Obeying Orders 8.6/?
anonymous
June 9 2009, 04:14:44 UTC
The three countries looked at each other, unsure of what to do next. Prussia would normally be asleep by the time he arrived home, but he still had enough energy to continue pestering those around him and a growing desire to drink more.
“Oi!!”, he suddenly cried and stopped, everyone jolted out of the reverie of thoughts they had sunk into. “You don’t have beer, but you prepared food for someone else, that was not ME!?!”
The plates! She had completely forgotten about them, and she saw the instant effect it produced on the present couple. Both were confused about the remark, and when they looked back, they seemed to be wondering for a reason; which made Germany more nervous.
He staggered towards the group, struggling to point at his guilty sister. “That is not right. Not right!!” And continued to head towards her, with a more aggressive movement and tone.
“Too awesome to be ignored.” He mumbled, as he reached the group. “Bet it’s that Italian! No way you could have done some yummy smelly stuff…” He looked up at her with a sleepy yet psychotic face. Roderich and Elizaveta exchanged confused and preoccupied glances, while Aloïsia stood frozen while watching her drunken brother babble on.
“Bet it was good, he always cooks stuff like that. Pasta, pista, or pizza? Dunno, ‘twas strangely good.…”And stopped as quick as he began to talk. He looked down, apparently thinking in such intoxicated state; his face showed a sudden and surprising enlightenment, his mouth and eyes opened in excitement, and he looked at her with enthusiasm, then rage and again with hilarity, but it took him some seconds to finally speak to the expecting countries about his abrupt reaction.
“AHA!” Gilbert pointed strongly at her, “HAHAHAHA!!!” He cackled as he slowly bent down the floor, the strength of his laughter was too much for his exhausted body, and he moved to a fetal position to continue his laughter attack.
“NO… WAY” He managed to speak in between snorts. Aloïsia began feeling edgy about the reason for his laughter. She knew that Elizaveta nor Roderich would ever be informed of her boss’ decision, only Italy’s boss and the country involved; but Gilbert, being a supposed strange half of her, might have enough authority to be informed of the order. And she knew that he would definitely not approve, but the other possibility was also to make her a laughingstock for the rest of their days.
“Oi!!”, he suddenly cried and stopped, everyone jolted out of the reverie of thoughts they had sunk into. “You don’t have beer, but you prepared food for someone else, that was not ME!?!”
The plates! She had completely forgotten about them, and she saw the instant effect it produced on the present couple. Both were confused about the remark, and when they looked back, they seemed to be wondering for a reason; which made Germany more nervous.
He staggered towards the group, struggling to point at his guilty sister. “That is not right. Not right!!” And continued to head towards her, with a more aggressive movement and tone.
“Too awesome to be ignored.” He mumbled, as he reached the group. “Bet it’s that Italian! No way you could have done some yummy smelly stuff…” He looked up at her with a sleepy yet psychotic face. Roderich and Elizaveta exchanged confused and preoccupied glances, while Aloïsia stood frozen while watching her drunken brother babble on.
“Bet it was good, he always cooks stuff like that. Pasta, pista, or pizza? Dunno, ‘twas strangely good.…”And stopped as quick as he began to talk. He looked down, apparently thinking in such intoxicated state; his face showed a sudden and surprising enlightenment, his mouth and eyes opened in excitement, and he looked at her with enthusiasm, then rage and again with hilarity, but it took him some seconds to finally speak to the expecting countries about his abrupt reaction.
“AHA!” Gilbert pointed strongly at her, “HAHAHAHA!!!” He cackled as he slowly bent down the floor, the strength of his laughter was too much for his exhausted body, and he moved to a fetal position to continue his laughter attack.
“NO… WAY” He managed to speak in between snorts. Aloïsia began feeling edgy about the reason for his laughter. She knew that Elizaveta nor Roderich would ever be informed of her boss’ decision, only Italy’s boss and the country involved; but Gilbert, being a supposed strange half of her, might have enough authority to be informed of the order. And she knew that he would definitely not approve, but the other possibility was also to make her a laughingstock for the rest of their days.
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Poor Germany. Poor Italy, being stuffed into her closet...
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