[voice post, backdated by like 2 weeks idek]

[gluttonforpasta]

...Germany told me he loved me.

Germany told me he loved me.

[The sound that you are now hearing is the sound of an epically hyper Italian letting out a long, loud squeal of pure joy while he bounces around his house.]

Comments

[east_darkhorse]

About the damn time!

[gluttonforpasta]

Isn't it wonderful?

[east_darkhorse]

Ja.

Now I want details.

[gluttonforpasta]

Veh, well, Germany was feeling very sad because of the virus and I came over to help him feel better and we talked for a while and that's when he told me.

[east_darkhorse]

Sad why?

Well..when is the wedding?

[gluttonforpasta]

Because he thought that the virus had been real and he was losing all his memories, like he lost the ones of the Holy Roman Empire.

Wedding?

[east_darkhorse]

He's still worried about that?

Wedding.

[gluttonforpasta]

Veh, yeah, he is. He's worried he'll forget more things.

...I don't think we talked about a wedding at all...

[east_darkhorse]

He won't.

What are you waiting for then?

[gluttonforpasta]

That's what I hope.

But we haven't even gone on our official first date yet.

[east_darkhorse]

That was a special case.

Geez you two sure are slow!

[gluttonforpasta]

Veh, it better be. He was so upset about it.

Yeah, we kind of are...

[Failed lock]

[east_darkhorse]

Do you think that he's still angry at me because of that?

Do something about iiiiiiiiiiiit.

[Failed lock]

[gluttonforpasta]

I don't think so. He's never said anything about being upset with you.

I'm trying! I want to go out, but I think Germany is maybe a little nervous.