Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2015 17:59:27 GMT -5
Peter blinked for a moment when Arthur started scolding him for his original plan, that being laughing at his ridiculous older brother. He couldn't help it- when Arthur told him that it was 'highly inappropriate', he started laughing. It was just a quiet little giggle, but Peter really was a kid, and he was also a kid with an odd sense of humor. He knew perfectly well that his brother wouldn't approve. That was half the fun, don't you get it? Plus, it wasn't like Arthur really had any control over Peter's life. He had some, but not too much, because Peter wouldn't let him control too much and that was that. He was his own person and Arthur was his older brother, not his Daddy.
And then Ivan set him off and the giggling child from before had a dark glare in his eyes for a moment instead. (Really, while Peter wasn't known for being good at keeping quiet, it is true that he wasn't known for getting actually angry easily. Arthur, at least, might be able to note that he was out of character, for a moment there. Maybe on a different day, under different circumstances, Peter wouldn't have gotten quite so worked up. But there had been a meeting before that moment, and the meeting had been dark and oppressive instead of silly or hopeful.)
It took a few seconds, but it then hit Peter that he had completely and utterly overreacted and god he hoped Russia had passed out before he'd heard Peter's piece because that had been a moment too long and a moment to cold on Peter's part to be something he was really supposed to be saying. His expression lowered from the moment of cold fury to a very, very guilty one. He still wanted to leave. He wouldn't normally act like this. He felt almost embarrassed, like he'd thrown his insecurities at everyone quite suddenly to use however they'd please (though it would probably take a very specific person to figure out exactly why Peter had gotten so upset).
Arthur agreed. He gave back Peter's camera, told Peter that he wanted to escort him. Peter didn't want to be escorted but didn't want someone to take his camera again, so he just hugged it to his chest and resisted his urge to simply go ahead and bolt. He knew a way out of this bar and back to the hotel probably way faster than Arthur could take, even if it did go through some dodgy places. It was how Peter had gotten so good at sneaking in and out. Besides, Peter was made of metal (but still a person, not a thing) and could take care of himself perfectly well. He wanted to leave immediately... he could probably sneak out now...
Arthur, though, was going to get a cab for Russia, who had completely passed out at this point, which was nice of him, Peter thought. Nicer than Peter expected him to be, at least, especially towards Russia of all people and especially in the current political atmosphere. Peter approved, even if he had just gotten rather angry at Russia. He slid slightly behind Arthur, still feeling painfully guilty for snapping. He looked at Miss Vietnam, who, unlike Russia, was not passed out, and could take his message.
"Sorry," he said, somewhat quietly, "for blowing up like that." He wasn't sure if anyone heard him, but he wanted to say it anyway. He felt bad. He didn't like shouting, and he was fairly certain that he must be both rather stressed and rather tired if he did. (Some tiny part of him blamed Arthur. If he hadn't suddenly come in, Peter probably wouldn't have started to get so wound up. Another part of him informed that part, though, that he was being exceptionally silly.)
He looked back at Arthur. He was probably still coordinating a cab for Russia. Peter knew where he was going, Therefore... he slowly, very slowly, began to walk away, heading towards the door. He gave the bartender (who looked resigned, as he always was when a World Conference was held in Rome, to this sort of nonsense) a somewhat apologetic wave before trying to sneak out the door without anyone noticing. He'd go back to Daddy and Mama's hotel room. Yeah. Seemed like a plan... Just a few more steps, Arthur probably wouldn't notice...
And then Ivan set him off and the giggling child from before had a dark glare in his eyes for a moment instead. (Really, while Peter wasn't known for being good at keeping quiet, it is true that he wasn't known for getting actually angry easily. Arthur, at least, might be able to note that he was out of character, for a moment there. Maybe on a different day, under different circumstances, Peter wouldn't have gotten quite so worked up. But there had been a meeting before that moment, and the meeting had been dark and oppressive instead of silly or hopeful.)
It took a few seconds, but it then hit Peter that he had completely and utterly overreacted and god he hoped Russia had passed out before he'd heard Peter's piece because that had been a moment too long and a moment to cold on Peter's part to be something he was really supposed to be saying. His expression lowered from the moment of cold fury to a very, very guilty one. He still wanted to leave. He wouldn't normally act like this. He felt almost embarrassed, like he'd thrown his insecurities at everyone quite suddenly to use however they'd please (though it would probably take a very specific person to figure out exactly why Peter had gotten so upset).
Arthur agreed. He gave back Peter's camera, told Peter that he wanted to escort him. Peter didn't want to be escorted but didn't want someone to take his camera again, so he just hugged it to his chest and resisted his urge to simply go ahead and bolt. He knew a way out of this bar and back to the hotel probably way faster than Arthur could take, even if it did go through some dodgy places. It was how Peter had gotten so good at sneaking in and out. Besides, Peter was made of metal (but still a person, not a thing) and could take care of himself perfectly well. He wanted to leave immediately... he could probably sneak out now...
Arthur, though, was going to get a cab for Russia, who had completely passed out at this point, which was nice of him, Peter thought. Nicer than Peter expected him to be, at least, especially towards Russia of all people and especially in the current political atmosphere. Peter approved, even if he had just gotten rather angry at Russia. He slid slightly behind Arthur, still feeling painfully guilty for snapping. He looked at Miss Vietnam, who, unlike Russia, was not passed out, and could take his message.
"Sorry," he said, somewhat quietly, "for blowing up like that." He wasn't sure if anyone heard him, but he wanted to say it anyway. He felt bad. He didn't like shouting, and he was fairly certain that he must be both rather stressed and rather tired if he did. (Some tiny part of him blamed Arthur. If he hadn't suddenly come in, Peter probably wouldn't have started to get so wound up. Another part of him informed that part, though, that he was being exceptionally silly.)
He looked back at Arthur. He was probably still coordinating a cab for Russia. Peter knew where he was going, Therefore... he slowly, very slowly, began to walk away, heading towards the door. He gave the bartender (who looked resigned, as he always was when a World Conference was held in Rome, to this sort of nonsense) a somewhat apologetic wave before trying to sneak out the door without anyone noticing. He'd go back to Daddy and Mama's hotel room. Yeah. Seemed like a plan... Just a few more steps, Arthur probably wouldn't notice...
