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Post by Heracles on Aug 22, 2010 19:31:23 GMT -5
Greece perked up a bit at the mention of food, not having eaten anything but olives and dried figs in a long while. He would, of course, contribute to the meal as best he could. He dug a few cuts of salted and wrapped fish out of his pack along with olives, dates, and figs and offered them silently to Israel to add to the meal. "Here you go. More to go around, now." He said with a smile.
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Israel
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Post by Israel on Aug 22, 2010 19:42:14 GMT -5
Israel took the food and ruffled the boy's hair. "How have you been since I left? You obviously haven't forgotten your manners."
Reaching inside her food barrels, she tosses a tangerine to the slightly mal-nourished boy.
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Post by Heracles on Aug 22, 2010 19:47:31 GMT -5
Greece smiled and ducked his head slightly as she ruffled his already messy hair, taking the tangerine and peeling it after thanking her softly. He popped a piece in his mouth and chewed and swallowed before answering.
"I've been as good as can be expected. Though..." Should he share that with her or keep it to himself? "My people...the population is very decimated. I...I'm in trouble of disappearing." He said quietly.
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Israel
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Post by Israel on Aug 22, 2010 19:53:36 GMT -5
Israel's chrome diospode eyes widened. Was he in that bad shape? She immediately pulls the boy into her arms, out of horror more than anything, and said, "What do they need? Do they need another home? There is room among my country, I can give you it, and it'll still be the Mediterranean."
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Post by Heracles on Aug 22, 2010 19:56:53 GMT -5
"They're sick, Israel. All of them. They have places to live and food to eat but so many of them are sick and dying that I'm not sure how much longer I can survive." He told her. It felt so good to finally get it out that he couldn't help the tears that started falling from his eyes as he hugged her back.
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Post by Israel on Aug 22, 2010 20:04:51 GMT -5
Israel took a napkin out and wiped his eyes. "An hour ago I was trading with....Austria,"She whispers. "He gave me pills. Anti-Radiation pills. My people didn't suffer from the radiation. You can have every single one of them as long as you go home soon and give them to your people."
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Post by Heracles on Aug 22, 2010 20:08:32 GMT -5
Greece nodded and dropped his arms, wiping his own eyes as well. It had been...so long since he'd cried. He couldn't even remember for a long moment when the last time had been until it came rushing back to him.
He clung to the dolphin as it took him deeper and deeper into the ocean towards Atlantis. He would hide there until it was safe to go to the surface again. He knew in his heart he was crying as he left his people behind, but no one had to know as the tears mingled with the ocean water around him.
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Post by Israel on Aug 22, 2010 20:30:39 GMT -5
Israel once again swept the boy into her arms, and even though he was taller than her, made him snuggle. "I need to go home soon anyway. I've traded many items. I'll go home with you and help you and then bring my people to help. Okay?"
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Post by Heracles on Aug 22, 2010 20:41:24 GMT -5
Greece nodded. "I only came here to find help for my people. Now that I have it I will do a bit of trading, stay a day or two in the City, and start heading home." He reasoned. He would need time in the city to rest and gather supplies before heading back. Especially since his people would need other vitamins and nutrients while they were recovering.
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Post by Israel on Aug 22, 2010 20:44:04 GMT -5
Israel nods. "I shall drive you myself. But for now, I must lock up the caravan and put in the stable." She begins to lock it before asking, "Did they just find each other?"
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Post by Heracles on Aug 22, 2010 20:46:11 GMT -5
"Spain and Romano? Yes, they just met up a few minutes ago." He replied, looking over to the couple who were still standing very close as if afraid that they would lose each other again.
(Hope this is not god-modding)
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Post by Antonio Fernández Carriedo on Aug 22, 2010 21:15:43 GMT -5
Antonio was holding onto Lovino's hand tightly, as if for dear life, expression a cross between impossible happiness at the idea of having his little Italian back, and increasing worry that he would lose him again. He knew he had other things that he should be focusing on, but he was too distracted by the fact that his Lovino was back, safe and sound, to worry about anything or anyone else.
He finally noticed that Heracles was looking at them, and he gave a weak smile and a wave. He'd stopped crying after a few moments, but he still felt a bit overwhelmed. But as long as he had his precious Lovino, he would be fine.
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Post by romano on Aug 23, 2010 18:58:31 GMT -5
Lovino followed Antonio's gaze to where Greece and Israel were. He was glad that they both were alive and seemed to be okay for the moment. Greece was one of the first other nations he had ever met, and, well, everyone knew Israel. He nodded to them and... wait. He narrowed his eyes slightly. They had food, and it looked like they were sharing.
He tugged softly on Antonio's hand. "Come on. We should go over there." There was a small smile on his face as he said this and it felt a little odd. He hadn't smiled in so long, not a real one for another person anyway. He had not been this happy in a long time.
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Post by Israel on Aug 23, 2010 22:29:35 GMT -5
Israel smiled as she saw the approaching nations. Waving them closer, she held up some food. Her impressions of Romano and Antonio told her that something very, very wrong had happened to him and Spain was doing fine.
Looking in a few boxes, Israel saw that she had quite alot of ptitim, or Israel couscous left. Running her hand through the uncooked pasta beads, she shouts "Who wants pasta?"
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Post by romano on Aug 25, 2010 17:43:39 GMT -5
Lovino stared, disbelieving, at Irael. She had pasta. To him it looked like fregula but was probably something similar. Still, it reminded him of when things had been better.
"I'll have a little. If thats okay?" He speaks softly, a little unsure. He doesn't know how much she is willing to share.
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