Awkward Moments [Abbey]

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[STYLE=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 33px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #8FB3B4;]NOW YOU'RE JUST SOMEBODY[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 250px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; font-style: italic; color: #F2F9F9; line-height: 17px; background-color: #043233; border-top: 1px dotted #043233; border-left: 1px solid #043233; border-bottom: 1px dotted #043233; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; border-top-right-radius: 20px; border-top-left-radius: 20px; margin-top: 118px; margin-bottom: -147px; margin-right: -118px; -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg);]THAT I USED TO KNOW[/style][STYLE=float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; border-top: 3px solid #043233; border-left: 3px solid #043233; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; margin-bottom: 0px; width: 345px; line-height: 12px;][STYLE=float: right; padding-left: 12px; padding-bottom: 5px;][/style] Alfred wasn't sure what to make of his surroundings. The City of London had grown since his last visit, and he certainly felt a lot less welcome than he had in the past. It was his first time he was in the area on his own business, rather than simply tagging along with Arthur. It was different, but in a good way. This was just the way that he wanted it. It didn't change how awkward it would be to see Arthur on the opposite end of the table. This was a step in the right direction, though. The Jay Treaty was supposed to help facilitate trade. By no means did Alfred want to go running back to Arthur, but he realized that he could not ignore Arthur's presence. The older nation was a major world power. It was imperative to reach a consensus with his former older brother on a few matters, only this time he would be negotiating with the other as an equal rather than a lesser. He could not help but smile at this reminder. One thing that Alfred noted about London almost right away was that it was a lot smaller than he remembered. It was still an impressive city, mind. At the time, it far outstripped his own largest city in population (New York City, his most populous city as of the 1790 census, only had a population of 33,000), but there was a notable difference. Of course, the difference might have had to do with the fact that Alfred was nearly two feet taller than he was the last time he stepped foot onto the streets of London. Speaking of London, he found himself wondering about the personification of the capital herself. He knew that relations between himself and Arthur were strained, but how was Abbey handling it? That was her name, right? Abbey? Something like that. He had fond memories of the capital. He recalled slipping into the kitchen when he smelled the aroma coming from within, to discover that Abbey was baking. Not only was she baking, but she would often offer him sweets, with the qualifier that he not tell England. That was when he was still a colony, though. Now he was a nation, and he was here of his own accord. He knew Arthur still wasn't pleased with this arrangement, but oh well, he'd get over it eventually! Alfred was capable of making his own decisions now, and Arthur needed to realize this. This treaty was a step in the right direction! That said, for as small as London appeared to Alfred now, he sure was having a hard time finding his way around! Alfred did eventually make it to his destination. He entered the building where the treaty was to be signed, letting out a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't late. That was the last thing he wanted to hear from Arthur - A lecture. A man greeted him, asking if he'd found the place alright, and Alfred smiled. Though he'd had a hard time finding the place, he wasn't about to admit that to a Brit. "Of course I did! London's a lot smaller than I remember." Little did he realize that a familiar blond was lurking nearby...[/style][STYLE=border-top: 1px dashed #043233; width: 325px; border-left: 3px solid #043233; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]this post has a total of 554 words, all meant for Abbey/London to read, but not without knowing This is set in London, November 1794. template made by kiwii of btn & ote ![/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Don’t you hide your eyes from me Open them and see me now Abbey, was not having a thrilling day that much was certain. One of the people that she considered to have abandoned her was coming to sign a treaty, to try and help relations between the two nations with trade. That meant that Alfred was coming too more than likely for the official business of overseeing the whole process. Maybe Alfred and Arthur would even try to fake some politeness towards one another. That would be a sight certainly. As for her, well she had gone about baking an array of sweets for the meeting along with making quite a bit of tea. This was England after all, and thus they would be having tea and sweets with the meeting. She was sure there would probably be no serious argument from the delegates about it either. After all, who didn’t like sweets? Besides, it would hopefully lighten