England has no idea whether or not he's the Arthur being bellowed at by a distinctly Prussian-sounding voice, but considering that he hasn't seen his Gilbert in a few days, he thinks he'd better check. The door to the library just down the hall from where Gilbert is currently flinging open doors swings ajar, and Arthur pokes his head out to see what's going on. He's still wearing the Iron Cross he'd been given, and Igbird is nestled into his hair, so it's probably obvious that this is the England he wants.
"Gilbert? What's going on?"
He recognises Prussia immediately by his uniform and can't help a bit of a smile as he starts down the hall toward him.
He spins, studying this Arthur for a moment, before glaring. "You!" Oh, looks like today is his lucky day after all. His. Not Arthur's. Maybe the other man should have looked into leaving his bird elsewhere and hiding that medal, because Prussia storms over, grabs for his arm, and continues walking towards the library from whence the island came. "We need to talk."
Partially because he's not too sure of what happened the last time he saw this England. He vaguely recalls that they got onto some kind of lift, and then at some point they made it to the man's room and there must have been sex somewhere in there because his arse was deliciously sore... and that's about it.
At least he knows where his Iron Cross got to. "....The bird's a nice look for you."
He definitely doesn't like the glare Prussia is sending in his direction, nor the way he grabs England's arm and drags him back into the library. What the hell did he do to piss him off? Is this because he hadn't been able to find him until now? Arthur can only wonder at the reasons. "Hey!" Even though he's not exactly fighting him, he's not just going to go quietly. "Nice to see you, too, arsehole!"
It's a bit unfortunate that Arthur does happen to remember most of their conversation in the elevator, then, because this would be so much less awkward if neither of them knew what had gone on. He frowns, pulling his arm out of Gilbert's grasp once they're in the library to cross them over his chest and glare. "What's this about?"
Once the door is shut behind him, he leans on it, arms crossed, and frowns. "Just what the hell was in that booze? I'm still sick." There. Nice, neat, and to the point. It's really not Arthur he is mad at. It's just very difficult to be mad at long since pissed out alcohol.
He's mostly staring at his Iron Cross, since he's well aware the man wouldn't have just taken it. Which means he had to have given it to him. Though for the life of him he can't remember what would have prompted that. If it weren't for the fact that he well and truly loves alcohol, he'd swear he's never drinking again.
Nope, not an Arthur behind this door. Instead, Prussia gets an Antonio with a bowl of gazpacho and what looks like a pile of children's clothes, including a very familiar apron.
"Sorry. He's not here." He answers cheerfully enough, smile brightening as he greets his old friend. "Hello Gilbert! What do you need Arthur for?"
"Ahhh, damnit." He sighs and enters the room anyways. Even if it's not England, he could spend some time talking to Spain. A bit of sympathy would be nice, after all. Prussia settles on the floor next to the wall, watching Antonio curiously. "We were drinking the other night... um... about four or five days ago... and I still feel like crap."
"Really?" Spain chuckles as he sorts through the clothes. "What did you drink? It sounds awful."
He glances up at the question about the clothes. "Hm? Oh, I found some clothes for Romano and I'm also sorting out what he might not like and what he might." There are a couple of tshirts, shorts, a lot of them with tomato prints and designs on them for some reason.
"Let's see... whiskey, scotch... um... Apfelkorn... Bärenfang, Jägermeister... what else... oh! This Godawful 'rum' or grog or whatever the fuck the bastard called it."
He has to chuckle looking at all the tomato prints. That's cute. "Which Romano? I kinda imagine there are a few of them around here."
He spots Liechtenstein, and sighs. "Have you seen Arthur? I need to talk to him..." A slight frown crosses his features as he heads over to where the younger nation is.
She shakes her head, waving at the room she's in. Cute little English cottage style kitchen, apparently. "Not today. Have you tried looking in all the different kitchens and the libraries? He might be trying to cook again, or doing his needlepoint."
"If he's trying to cook I might be better off not finding him. Already feel sick." He enters the kitchen, sighing as he sits on one of the counters. Chairs? Those are things other people use.
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"Gilbert? What's going on?"
He recognises Prussia immediately by his uniform and can't help a bit of a smile as he starts down the hall toward him.
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Partially because he's not too sure of what happened the last time he saw this England. He vaguely recalls that they got onto some kind of lift, and then at some point they made it to the man's room and there must have been sex somewhere in there because his arse was deliciously sore... and that's about it.
At least he knows where his Iron Cross got to. "....The bird's a nice look for you."
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It's a bit unfortunate that Arthur does happen to remember most of their conversation in the elevator, then, because this would be so much less awkward if neither of them knew what had gone on. He frowns, pulling his arm out of Gilbert's grasp once they're in the library to cross them over his chest and glare. "What's this about?"
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He's mostly staring at his Iron Cross, since he's well aware the man wouldn't have just taken it. Which means he had to have given it to him. Though for the life of him he can't remember what would have prompted that. If it weren't for the fact that he well and truly loves alcohol, he'd swear he's never drinking again.
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Nope, not an Arthur behind this door. Instead, Prussia gets an Antonio with a bowl of gazpacho and what looks like a pile of children's clothes, including a very familiar apron.
"Sorry. He's not here." He answers cheerfully enough, smile brightening as he greets his old friend. "Hello Gilbert! What do you need Arthur for?"
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"What're you doing?"
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He glances up at the question about the clothes. "Hm? Oh, I found some clothes for Romano and I'm also sorting out what he might not like and what he might." There are a couple of tshirts, shorts, a lot of them with tomato prints and designs on them for some reason.
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He has to chuckle looking at all the tomato prints. That's cute. "Which Romano? I kinda imagine there are a few of them around here."
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