protect them; just stand up for them if she felt they were being mistreated. It didn’t happen often with them, but it did every once in a while. Which is why she had dubbed herself the official “Break-up Committee” with whoever got involved with America; unofficially, of course.

“You mean the whole, ‘drink until you can’t remember anything’ method? That never works; trust me…” She laughed, shaking her head. Teresa did manage to give her a strange look when she continued on. To her knowledge, there was no such thing as a nation ‘without discrimination’. Even though she was a country and had been around for a long time, she still had a problem accepting homosexuality. It wasn’t that she hated those people – although, she did have to admit a time where she agreed with the church to let them burn. It was just…that she was uncomfortable around them. That, and Mexico did tend to be a pretty racy place. Her eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, raising an eyebrow at Gabi. “Que es eso? What’re you talking about?” She hoped to pull an answer out of the younger girl, but she wasn’t entirely sure she would be able to do it.“What’s wrong with you, amiga?”

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[/b] GABI! (So far...XD)? words .[/b] 723!
notes .[/b] I WILL GET THESE POSTS DONE TONIGHT[/color]

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Right now, she's focused with nursing her head, either with sleep or another round of alcohol, but knowing that this is only a temporary escape made her a bit more worried (if not mildly tetchy at herself) than on her usual days. So she wasn't too surprised that Mexico could see through the female's lie, she wasn't expecting her to since the younger brunette didn't even care in the first place. It was when the first tequila arrived, the Filipina gulped not because she fears of drinking such a stronger stuff but pretty much because she was afraid to face facts, took a deep breath and picked up the drink and took one gulp. She coughed at the sudden burst, nearly spitting it out, but it managed to settle down long enough for her to bear. This will definitely hit her in the morning (or even in the ungodly hours, but whose counting?) but she hope it'll do its job like Teresa suggested it would one time. "Yeah, appreciate every bit of it." Gabriella said, still sober enough to think straight. It won't be long, though. "That's too bad," It was a bit downer that the method was confirmed not to work (also confirmed from this morning), but it was probably for the best considering how it would only end her drinking more until she's nothing more than a wasted mass of space somewhere in the corner. Plus it's the festive season (according to her people), so might as well reconsider about it. Snorting, Gabriella stared at the tequila in front of her, as if she was glaring at the drink and blaming it (and all the alcohol-kind) for what it done to her, before she shook her head- pretty sure she could hear pounding inside her noggin' right now- before the female can manage to give, at least, a decent reply on her question. "I don't think I want to meet America... or anyone else... for a while." Gabriella finally said, slumping her head at the counter in hope that it'll bring her another concussion. Apparently, not. "I must have done something horrible for God to punish me like that.... I knew I should have just brought brownies!" And, there goes part of her sanity, out of the window, won't be long before she lost it completely, that's for sure. "Geez.... and then, all of the sudden, I blamed each and every one of them last night while I was drunk and now I feel horrible!" She was this close- this close- to crying, but the brunette recalled that she have to keep it up... or, at least part of what's left of her common sense, if it helps. Another gulp(?) to her tequila (she'll need another one this time) before she continued. "I feel like the worse country ever, and I'm not even as strong as any of them to begin with!" The last part was probably the alcohol drinking, considering how she just started to belittle herself. In truth, Philippines can be as strong as she can be, with her 'never give up' attitude and her willingness to fight back when push comes to shove, but with the mentality of people these days, it wasn't surprising how she was- unwillingly- getting easier to influenced, and it really breaks her so to know that her people- her own people- to gain such negative attributes. Where are those who are brave and bold once upon a time, those who are not afraid to stand up for what they believe and fight for the future of the people? These aren't bravery, they're just petty- if not empty- words! It was one of her woes, as a nation, to just stand there and watch, but by thinking as such she is starting to grow weaker on herself, sometimes teetering on loosing her hope in becoming the nation she once used to be that her people in the old era fought- and died- for. What would they say when they see her in this state? With Mexico, alone, it was unbearable and embarrassing- shameful, even!- for her to look the older nation straight in the eye, what more to the rest? [/style] [style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:30px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ Run! It’s already dinnertime[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]TEMPLATE BY TSU BEAR OF OTE. BAKA GO HOME BY MILKTUB.[/style][style=width: 335px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 25px; text-align: left; padding-justify:40px;]TAGS: Teresa and pretty much anyone else who I decide to drag in. PM me if you want to join in. TIMELINE: Present LOCATION: In a random pub... in JAMAICA! NOTES: Feels. 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AND IGNITE YOUR BONES

- - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU

She wasn't sure, on a scale of one to ten, how worried she should be about her ex-charge. Everyone was different whenever alcohol was involved. Some people were fantastic drunks. You couldn't even tell anything was wrong with them – those were people like Germany and Russia, even herself on some occasions. Others were horrible to handle. The best one she could think of in that occasion were England and Scotland, although she could never tell if Scotland was like that simply because be. Teresa, herself, was really somewhere along the middle, although she tended to be more alcohol tolerant than people would believe for someone of her size. To her knowledge, Gabi was usually like her. The Filipina was known to be one of her more frequent drinking partners, after all. (It may or may not have been because the Mexican nation worried about her and wanted to make sure that she was doing fine, or because, when Resa lapsed into her Spanish, Gabi was still able to understand what she was saying.) “Gabriella!” She reprimanded slightly, giving her a slight dirty look for nearly spitting it out. “Don't you dare waste a gulp of tequila, do you hear me?” But, she was grinning. “You know better than to take a gulp of it straight like that.”

Ah, that made sense. Teresa had the bad habit of drinking entirely too much. It had been her, after all, that had told Gabi that it was smart and clever enough to drink all one's problems away. And, she had that problem, too. As much as she loved her best ex-husband friend, she knew him to be one of the ones that tended to get on other people's nerves. Not exactly in a bad way. Sometimes, he was endearing, and he was easy to open up to. He was easy to befriend, and he was beyond loyal. Still, he had the problem of being overbearing and, occasionally, letting his emotions rule the way that he thought. Her nose twitched as she leaned forward, resting her elbows against the bar ass he thought about her response. “Well, that sucks because you're stuck with me here, amiga. Be lucky I don't call todo la familia, cause I'm half-tempted to.” Of course, she wouldn't because she didn't want to talk to all of them, although they would have to find a way to drag Evita out from her house eventually.

“What did Alfred do, anyway?” Resa mused, outloud for a second before snapping her eyes back towards her ex-charge with a raised eyebrow. Her hands instantly found their way towards Gabi's shoulders as she gave them a light shook. “Now, you know how religious I am, chiquita. Don't say that lightly, or I'm really going to let you have it. What're you talking about?” She mused. She had no idea what Gabi was talking about, but she knew that she was going to have to be the one so bring her friend out of her funk. Her lips pressed tightly together as she picked at the end of her ponytail. She always had to pick up Alfred's mess, whether he knew that he was doing it or not. Obviously, something had happened that she hadn't been aware of, and, if she had to guess, she would say that it had something to do with whatever happened the night her precious tacos were struck, never to be eaten. She snorted. That was funny; the notion of being strong. She felt like it was deranged. New countries emerged everyday, and, sometimes, countries passed on into whatever life awaited them next. Likewise, countries rose to power, and fell from grace all the time. Considering the economy of today, she wasn't surprised to say that even America had his own problems at the moment. She snickered before reaching over and patting Gabi on the back with a wavering smile. “Now, don't say that. There are worse countries out there – and some that aren't even considered countries. So what if you're not one of the super powers? I'm not. Are you saying that I suck, too?” Teresa turned her eyes towards her with this almost menacing look to them. She may not be as scary as a lot of the other countries, but she could be if her pride was threatened.

“If that's what you're saying, I'm going to drag you outside and kick your little, whining drunk butt, do you hear me?” And, with that she grabbed onto the younger country and pinched her. It wasn't a hard pinch, but she figured it was enough to wake her up and get to sit up. “You don't have to feel this crap. We all go through these stages. Just be glad you never drank yourself into a marriage.”