up the tense atmosphere slightly. The capital was definitely certain things were going to be tense as all hell once things started. Especially if any issues with the agreement arose. So thus, she was hoping to try and smooth things over with a little bit of confection and tea. Tea was supposed to be calming, and so maybe they could avoid some temper explosions. She had to admit though, the thought of a confectionary fight during a meeting of supposed important people would be quite the amusing sight. That was probably not going to be the first outlet if a fight did break out though. Someone would probably pull out a knife rather than a cookie to try and whap someone with. Hopefully though, no such thing happened and the whole thing went over without too much incident. It seemed vaguely doubtful, but she was hopeful. Actually, she’d probably have to keep herself from doing anything too. After all, Alfred had technically abandoned her, and with as many times she’d been left already…it hurt. How would she hold up if she was in the same place as him and had to see the kid she remembered feeding sweets to on the condition he not tell Arthur. Now, she had never been sure whether or not Arthur knew anyway, or would even be mad for that matter. Due to their relationship being sometimes a tad on the dysfunctional side she decided to just have Alfred not tell him and thus was covering her bases just in case. She had arrived at the meeting place early to set up all the sweets, and had made herself a cup of tea while she waited for everyone to come. The girl doubted that she would really be a part of the meeting in the slightest, and so she might as well just set up and then keep herself out of the way of anyone that was considered important. She wandered about the building a little aimlessly and pointing anyone who needed it in the correct direction. Most of them probably had no idea who she actually was, and that was perfectly fine with the blonde by all means. She had made it out fairly close to the entrance and was going to maybe go outside for a minute for some air before the meeting started. What she found though, was someone she had not wanted to encounter quite yet. She wasn’t ready for such a thing she didn’t think, but then he said London was smaller than he remembered and she couldn’t help but stand behind him with a relatively annoyed expression. ”I should dump my tea on you for that Alfred.” Abbey noted with vague annoyance. She wasn’t that tiny was she? Well, she was quite a bit shorter than Alfred, but that wasn’t the point. London was by no means a small city, and she felt vaguely insulted for it to be insinuated that she was. 640 / Alfred/Mandee / RAWR :3 [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

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[STYLE=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 33px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #8FB3B4;]NOW YOU'RE JUST SOMEBODY[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 250px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; font-style: italic; color: #F2F9F9; line-height: 17px; background-color: #043233; border-top: 1px dotted #043233; border-left: 1px solid #043233; border-bottom: 1px dotted #043233; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; border-top-right-radius: 20px; border-top-left-radius: 20px; margin-top: 118px; margin-bottom: -147px; margin-right: -118px; -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg);]THAT I USED TO KNOW[/style][STYLE=float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; border-top: 3px solid #043233; border-left: 3px solid #043233; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; margin-bottom: 0px; width: 345px; line-height: 12px;][STYLE=float: right; padding-left: 12px; padding-bottom: 5px;][/style] Alfred turned at once when a familiar voice reached his ears in a posh accent. Were it not for the feminine tones, Alfred would have sworn it was Arthur. As it was, though, he had a pretty good idea of who would be standing behind him. "Dump your tea? I thought I was the only one who made a hobby out of that." Alfred wore a satisfied smirk on his face. While Abbey was not Arthur, she was his capital, and thus she would get the same treatment. He wouldn't let any hint of the fondness he felt slip through. He didn't want to give them the wrong idea, that he might actually go back to being a part of the British Empire. IF they still wanted him in their life, they had to accept that he was a nation in his own right. And so far as he could tell, the acceptance on their part was still very grudging. That annoyed him, and made him even more eager to prove that he was worthy of being held in the same standing as Arthur. As he studied Abbey, he reached another realization. "Wow...you are smaller than I remember." He stood nearly 6 inches taller than her. Given that he was just shy of four feet tall the last they met, the difference was notable indeed. Alfred had to look down a little in order to talk to Abbey. At least in this instance he looked more surprised than amused. He knew he was taller, but he hadn't thought he would be that much taller than her. So surprised that he didn't stop to think just how insulting she'd probably find