"Not like I have much else to do..." he mumbles, though it's not as grumpy as the phrasing would imply. He tries to bow, but at twenty weeks his stomach is definitely in the way of it being a properly deep one. "Thanks for the invite. Are there those really cute little tiny cakes, whaddya call 'em, petty fors?" He refers, of course, to petit-fours, but he doesn't care to pronounce the French properly. Somewhere. Somewhere a France is instinctively twitching in horror.
And in she goes for a hug and to fuss over him. Look at that belly, she wants to touch it... She can wait till he settles in first though.
"Heh. I wanted to have my favorite people here, and you're one of them," Lili says with a little blush as she pulls out a chair for him. "And yes. Chocolates too, and if you can stomach it, some sweets I learned to make from my time with Herr Österreich."
And some little sandwiches and crackers for the cheese too. Free ingredients tend to make her go overboard.
"Don't let Schweizy hear that." Gilbert laughs, ruffling her hair before he deliberately takes a different chair. Pregnant though he may be, he can get his own seat and doesn't need fussed over. Besides, he can just wave it off as thinking she was getting a chair for herself. "Of course I can! Just no tomatoes. He still doesn't seem to like those. Suuuucks 'cause I was gonna find a cute little Italy to cook for me."
She blushes a little at the hair ruffle. "He's the other favorite! And I don't think I have anything with tomato that you can't pick off."
Lili doesn't say anything about taking a different chair. He hopefully knows by now it's just her way to show she cares. "Hehe. You'll just have to settle for other sauces on your pasta. I'm sure Herr Italy knows how to make many tasty dishes."
He is English, or, at the very least, from the United Kingdom. Thus, when there is warm, properly brewed tea sitting out somewhere? He will find it, mark his words. Though he looks a bit embarrassed when he sees that his tea perception has led him to someone's party.
"Ah! I apologise, miss. I didn't mean to intrude."
"It's alright, Herr England. I've plenty." Did she make scones? Now she can't remember. Well, hopefully he'll enjoy the other cakes and candies she's gathered. "I always enjoy having tea with you."
"...I beg your pardon?" He's rather new to HQ, and thus hasn't gotten the whole 'most people here are countries' talk yet. "I don't think we've met..." And his name certainly isn't England. He blinks in confusion, but doesn't want to say such a thing aloud.
She tilts her head, blinking. "I...You aren't England? Just Mister Kirkland?"
And then she turns bright read and ducks her head. "I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have assumed so much. Please forgive me!"
She pulls out a chair for him, trying to find something to do. "I am the Principality of Liechtenstein. We are a little nation nestled between Switzerland and Austria. I get a lot of skiers and business men, so tourism is a lot of what makes my income."
Apparently, this is something she's had to practice often. North and South American countries often forget her, so she has to do this when her brother takes her to really big meetings.
Hee! It's fine, Herr Italy! I just enjoy looking pretty. [She pulls a chair out for him, trying her best to be a good hostess.] You always look handsome.
[And up into her arms he goes. She loves cute little things. Even ones who grow up to run through Switzerland's garden naked.] I made some tea and cakes for my party. Would you like some?
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"Heh. I wanted to have my favorite people here, and you're one of them," Lili says with a little blush as she pulls out a chair for him. "And yes. Chocolates too, and if you can stomach it, some sweets I learned to make from my time with Herr Österreich."
And some little sandwiches and crackers for the cheese too. Free ingredients tend to make her go overboard.
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Lili doesn't say anything about taking a different chair. He hopefully knows by now it's just her way to show she cares. "Hehe. You'll just have to settle for other sauces on your pasta. I'm sure Herr Italy knows how to make many tasty dishes."
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"Ah! I apologise, miss. I didn't mean to intrude."
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Have another curtsy.
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And then she turns bright read and ducks her head. "I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have assumed so much. Please forgive me!"
She pulls out a chair for him, trying to find something to do. "I am the Principality of Liechtenstein. We are a little nation nestled between Switzerland and Austria. I get a lot of skiers and business men, so tourism is a lot of what makes my income."
Apparently, this is something she's had to practice often. North and South American countries often forget her, so she has to do this when her brother takes her to really big meetings.
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Greetings, Herr Gilbert.
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Guten tag, fraulein Lichtenstein.
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