Nun, armes Herz, vergiss der Qual!
Who: Italy/Feliciano (boilsomewater), Germany/Ludwig (wacht_am_rhein), and possibly the Awesome Nation of Prussia (hat_einen_vogel)
When: After the madness of Paranoia Week....
Where: Heading out to forage the mess hall (Cafeteria)
Summary: Three Nations walk into a bar... no wait...
Rating: PG for possible language
Warnings: Prussia cussing? Italia... being Italian? Germany... angsting? Who knows what can happen when old alliances are weirded out....
Italy had said he was hungry. Ludwig had long since learned that such a declaration needs must be answered as soon as possible, for the appetite contained in that petite form was far more than formidable. So he hurried to Italy's room, mercifully nearby, and knocked punctiliously at the door.
"Feliciano! Komm'st du mit mir-- We need to forage for some rations! Time to strengthen you up a bit, eh?"
Of course he conveniently did not mention a need to explain the whole "family" thing concerning little Edward, and the need to discuss Prussia's disturbing lack of knowledge. That could all come later....
[[ooc: translation: the subject and cut lines are from the poem "Fruehlingsglaube" by Ludwig Uhland; a loost translation of the title is "Faith in Spring", and the translation is: "Now, poor dear heart, forget the pain! Now everything, everything must change..." Also, Komm'st du mit mir=come with me]]
When: After the madness of Paranoia Week....
Where: Heading out to forage the mess hall (Cafeteria)
Summary: Three Nations walk into a bar... no wait...
Rating: PG for possible language
Warnings: Prussia cussing? Italia... being Italian? Germany... angsting? Who knows what can happen when old alliances are weirded out....
Italy had said he was hungry. Ludwig had long since learned that such a declaration needs must be answered as soon as possible, for the appetite contained in that petite form was far more than formidable. So he hurried to Italy's room, mercifully nearby, and knocked punctiliously at the door.
"Feliciano! Komm'st du mit mir-- We need to forage for some rations! Time to strengthen you up a bit, eh?"
Of course he conveniently did not mention a need to explain the whole "family" thing concerning little Edward, and the need to discuss Prussia's disturbing lack of knowledge. That could all come later....
[[ooc: translation: the subject and cut lines are from the poem "Fruehlingsglaube" by Ludwig Uhland; a loost translation of the title is "Faith in Spring", and the translation is: "Now, poor dear heart, forget the pain! Now everything, everything must change..." Also, Komm'st du mit mir=come with me]]