that comment. He'd likely have tea on him by the end of this visit. Hell, he'd likely have tea on him by the end of this conversation. "So where's Arthur at?" He questioned, surprised that he met with Abbey before he met with Arthur. His meeting in general was with Arthur, though, so perhaps Arthur was making some last minute preparations. He wasn't too bothered by it, if he had to be honest. Hell, part of them even hoped that Arthur might run a little late. It would be an interesting twist of fate, for Alfred to arrive early and Arthur to arrive late. Given all of Alfred's memories about Arthur nagging him, it would be nice to see how Arthur reacted if Alfred turned the table. Another part of him wanted Arthur to turn up soon, because he wanted Arthur to know of his success as a new nation. Not only that, but he wanted to rub it in England's face. Alfred was determined to prove that he was ever bit in the right in separating from England's rule. He would speak relatively little about the rocky start under the Articles of Confederation. Now that the issues had been smoothed over considerably, he was doing pretty darn well for someone who'd only been an independent nation for less than twenty years. Alfred felt rather accomplished as a result![/style][STYLE=border-top: 1px dashed #043233; width: 325px; border-left: 3px solid #043233; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]this post has a total of 529 words, all meant for Abbey/London to read, but not without knowing Alfred is apparently playing 'let's see how many times we can insult the Brit in one conversation' XD. template made by kiwii of btn & ote ![/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Don’t you hide your eyes from me Open them and see me now Abbey had hoped that Alfred would prove to be a mature adult that deserved the independence he had won. Yeah, well so much for that because clearly that wasn’t the case. Especially not with his comment about dumping tea and him being the only one with a habit of doing so. Had he not matured past that during all the fighting? Apparently he hadn’t matured in the slightest through gaining his independence. Good to know, she guessed, at least it was something to tell Arthur. ”The motivations behind the action are different. You did it as a child throwing a temper tantrum. I would do it because I am a lady who was just insulted.” she pointed with a frown. Alfred may be his own nation now, but he was being a brat about it. Not a good way to gain respect to be perfectly honest. Wasn’t he supposed to be playing nice to open negotiations for the treaty? One would think he would at least try and be polite. Apparently that wasn’t the case, and thus she would probably have to deal with his snark. Wasn’t it bad she got it from pretty much everyone else, did she really need it from Alfred too? Then he said that she was smaller than he remembered and she frowned a bit. ”That’s because you left and never came back.” she pointed out with a hint of bitter in there. He left her, and while she wasn’t about to admit to him how much it had crushed her, it did somewhat show in her tone of voice. Every time she thought someone was going to stay they ended up leaving, and so she was stuck believing that Arthur would leave constantly. It wasn’t exactly a good feeling, and she was sure that it wasn’t really appreciated by her nation most of the time. There was really nothing she could do about it though, not with issues going back as far as hers did now. Some things just couldn’t be fixed once they were left to develop for too long, and seeing as it had been over a thousand years at this point, it was definitely near the impossible state at this point. Alfred then asked where her nation was and she thought for a moment. ”Probably discussing last minute details with the boss.” she noted simply. That was really the only rational place he could be unless he was late. It was rather unlike Arthur to be late without a reason, so she was going with discussing last minute details instead. Actually, she would rather Arthur show up too, so she didn’t have to continue to be insulted. She didn’t like being insulted, well nobody did, but the way it was being done was particularly annoying. It was as if Alfred didn’t actually think before saying anything. Well, going off comments he had already said, he probably actually didn’t. Either that, or he was saying things to purposely annoy her, which was definitely rude. One would think he would know better than to be a complete ass for no reason to someone. Just because he was independent now did not mean he had to be a prick about it. Though maybe he was just a prick in general now, it had been a while since she had seen him. She knew Arthur wasn’t always the nicest country in the world, but he had been far nicer to Alfred than he had been to her initially. So that was something at least, but apparently he wasn’t nice enough for Alfred to not end up a jerk. Though it was also possible that Arthur had nothing to do with that in the slightest, and something else had caused that. Either way, it was annoying as all hell. 636 / Alfred/Mandee / he's asking for it XD [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

