Jul 12, 2011 00:46
It's nearing noon, the sun is brightest then. Germany finds precaution in the cool shade of the trees. Specks of gold sunlight tinted with green filters through but judging from their position, the sun would lightly hit the densest part of the tree in approximately an hour and that should provide all the protection. It's a habit; even though he knows that both Italy and his own skin will turn tan without much of a problem, he always looks for shade. Useless precautions.
He carries the well packaged and stacked circular containers of food to their spot, ever careful to keep an eye on a slower Italy. His dogs are quick to sniff out the area before the tree and scout for their favorite spots and likewise, Germany doesn't stop until he's placed the blanket down and the food on top of it. He puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head slightly at Italy.
"You haven't been keeping up with exercises, have you?"