[Ludwig, for that's who this is despite his looks, has just arrived and is very confused. He's still not quite used to his new stature and stumbles a bit as he walks down the halls.]

Verdammt...Where the hell is this? Being this small is bad enough without being somewhere strange....England, what did you do now??

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Even if now he's almost obsessed with training and become stronger to protect himself and Italy when he'll go back home, sometimes he just preferes to spend a day relaxing in the library with a cold beer and a good book... but since he realized  he always ended up reading books about French history oh, he hates him so much! he ended up deciding to ( Read more... )

It was the middle of the day when the Empire finaly got the the house. For some reason, it was strange to him to be having this meeting when it is still bright out... And now that he looked around and thought about it.. Where where the other horses?... Either way, this was deffinatly the place. Or at least thats what the paper in his hand said. He ( Read more... )

If you enter in the room you'll notice it's a Gym, a very big one, and a young man is training. Not, it's not Germany even if he looks like him, he's still Holy Roman Empire who's hitting a wood mannequin with a wooden sword. A Mannequin with a piture of Francis glued on it.
He has been around in the HQ for a very long while and he already knows ( Read more... )

[The Holy Roman Empire is laying down, completely lifeless, when all of a sudden he opens his eyes and gasps. He sits bolt upright and breathes heavily for a moment, trying to figure out what happened. The last thing he remembers he was in France's house... and France kept calling him Rhin... yes, he was Rhin, yes, France would take good care ( Read more... )

An older, teenage-looking HRE is nervously, but efficiently, making his way through a hallway in HQ, opening doors, looking for someone who can tell him where he is. He's dripping wet, with a little snow melting atop his hat, and his teeth are chattering, even though he's trying not to shiver.

Um. Hello? Austria? Preußen?

Is anyone here?

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-Trying to look as dignified as possible. Not working.-

I-Italy!

I've been practicing my drawing, so... so...

( Here you go...! )

[ ooc: Mun did not die. No sirreee. Mun has been busy. And secluded. But did not die. Here, have your HRE again. ]

[ Roma idly stands by the kitchen door, an uncleanly wrapped present attempting to be hidden behidn him. He seems to be looked for someone.. ]

Sooner or later, she has to get food...

[The boy had been watching Ita run and chase after butterflies - and as soon as he had blinked, the other was gone. Quick to his feet, the child rushed to find his beloved damsel -

and ended up crashing into a door.

With a groan, he sits up, holding his head, hat fallen off at the collision. He stares at the doors, for a moment - then picks up his ( Read more... )