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[STYLE=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 33px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #8FB3B4;]NOW YOU'RE JUST SOMEBODY[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 250px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; font-style: italic; color: #F2F9F9; line-height: 17px; background-color: #043233; border-top: 1px dotted #043233; border-left: 1px solid #043233; border-bottom: 1px dotted #043233; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; border-top-right-radius: 20px; border-top-left-radius: 20px; margin-top: 118px; margin-bottom: -147px; margin-right: -118px; -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg);]THAT I USED TO KNOW[/style][STYLE=float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; border-top: 3px solid #043233; border-left: 3px solid #043233; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; margin-bottom: 0px; width: 345px; line-height: 12px;][STYLE=float: right; padding-left: 12px; padding-bottom: 5px;][/style] From Alfred's point of view, she walked into that comment. She was the one, after all, who mentioned dumping tea on him for a vague comment. The capital's next words irked Alfred. If there was anything he hated, it was being called a child. He fought for his independence to be recognized as something of an equal, and being called a child was not a part of that plan. "You know, that all could have been avoided if he'd just removed his ships from my damn harbor like I requested in the first place." He needed to get off the subject of the destruction of the tea. He knew that if the discussion continued on, things could get heated extremely fast. And as much as he wanted to ruffle some feathers while he was here, he didn't want to start another war between himself and Arthur just yet. He was only just getting his affairs in order, and they had a treaty to sign. He couldn't deny that he'd left, and that he had no plans on 'coming back' in the fashion that he was pretty certain Abbey meant. That time was long past. Alfred was a nation of his own now. However, the wording brought back a bitter feeling of his own. "I learned from the best there." To some extent, he understood that Arthur couldn't be around all the time. Being a nation himself now, he understood that there were a lot of duties associated with being one. It didn't change the fact that he felt betrayed. He learned a long time before, before he met Arthur in fact, what a father was. Jebediah Jones was a father, the closest thing Alfred had to a father in the earliest days of his memory. He and Arthur always called each other brothers. For the longest time, Alfred wondered why it was never father and son. Arthur was raising him, after all, and that was what fathers did, right? They raised their children, spending time with them, helping them to grow into successful adults. He eventually realized that Arthur failed to fulfill all of those roles. He spent more time growing up with the servants in his home than with Arthur himself. It was the instructors that taught him most of what he knew and fostered his growth, not Arthur. It was not a total loss. There were fond memories associated with Arthur - more than Alfred would have actually liked to admit, given the climate between the two nations. But then he remembered that Arthur refrained from telling him for the longest time that he had many other colonies located around the world. He didn't tell Alfred about his life as a pirate. The biggest blow of all, though, was Arthur's reaction to Alfred's growth. It wasn't the pride that Alfred was hoping to see. He wasn't sure what it was - fear, maybe? Disappointment? Worry? Regardless, it was negative, and Alfred knew then. Alfred was right to never call England his father. A father would be proud of his son, wouldn't he? A father wouldn't do everything in his power to try to stop his son's progress. If his son aspired to be something, he would stand behind him, cheering him on, not stand in the way with a gun. "Are you going to be in on the negotiations?" Alfred questioned. He'd only attended one treaty signing prior, and as he recalled, Paris had not been directly in the room for the signing. Oh, she was lurking about, but she wasn't actually in the room with them. He wondered if it was the same with all of these events or if different nations did it differently. It was information that he could use for later, when treaties were signed at his place. Though hell, even if there was a status quo, that didn't necessarily mean that Alfred F. Jones would follow it...