Ugh, fine. Here we.... We still live in the same apartment as before.
((this is so strange, he thinks. He lived here before? Well, it seemed somewhat obvious. All those pictures. So he beckons Italy down the hall, and back into their home.))
;u; --adslfkja lmao i-im happy here okay w;a;wbrotundbierNovember 21 2011, 06:52:29 UTC
Is that so...
((he was relatively confused. He didn't really get why he remembered all this. Italy hadn't been here all this time! He's never seen him here, honestly. He opens the door, glancing at Italy nervously. This was strange. Yesterday he hated this nation... and yet... Germany's cheeks redden.))
okay ;u; I'M GLAD TO BRING YOU JOYitalianshadowNovember 21 2011, 07:01:34 UTC
Mhmm! I know Germany told me not to go outside on my own but I knew I could handle it and Germany seemed busy and... I don't really remember what I even left for! But I guess I got lost and now I found you again!
[he reaches over, intertwining his hand into Germany's. They're alone; he remembers their promise.]
;u; you always do bbbrotundbierNovember 21 2011, 07:40:07 UTC
Ah... good. That's fine. It's nice that you're back.
((Door opens. The old damage that Teuton did is there, still, covered with the boards he put on months and months ago. He half leads Italy in, letting go as he searches the cabinets))
I think we still have pasta here from before... ((and sure enough?! They do! He takes it out, handing it to Italy.
The apartment seems different now, too. Things have been rearranged, yet still the same, as if Germany picked up after whoever left off. Himself, of course. He leans his rear against the counter and watches italy, arms crossed, and generally grumpy.))
[busting him back out just for this shh. but he'll be rounding a corner looking totally fine.]
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ITALY?!
((AND THEN. SUDDENLY. HE REMEMBERS THINGS HE NEVER KNEW BEFORE. See every post ever on this account. THIS IS FOURTH WALL OH MY GOD PLUSHY AAAHHHH))
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Mhmm! I'm... well, I came back! I was trying to find Germany for a while now!
[HI BABBU .D.]
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Hold on, I've a migraine now. ((he rubs his head lightly.)) Wie koemisch...
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Ugh, fine. Here we.... We still live in the same apartment as before.
((this is so strange, he thinks. He lived here before? Well, it seemed somewhat obvious. All those pictures. So he beckons Italy down the hall, and back into their home.))
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[He bounces along just one step behind; to him it's been no time, he was here and then not and then back.]
I hope Germany wasn't that worried about me... I just went out to pick something up, I didn't mean for it to scare Germany!
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((he was relatively confused. He didn't really get why he remembered all this. Italy hadn't been here all this time! He's never seen him here, honestly. He opens the door, glancing at Italy nervously. This was strange. Yesterday he hated this nation... and yet... Germany's cheeks redden.))
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[he reaches over, intertwining his hand into Germany's. They're alone; he remembers their promise.]
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((Door opens. The old damage that Teuton did is there, still, covered with the boards he put on months and months ago. He half leads Italy in, letting go as he searches the cabinets))
I think we still have pasta here from before... ((and sure enough?! They do! He takes it out, handing it to Italy.
The apartment seems different now, too. Things have been rearranged, yet still the same, as if Germany picked up after whoever left off. Himself, of course. He leans his rear against the counter and watches italy, arms crossed, and generally grumpy.))
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