jumps up to the window. He's completely drenched and knocks rapidly on the pane, begging to be allowed in.

blinks, backing away from the window and rushing to the door, opening it with a small gasp. "Greece?!" he hushes him in.

stumbles inside, taking off he shoes automatically. 'Th-thank you! It's a storm out there!' He shivers, rainwater dripping from his hair.

smiles. "You are welcome." he hums, taking his shoes and carrying them away. "Suit yourself, please." he comes back later.

bad-he's dripped water all over his floor. 'I-I'm sorry. I was sleeping in the park and then it all started. I couldn't see which direction_

would take me home.'

gasps, wandering off and coming back with dry towels. "Please, it's not a bother." he smiles, handing him one. "You're welcome here, Grece."

him a weak smile. A nation like him should not have to bug others by simply being caught off guard in the rain. 'I'm not interrupting am I?'

shakes his head. "Absolutely not^!" he hums. "Do you want a tea, or something?"

blinks, 'Coffee? Do you have coffee? That run took it out of me,' Offers a weak smile.

nods. "Yes... it's from my son, do you mind?" he asks, heading to the kitchen.

raises his eyebrows, 'Really? Of course not, I'd enjoy that very much!' He tries not to touch the walls in his wet state as he follows.

starts to prepare the coffee, a strong smell filling the air. He adds some cinnamon he got from his daughter too, just to put some taste._

"Milk?" he asks, looking at him. "Oh, towels are over there." points.

relaxes immensely at the scent of coffee. He nods, 'Yeah, just a spot of milk, thanks,' He looks round, doing a full 360, before finding_

the towels, 'Thank you!' he wraps himself up, shivering in delight at the warmth.

laughs a bit at him, serving the coffee with milk and cinnamon after. "I'll leave the sugar to you." he hums.

smiles in thanks. He adds a teaspoon of sugar, and stirs. 'So...what were you looking at outside?'

shrugs, sitting down. "I was watching the rain.. thinking to myself." he replies, calmly.

the philosophical possibility behind that, 'May I ask what your thoughts were on?'

smiles. "Do you think there's life on water drops?" he replies, evading the real answer.

doesn't pick up on the evasion, his eyes open wide in wonder. 'I've never...thought...' he stares down at his coffee. 'That's quite deep...'

smirks slightly, mentally roaring 'fuck yeah!' with a completely straight face. "Such thing came up, I can't think otherwise..."

coughs. "I can't come to a conclusion."

looks sad, 'Do you think...their lives end once they hit the ground?' He tips his head to the side, looking up at his almost-straight face.

too busy thinking of Ire- back to water, Gabriel! And stop blushing! "Maybe... but do they feel anything?" he blinks.

why he's going a little red. Maybe he's ill, he thinks. 'I hope not...there's so many of them. To think they would be in pain...' he feels_

Portugal's forehead without much thinking, to check if he has a fever.

blinks, squirming away from the hand. "I'm fine." he hisses, sttubornly, puffing a cheek and crossing his arms.

hums, staring at him. 'You seem very flushed,' he looks concerned. 'Are you upset about the raindrops? Or are you thinking about something_

else even more thought-provoking?'

gasps. "Shut up!" he looks away. "It's about raindrops... just do not touch me." he coughs, smiling a bit - but not that he wants it.

very, *very* confused, wondering if touching others i just a Greek thing... He steps back, embarrassed, and sips his coffee silently.

just a silly old man. He coughs, looking at him. "Sorry." he sighs. "I.. wasn't thinking of raindrops."

cocks his head to the side again, still confused. 'So what has got you looking like that? Did Turkey upset you?' he hazards a guess.

laughs. "No, Turquia... I don't see him in a long while, and he's been acting friendly." he points to a crafted, different window on his_

kitchen. "He gave me this... After breaking the previous one." he smiles. "I was thinking of... a guy."

initially doesn't hear him. 'Don't trust him. That Turk finds it amusing to gain your trust and then smashes your heart like-wait, what?'_

looks up, surprised, 'Which guy?'

smiles, waving a hand. "I know better than to fall for Turquia, Grécia." he hums. "We had many wars, I learned..." he hums, shaking his head

after. "Irlanda." he mutters, almost whispers.

makes a mental note to question him about his rival later, but is now more curious of Ireland. 'I'm confused, as you seem to be_

quite...*taken* by him. Are you?'

blinks, his eyes widening a bit as he rests his chin on a hand, smirking after. "You could say so."