[/style][STYLE=border-top: 1px dashed #043233; width: 325px; border-left: 3px solid #043233; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]this post has a total of 675 words, all meant for Abbey/London to read, but not without knowing I got no notes here. XD. template made by kiwii of btn & ote ![/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Don’t you hide your eyes from me Open them and see me now Abbey was definitely not having a good day. She hadn’t wanted to pick a fight with Alfred, but no he decided to try and pretend to be so much bigger and insult her. Actually, if she was being perfectly honest, she hadn’t actually even wanted to see him. Just make it in and out without any confrontation at all and then be upset about it later. Which, she was going to definitely be now because it was pretty clear things were tense between them. It wasn’t as if she had personally done anything, it was Arthur and the boss deciding she got no say in it. Yet he decided to be rude to her anyway, and she was not going to just stand there and take that. The girl had more of a spine than that at least. ”It was a request not an order correct? In which case technically he didn’t actually have to listen…it just would have probably been nice. It also could have been avoided if you picked a different way of showing you were upset rather than dumping tea.” she pointed out. Both of them were at fault for that, and really it could have been avoided if there was some communication between the two to reach an understanding. Unfortunately both of them were stubborn and so it was bound to cause problems eventually anyway. The next comment Alfred had definitely hit a nerve. Now, she wasn’t going to say Arthur was the best at leaving, but he was rather good at it she had to admit. She wondered if Alfred even knew about it, or why it would bother her. ”I doubt you really have any idea about the entire truth in that statement…I wouldn’t call him the best at it but…” she said not quite able to keep the sadness from her tone. Really she just trailed off and left it at that, she really didn’t want to particularly talk about it. It probably wasn’t something that you would find out typically, and she definitely didn’t like discussing what had happened. It was the past, and while she would like to believe it wouldn’t happen again, she just couldn’t. At this point she was pretty much incapable, and Alfred had certainly not helped that in the slightest. Actually, he had made it slightly worse if that was even possible. Sure she was fairly damaged in that sense before he had left, but him doing so was going to make it extremely hard to even remotely trust that someone won’t leave her. The next question was one she was far more comfortable with discussing. ”No, I will basically just sit out of the way and listen.” she said simply. Decisions on treaties weren’t something she really got to do, and only occasionally did she even get to watch. Mostly it would be the bosses anyway, and so she was perfectly fine with staying out of any possible arguments. After all, it wasn’t really her business anyway, and it was a matter for the important delegates of their nations to decide upon things in a civil manner. Whether it would actually be civil or not was yet to be seen, and she was interested in how things would turn out. Would relations between them ever improve? She wasn’t sure, and she certainly would need an enormous amount of time before she trusted him even in the slightest again. The girl had some serious trust issues, especially with those that had left her, and now Alfred was on that list. Would she ever even see him again after today? So many questions going through her mind, and she had an answer to none of them. Apparently they were things she was just going to have to wait and see. 632 / Alfred/Mandee / -eats your notes- [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

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[STYLE=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 33px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #8FB3B4;]NOW YOU'RE JUST SOMEBODY[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 250px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; font-style: italic; color: #F2F9F9; line-height: 17px; background-color: #043233; border-top: 1px dotted #043233; border-left: 1px solid #043233; border-bottom: 1px dotted #043233; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; border-top-right-radius: 20px; border-top-left-radius: 20px; margin-top: 118px; margin-bottom: -147px; margin-right: -118px; -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg);]THAT I USED TO KNOW[/style][STYLE=float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; border-top: 3px solid #043233; border-left: 3px solid #043233; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; margin-bottom: 0px; width: 345px; line-height: 12px;][STYLE=float: right; padding-left: 12px; padding-bottom: 5px;][/style] Alfred kept an eye on Abbey, waiting for her response. He should have expected she'd comment further on the destruction of the tea. He arched an eyebrow upward at Abbey's "suggestion". "Yes, a request is a request, but it's always nice when someone actually takes the time to think about the request instead of all but telling you that you're too young to make one." Clearly, he wasn't too young. He was an independent nation, and, with the help of the Constitution, was coming into his own very well. The capital's response to his next statement only puzzled him. Was she agreeing with him? He'd expected Abbey to get all indignant and rise up on Arthur's behalf, giving Alfred a massive lecture for saying such a thing. Not that he really needed to listen to those lectures anymore. He was independent. It didn't matter, though, because Abbey did not lecture him. In fact...Alfred wasn't sure what to make of her response. It wasn't often that he had difficulty thinking of