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notes .[/b] i suck, sorry. o.o[/color]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;] [style=width:360px; height:185px; background-color:#101010; border-top:5px solid #101010;][/style][style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:35px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ Look![/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]The sun that rose from the west is setting[/style][style=width: 350px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]Of course. Gabriella didn't say anything, but she knew what the female meant as she only waved a hand in dismissal, telling her that she got the message (somehow), before getting in another shot of Tequila. Not a rare drink in Philippines, but she doesn't drink that on an everyday basis (compared to the usual malt-made beer), only on special occasions or when someone offered her one. Either works. "My bad." She was getting a bit tipsy, but it doesn't seem to help her squat like last time. Just making it worse. "Geez, if you call Antonio, I'll break a casket!" No, not really, she's still a bit too depress to actually do that. "Or... or..." Automatically, as soon as the remaining part of her brain that is functioning turned its cogs, she stopped talked and just faced the wooden counter once more with both hands holding the glass containing the shot of tequila. Yeah, it's the most logical thing she have done while drunk so far, but nobody's hoping that it'll continue. Immediately at the mention of Alfred's name, Gabriella twitched- not only once, not twice, but a few times- before she finally lost all sense of logic (temporarily, knowing how long she can remain intoxicated or so) and banged her head on the counter once while she tried her very best to muffle her scream of agony (it sounded like one) before she stopped, took a breather but didn't lift up her head. She's ashamed, she's devastated, she wanted to just jump off the cliff and hope nobody finds her when she lands in a hole and crawl in there to die. Screw her people, someone else can take over for her! "Ha. Ha." It was only after the pinch that Gabriella managed to regain an ounce of sanity as she shook her head (clearly, she was THIS close to crying) as she shook her head. "I don't get drunk-marriage, but I figured it's the same as being force to bed someone without your consent." She want to forget about it and she want to move on, but it's still there. The brunette decided to do another shot before she continued. "And I'm.... I'm not feeling like a crap." Another total lie. "It's... it's just one of those days." Another shot. "Still think should have brought brownies instead." [/style] [style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:30px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ Run! It’s already dinnertime[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]TEMPLATE BY TSU BEAR OF OTE. BAKA GO HOME BY MILKTUB.[/style][style=width: 335px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 25px; text-align: left; padding-justify:40px;]TAGS: Teresa and pretty much anyone else who I decide to drag in. PM me if you want to join in. TIMELINE: Present LOCATION: In a random pub... in JAMAICA! NOTES: For the record, when drunk, she cries like a child.[/style]

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AND IGNITE YOUR BONES

- - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU

Drinking just to hide any sort of pain – that was the stupid thing to do. There were only a handful of times that Teresa remembered that drinking – heavily drinking to the point where she had gotten drunk beyond belief – had gotten her into any problem. One of those things was that she had gotten married...the only one that had been Teresa and not Mexico. Her hands clenched into slight fists. The time before that had been the one where she had, or so she figured, gotten as close to feeling awful at her little hermana or niece was currently feeling. Then again, that had been an even worse time for her. She doubted that Gabriella had ever fallen in love with one of her citizens, although she hadn't really asked lately. Perhaps that was what was bringing her down? If it was, she certainly could sympathize.

“Well, if you would tell me what was wrong with you instead of just making me worry, then I wouldn't have to call España, would I?” She retorted with an easy snort, crossing her hands over chest. Although, Teresa hadn't meant her 'Papa' whenever she had meant that she was talking about calling in the family and making sure that everything had been okay. She had meant more along the lines of the rest of the Central and South America. A grin covered her face easily as she leaned forward, raising an eyebrow as her eyes met her. She was trying not to laugh at how her darling little Philippine was currently staring at her tequila as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Well, she understood what that look was leading two, and she probably should stop it before it got worse.

Welp, the thought should have hit her before she had looked down. Her eyes widened, and she extended her hand out quickly, unsure of whether or not she should stop her. Luckily, it hadn't taken long for Gabriella to come to her senses and stop herself from banging her forehead on the counter. She waved away the bartender, whom she was sure was about to ask whether or not her 'friend' was okay with what was going on. Carefully, but still with the bite that the Mexican nation was known to have whenever she was annoyed, Teresa wove her hand into the latter's hair and pulled her head back, deadpan expression on her face clearly as she stared down at her with a 'You're going to tell me what's going on right now before I shoot you, don't think I won't do it' look that she usually reserved for her northern neighbor.

“I'd rather not think about that, actually. I would rather not recount what happened. Don't ask any of North America, actually. Especially not Matthew – that's awkward, too...” her eye twitched again. She remembered the time where the two of them had been dating, and she had told him what had happened. Aside from the two of them, she was pretty sure that the only other one that knew was Las Vegas, and she was extremely happy to know that her 'granddaughter' wouldn't sell her out. “You're such a liar. You're staring at your tequila – not drinking it. That's a clear sign that algo is wrong with you. So, either you tell me exactly what it is, or I assume that someone close to you has died. If that's true, then I'm really going to wreak havoc to make sure that you're alright.” Because, Teresa had drank herself into an extremely crazy, drunk pitch once she had found out that Benito had died, and she wouldn't wish that on her biggest enemies.

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[/b] GABI! (So far...XD)? words .[/b] 620!!
notes .[/b] I suck, I know. I suck a lot.[/color]

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this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0 and features lyrics belonging to the oh so amazing Coldplay. please leave all of this credit stuff in tact and leave a link for Miss Roro here if you are going to be using this anywhere. Thank you, loves!

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