's eyes widen, and a small smile appears at the corner of his mouth. 'I see...I'm afraid I don't know him all that well. Special, is he?'

looks away, nodding after. "Yes, he is." he hums. "Red-haired, with freckles and green eyes like Inglaterra." he describes. "Nice guy."

sighs. "And you? Taken?"

about the Irishman, deciding to take some time to get to know him at the next conference. He then smiles shyly, very unlike him. 'As of_

this week-yeah.'

laughs. "Okay, by the looks of it, you and Turquia had a thing but it ended, so, who is it? Not him..."

looks upset for a brief moment. 'Uh, no...there was something but...' He trails off. A few seconds later he shakes his head, and smiles. _

'I'm with Slovakia now,'

smiles, nodding. "That's nice to hear." he nods. "Oh, more coffee?"

looks down at his cup. 'Well...I don't want to be hyper-awake but...it was lovely,' He stretches out his cup with a grin, 'Yes please, Mr_

Aphrodite,' He winks.

blushes furiously, snatching the mug and turning away. "Aphrodite? You silly..." he groans, going to make some more coffee.

uses this opportunity to poke around the room. 'So...Ireland. What does he think of you?' He calls through.

blinks. "We're good friends." he trails off, not noticing he left, focused on making the coffee. "Why?"

shrugs, despite it not being seen, 'Just wondering if it could transform into something more. I hate being surprised by that type of thing_

so I'm asking now.#

*'

smiles. "Hm... give it some time, and maybe?" he laughs, looking at the tin. "I'm more worried about Arthur, and his marriage... it's_

bound to fail. surely." he shrugs.

a look while he tries to remember who Arthur is... 'He's getting married?'

rolls his eyes. "Yes, Inglaterra, that idiot, is marrying America... a kid! He's marrying a kid!" he throws his hands in the air.

blushes a bit. Slovakia is still a bit young too... He clears his throat. 'Is America not...his son?' he looks confused.

snaps. "Exactly!" he raises his voice, grabbing his own hair and making a face. "He's an idiot! Idiot!"

examining the wall decor. 'Sounds a little strange,' doesn't add that his mythology has similar themes. 'I didn't think either of them_

would be ready for marriage.'

sighs. "Maybe, had Inglaterra picked someone.. better, older." he shrugs. "But no, he picks the kid! His kid!" sulks a bit.

sighs. "Maybe, had Inglaterra picked someone.. better, older." he shrugs. "But no, he picks the kid! His kid!" sulks a bit.

nods, understanding. He also wonders if Portugal approved of he and Turkey a few months back. He was afraid to ask. 'Well, Alfred-that's_

his name, right?-he's grown a lot, I suppose...I wonder if England is trying to keep hold of him in any way he can.

*'

sighs. "This is silly..." he hisses.

so too. 'Fathered so many, as well...'

laughs. "I fathered many too... yet, I'm not guilty of this." he sighs, looking around. "Greece?"

almost drops a lamp at the sound of his name. 'Hmm?' he puts the lamp back and comes through to him.

smiles. "Coffee is ready." He announces, smirking a bit.

can't help but wonder at his facial expression, but then smiles back, 'Thank you, it's a delicious taste.'

nods. "Found anything?"

glances back to the other room. 'You have very interesting belongings. Tha lamp in particular..' he trails off, then realizes he is talking_

about a lamp, and turns back, grinning. 'You collect?'

blinks. "I like lamps." he answers defensively. "And.. thanks, if that was a compliment." he shrugs.

nods. It was. 'I collect Greek finds. I find something every other day, but everyone else thinks it's bits of muddy clay.'

winces. "Ouch..." he smiles. "Ah, the Lusitani.. I don't think there's much more to learn about them, or the moors... No idea if there's_

more relics to find..."

'There's *always* more to find, Gabriel. My mother taught me that.' He drinks down his coffee. 'When you give up, you give someone else the_

chance to find them and take credit for it.'

nods after a while. "Yes..." he sighs, taking a seat. "I... I'll keep searching, if this makes you happier." he laughs a bit. "But.._

seriously, most things were destroyed on that earthquake in Lisbon..." he gulps, shoving the memories away.

pauses, finishing his second cup. He can tell this is a tender subject. 'Well...I would certainly be happy if you didn't give up. I don't_

think it suits your nature at all.' He offers him a smile.

smirks. "The lion of the seas." he remembers his old nickname, back when the days he could call the seas 'his'. "Doesn't suit me, you're_

right."