what to say in a conversation (since he'd usually just spout something off regardless), but Abbey's statement left him temporarily at a loss for words. Rather than poke further, as he was tempted to do, the corners of Alfred's mouth lifted up into a smirk. "You were supposed to tell me off for that one," he supplied "helpfully", although was honestly sort of relieved that she hadn't. Even though his response came in his typical ornery fashion to Abbey, it was likely a better response than an inquiry as to what Abbey meant. Maybe he'd ask some day, when things weren't so tense between the two nations. Too bad that would take over a century... Alfred nodded at Abbey's job description. "Sounds like what Paris did back in 1783." For some reason, he was somewhat relieved that she would be there. Though he was still bitter toward Abbey (and likely would be for a while), he was bitter to her by association. His real issues were with Arthur at thatpoint in time. He wasn't about to admit that, though. She was still England's capital. "You still bake?" He blurted out suddenly, partially out of curiosity, but more so because he sensed an awkward silence coming if he didn't ask. Alfred needed something to talk about, if only to keep himself from getting too antsy while he waited.[/style][STYLE=border-top: 1px dashed #043233; width: 325px; border-left: 3px solid #043233; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]this post has a total of 423 words, all meant for Abbey/London to read, but not without knowing omnom notes. template made by kiwii of btn & ote ![/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Don’t you hide your eyes from me Open them and see me now Technically she was correct about the suggestion thing. Kids could request things from their guardian, and often times they could say no and were well within their right to do so. It really probably wouldn’t have been a big deal to remove the ships from the harbor, but really why did it matter that they were there to begin with? So that was another thing that could definitely go both ways. Many parts of the argument Arthur and Alfred had seemed that way. ”What was the problem with them being there to begin with? No you aren’t too young to make a decision, but not everyone makes the best choices when they are younger then end up looking back and horribly regretting it.” she pointed out and asked him. Really she wasn’t sure about why the ships were an issue to begin with, and it was probably a matter of not being there if something happened on the other’s part. Independent nation or not, he was still a young nation. Young nations tended to have quite a hard time with others trying to take them over or exploit them in some way. She’d had quite the issues with being taken over and then tossed aside later. It seemed that Alfred had been silenced for a moment, and well good. He needed to be reminded he was the youngest nation and thus wasn’t the only one who had once been owned by someone else and abandoned by them. She actually probably would have explained some of what she had meant if he asked, but he didn’t. Instead he said she was supposed to yell at him. ”I can’t yell at you for the truth or an opinion. Well, I can but it’s rude. Fine, if I need to tell you off then Francis is much better at leaving people than Arthur…is that better?” she retorted with a slight smile. It was a way of lightening the mood a bit she guessed, and maybe one day he would actually ask what she meant. Or maybe he would forget this conversation completely, and even forget her. After all, it wasn’t as if she had really seen him all that often, and she probably wouldn’t in the future either. Would he even remember her by the time things got better between her nation and him? Hell, she doubted he would even ever come back again, and he probably wouldn’t have to begin with if it hadn’t been for a treaty. That hurt slightly to be honest, and she would have to deal with that later. She nodded when he said it sounded like what Paris had done. Made sense, that was pretty much what they did after all. They weren’t the country so they didn’t get to make huge decisions and be involved in discussions that involved the whole country. Sure they could probably suggest something, but it wasn’t really recommended. If anything she’d suggest it to Arthur as a whisper and nothing else. His next question though made her smile slightly. ”Of course, I made sweets for the meeting. So be good or you get none.” she teased him with a grin. 529 / Alfred/Mandee / taste like delicioius [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

