Obeying Orders 7/?
anonymous
June 6 2009, 20:23:26 UTC
Italy finally began to calm down from his bed jumping, in his excitement though; he had destroyed the pristine image Germany had always strived to give her belongings. He cheerfully sat down in the middle of the mess he had created with the blankets crumpled all around him, and comfortably setting the pillow on his back in order to avoid the metallic frame that stood out from the mattress. Aloïsia did her best to bite back her frustration from watching the chaos in motion, and could not help the pain of watching a pillow bounce off to the floor and the Italian relax in her bed with his dirty boots on her white bed sheets.
Germany sighed in hopes of distracting herself from the building horror her compulsive behavior sometimes gave her. She slowly walked towards her bed and watched the way Italy looked around in her bed, as if it was the first time he had been on it; he was excited and amazed, ogling at her room, taking time to absorb every corner and detail her room had to offer. Aloïsia felt slightly embarrassed at the way the Italian kept looking at her room, she knew it was no comparison to his quarters, she imagined it was situated in a way the sun lit bright the yellow or golden walls, filled with statues and paintings from his famous artists, a large bed with linen sheets; there was also bound to be a table with food, like a bowl of fruit, or pasta, the accommodations fit for ancient roman emperors. Nothing like her dark, simple room, wall decorations consisted mainly of current military paraphernalia, courtesy of the authorities, a plain white bed with metal frame and small tables filled with papers that needed to be looked into.
She sat down on the side of her bed, Feliciano was an arm reach away from her. She did her best to suppress heat that threatened to intensify at her face, as the realization dawned at her.
“Feliciano, you did come here during the week, with your boss, right?” Aloïsia asked as she looked back, making sure the door had been locked properly.
Italy had come some days ago, his boss had said it was an important matter; so he was dragged along to what he knew would be a long boring reunion, with no breaks, food or fun. But he reluctantly followed, in hopes to be with Germany, who would be his source of entertainment for the while. And as he arrived and realized that she was not going to be present, he pleaded his boss to let him stay at the lobby and sleep his much needed nap. His boss took some times thinking of the request, since the country’s presence was asked in this specific reunion, yet he knew that he would end up asleep anyway in the room and pay no attention whatsoever to the discussions, causing embarrassment to him. He agreed, and let the country wander off to his sleep. Italy remembered being waken up and dragged to an automobile back home, his boss might have told him about the meeting, but he was to lethargic to understand what he was talking about; so he just nodded at times which seemed appropriate to him.
“Uh huh” He barely replied, lost in his thoughts; wondering where it would be most favorable to place a food table in Germany’s room, it took quite some time to analyze the factors in her room, there were already tables, but none served an important purpose for him, the food had to be placed within a good reach from anywhere in the room and it had to give a good view once the onlooker arrived to eat.
‘Perfect.’ She apologetically thought. He was informed then, but Aloïsia was still surprised to find the Italian so calm and distracted at their present state. She had never seen him react that way, yet, she had never been placed in such position either; his calm reaction did bother her, since it was what she had always told him to do in battle, and in the one situation she could not control completely her emotions, the Italian had decided to put in practice his education.
Germany sighed in hopes of distracting herself from the building horror her compulsive behavior sometimes gave her. She slowly walked towards her bed and watched the way Italy looked around in her bed, as if it was the first time he had been on it; he was excited and amazed, ogling at her room, taking time to absorb every corner and detail her room had to offer. Aloïsia felt slightly embarrassed at the way the Italian kept looking at her room, she knew it was no comparison to his quarters, she imagined it was situated in a way the sun lit bright the yellow or golden walls, filled with statues and paintings from his famous artists, a large bed with linen sheets; there was also bound to be a table with food, like a bowl of fruit, or pasta, the accommodations fit for ancient roman emperors. Nothing like her dark, simple room, wall decorations consisted mainly of current military paraphernalia, courtesy of the authorities, a plain white bed with metal frame and small tables filled with papers that needed to be looked into.
She sat down on the side of her bed, Feliciano was an arm reach away from her. She did her best to suppress heat that threatened to intensify at her face, as the realization dawned at her.
“Feliciano, you did come here during the week, with your boss, right?” Aloïsia asked as she looked back, making sure the door had been locked properly.
Italy had come some days ago, his boss had said it was an important matter; so he was dragged along to what he knew would be a long boring reunion, with no breaks, food or fun. But he reluctantly followed, in hopes to be with Germany, who would be his source of entertainment for the while. And as he arrived and realized that she was not going to be present, he pleaded his boss to let him stay at the lobby and sleep his much needed nap. His boss took some times thinking of the request, since the country’s presence was asked in this specific reunion, yet he knew that he would end up asleep anyway in the room and pay no attention whatsoever to the discussions, causing embarrassment to him. He agreed, and let the country wander off to his sleep. Italy remembered being waken up and dragged to an automobile back home, his boss might have told him about the meeting, but he was to lethargic to understand what he was talking about; so he just nodded at times which seemed appropriate to him.
“Uh huh” He barely replied, lost in his thoughts; wondering where it would be most favorable to place a food table in Germany’s room, it took quite some time to analyze the factors in her room, there were already tables, but none served an important purpose for him, the food had to be placed within a good reach from anywhere in the room and it had to give a good view once the onlooker arrived to eat.
‘Perfect.’ She apologetically thought. He was informed then, but Aloïsia was still surprised to find the Italian so calm and distracted at their present state. She had never seen him react that way, yet, she had never been placed in such position either; his calm reaction did bother her, since it was what she had always told him to do in battle, and in the one situation she could not control completely her emotions, the Italian had decided to put in practice his education.
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