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[STYLE=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 33px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #8FB3B4;]NOW YOU'RE JUST SOMEBODY[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 250px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; font-style: italic; color: #F2F9F9; line-height: 17px; background-color: #043233; border-top: 1px dotted #043233; border-left: 1px solid #043233; border-bottom: 1px dotted #043233; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; border-top-right-radius: 20px; border-top-left-radius: 20px; margin-top: 118px; margin-bottom: -147px; margin-right: -118px; -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg);]THAT I USED TO KNOW[/style][STYLE=float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; border-top: 3px solid #043233; border-left: 3px solid #043233; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; margin-bottom: 0px; width: 345px; line-height: 12px;][STYLE=float: right; padding-left: 12px; padding-bottom: 5px;][/style] Technically she was, but that didn't mean that Alfred did not have his own points. It also didn't mean that he would concede to the fact that she had a point. He was too stubborn for that, and it was way too soon. "the problem with the ships being there was that he was told to take them back, and he didn't. My people weren't happy that their demands weren't being listened to, and neither was I." He took a deep breath. It went further than that for Alfred, of course, and for the colonists back then as well. Both were suddenly expected to obey an authority that hardly exerted it's influence for years upon years, and rebelled against the idea. The corners of Alfred's mouth twitched at Abbey's comment. "I guess so." It still wasn't quite what he expected, but it seemed more typical of something to come out of Abbey's mouth. He still noted that it sounded almost as if she were talking from experience, and the curiosity was there. Still, though, he and Abbey weren't supposed to have the sorts of relations that allowed them to confide in each other about that. Perhaps when Alfred was still a colony, but not now. Things were still far too tense between Alfred and Arthur. What Abbey failed to take into consideration was the fact that the treaty between Alfred and Arthur was supposed to start off as a step back toward the right direction. It wasn't supposed to be just a document, it was supposed to establish terms agreed to by Alfred and Arthur, and their officials. They were negotiating again, on a more friendly basis. Too bad that, although this attempt would go through smoothly enough, the attempts to lengthen the terms in the treaty would fall through about a decade or so into the future. Alfred was still torn as to how to act toward Abbey. She was associated with England, but at the same time was not England himself. Regardless, he was pretty sure that he could tolerate he presence better than he could tolerate England's with the bad blood between them, but it wasn't saying much. This was the first time he'd seen Arthur since the signing of the Treaty of Paris of 1783, and Abbey? He hadn't seen Abbey since he was still a colony. One meeting was only a small step in the large journey of repairing relations between the two countries, and it didn't help that both parties were incredibly stubborn. Looked like the apple didn't fall too far from the tree in some regards. Even so, Alfred could not help but grin at Abbey's comment. "Can't make any promises there, but I'll give a try. Are you bribing me?" He arched an eyebrow, but the grin was still on his face. Really, he couldn't make any promises. There was no telling how they meeting was going to go, and if Arthur insisted on any plans that Alfred didn't agree with, or vice versa, it would not end well regardless.[/style][STYLE=border-top: 1px dashed #043233; width: 325px; border-left: 3px solid #043233; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]this post has a total of 531 words, all meant for Abbey/London to read, but not without knowing what does delicious taste like?. template made by kiwii of btn & ote ![/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #15317E; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] Don’t you hide your eyes from me Open them and see me now Abbey was just as stubborn as Alfred, and so he wasn’t getting any leeway to having a point either. She had no issue with the decision, it was him with the problem and so she wasn’t about to budge from her point either. Sure they could both give in, but it was far too soon after a huge fight for that. It was also drastically awkward at the moment because she felt vaguely abandoned by him which opened some old wounds on her. Not actual wounds of course, but ones on her sanity that was really not all that together after her relatively shitty childhood. Alfred’s childhood had been much shorter than pretty much any nation she had met, which made him a little on the unusual side. He had grown much faster than others, and honestly hadn’t dealt with as much hostile takeover as others had over in Europe. That was apparently the thing you did to young nations in Europe, just took them over and made them your slave. Then someone else came along and claimed you again and again until you were finally big enough to become your own place. Hearing Alfred’s complain she shrugged. ”Meh, decisions aren’t always made to make everyone happy. You can’t please everyone constantly.” she noted with a bit of a shrug. It was true enough that you couldn’t make everyone happy, and that decisions weren’t made based on making everyone happy all of the time. It didn’t make it a good decision, but it had been made, and there was no changing it now. Really though, to her it didn’t really look like that big of a deal, but maybe that was because she was used to the colonies that weren’t really all that rebellious. Or maybe it was just because she was British. She watched the corners of his mouth twitch and decided to sip at her tea. Hey, he had stated she was supposed to yell at him for his statement, but when she did it didn’t look like he was happy with that answer either. Clearly there was just no pleasing Alfred. Maybe he was just curious where the statement came from, but she wasn’t about to mention it. If he had asked as a child she might have told him, or if their relations were better. Right now though it wasn’t something she really wanted to get into. Sure the real tension was between Arthur and Alfred, but she was with Arthur, and of course would always side with him when it came to things like this. Thus it was a little bit awkward, and she wasn’t sure the treaty was really going to make it less awkward. The personal tension was still going to be there despite what a piece of paper said. Personal feelings weren’t going to be changed just because they signed an agreement. Sure it was supposed to open up relations, but there were some grudges that would be hard to move past despite that. It seemed though that Alfred wouldn’t be making any promises on behaving. Well that was never good. Arthur was going to get the same statement. Nobody got sweets if they didn’t behave. ”It’s not bribery if it goes for everyone.” she stated with a smile. Sure there was no telling how the meeting would go, but at least people could pretend to be civil. Even if it wasn’t genuine they could at least get through it without too much issue right? 583 / Alfred/Mandee / whipped cream? [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

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[STYLE=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 33px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #8FB3B4;]NOW YOU'RE JUST SOMEBODY[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 250px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; font-style: italic; color: #F2F9F9; line-height: 17px; background-color: #043233; border-top: 1px dotted #043233; border-left: 1px solid #043233; border-bottom: 1px dotted #043233; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; border-top-right-radius: 20px; border-top-left-radius: 20px; margin-top: 118px; margin-bottom: -147px; margin-right: -118px; -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg);]THAT I USED TO KNOW[/style][STYLE=float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; border-top: 3px solid #043233; border-left: 3px solid #043233; padding: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; margin-bottom: 0px; width: 345px; line-height: 12px;][STYLE=float: right; padding-left: 12px; padding-bottom: 5px;][/style] Alfred actually didn't have that much of a problem with Abbey's answer. It would be hard to please Alfred, though, given the atmosphere between Alfred and Arthur. He didn't blame Abbey for siding with Arthur. He was pretty sure that his capitals would do the same. Capitals in the plural, because he'd already had two under the Constitution, and a third one had been chose to take up the reins within a few years. First Theo, New York City, until 1790. Philadelphia took the reigns from him then, and would keep the spot warm and toasty until Danii was able to fulfill the role. The hope was that she would become the permanent capital. The young nation was well aware that this treaty wouldn't fix anything overnight. He also knew that just because they could carry on civil relations didn't mean that their personal tensions could be pushed aside. Alfred knew that he and Arthur would never be able to look at each other the same way again. He did feel a small pang as he realized this, but he also knew that it was for the best. He'd needed to grow, to be independent, and Arthur had difficulty accepting it. Though it became official with the signing of the Treaty of Paris in 1783, Alfred wondered if Arthur would ever really accept it on a personal basis. Alfred knew better than to make any promises on his behavior, because he had no idea what might happen when he and Arthur met in the same room. It really depended on what direction the conversation took. When she smiled at him, though, he couldn't help but return the smile. The air was still stiff, but at least there were efforts on behalf of both parties to be civil. It was hard to tell how long it would last, especially when the stiff atmosphere was still present in the room. Both parties could still easily be set off at any moment. "You sure you wouldn't be able to slip me a couple before the meeting? I promise I won't tell Arthur." His smile increased in size as he tried to crack a joke to decrease the ever growing tension in the air. Although if Abbey agreed to it...well, he wouldn't complain about getting a snack or two out of the deal![/style][STYLE=border-top: 1px dashed #043233; width: 325px; border-left: 3px solid #043233; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; color: #031D1E; float: left; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]this post has a total of 403 words, all meant for Abbey/London to read, but not without knowing this came out shorter than I wanted it to be. >.<. template made by kiwii of btn & ote ![/style]