29 [backdated to the morning after the event]
[The device clicks on, as they usually tend to do. This one's on what appears to be a bed side table, and for a while.. shows nothing overly interesting. Someone sleeping. Or.. in fact... two people sleeping. The darkness kind of makes it hard but there's definitely movement under those blankets, caused by two blonds.
There's mumbling from one, he shifts a bit, and is that... Nantucket?]
[The other blond seems to be underneath Nantucket, or at least, the owner of Nantucket's head seems to be on the other blonde's chest. The shifting seems to catch that one's attention, and while it is morning and that means the massive amounts of hair gel have not yet been applied, it is Germany.
At first, as if almost by pure reaction, he reaches over to put a hand on America's. But then he opens his eyes a little, waiting for a moment to get them adjusted to his surroundings. ]
[America, if it is truly America, is not waking up. That is because it is early, and even if it is into the PM hours, America hates waking up. This comes with being fat a lazy, young 'teenaged' nation. He barely reacts to Germany waking up, and continues to crush the younger nation with his girth snore quietly on top of him.]
[For Germany, however, being up this early is actually late, well, later than he usually wakes up. Being a nation concerned with discipline and all. Anyway he always goes running in the mornings which means getting up early and as he is starting to slowly realize, this is not early.
He moves his hand away from America's head, and then it occurs to him that it is America sleeping on him - right there. His first instinct is to get quickly, but he stops himself before he does. America is sleeping afterall, and he might as well just...keep him there.
Better yet was to figure out what the two nations were doing in bed shirtless. He hadn't been so drunk he couldn't remember the night before in a long time (read: since the 1920s) but even then it wasn't like he...found himself in people's beds. Shirtless. He doesn't have a hangover, or anything.
Suddenly: the event.
Germany turns the color of a tomato.]
[America mumbles something about 'wanting to borrow Iggy's notes' in his sleep. He may or may not be dreaming that he's sleeping through a meeting somewhere. Who knows. Not that sleeping with another nation is a foreign concept in their world (hello, Hetalia, and it's breech of social normalcy) so yeah.
Only terrorist disasters or economic crisises can wake him up usually, so Germany's gonna have to move more than that before America wakes up.]
America...
[He touches America's shoulder gently, still unsure if he really wants to wake up the other nation or just leave him there. Germany seems to be deciding in the former, however, due to his own embarrassment and awkwardness of being in this situation.]
Nnnn..
[He almost whines. Yeah, he's that pathetic. Though the touching eventually does wonders to rouse him, and he eventually opens his eyes.]
Wha-
[...wait. There's a body under him, isn't there. That makes his mind awaken quicker than it usually would. No, he's pretty sure he didn't get drunk and end up with someone. And for some reason, his mind automatically goes to England, because they are sharing a room.
However, when he pushes himself up..]
Germany. [...okay. This is just... weird. Good thing its kind of dark in the room, otherwise his growing blush might be noticed.] ...the event's over now, huh.
[Just saying, America's blush has nothing on Germany's. And actually, the fact Germany moves away a little once America gets up is...probably not as subtle as intended, either.]
Yes. It is.
[....yeah okay, not that he doesn't want to get away from Germany, but subtlety kind of goes over his head anyway. He rubs at his eyes because he is tired, and...okay, maybe he should remove the sheets as he almost trips over them as he stands up. He is wearing pants at least.] Heh... umm.. great! So.. yeah.. I'm going to... go now.. back to my room. Now.
[Ah, at least he is wearing pants. That's a. a very good sign. yes.]
That sounds like a - a great plan. Not that you...not that I...
It's a good plan.
[Nervous, nasally giggling as America moves off screen.] Right! Of course it's a good plan! I'm the... eh hehe.... Um.. talk to... uhh.. yeah. [A few moments later there's the sound of a door shutting.]
((ahh so it's late because of like School etc. whoops. Red is Germany, America is blue.))
There's mumbling from one, he shifts a bit, and is that... Nantucket?]
[The other blond seems to be underneath Nantucket, or at least, the owner of Nantucket's head seems to be on the other blonde's chest. The shifting seems to catch that one's attention, and while it is morning and that means the massive amounts of hair gel have not yet been applied, it is Germany.
At first, as if almost by pure reaction, he reaches over to put a hand on America's. But then he opens his eyes a little, waiting for a moment to get them adjusted to his surroundings. ]
[America, if it is truly America, is not waking up. That is because it is early, and even if it is into the PM hours, America hates waking up. This comes with being fat a lazy, young 'teenaged' nation. He barely reacts to Germany waking up, and continues to crush the younger nation with his girth snore quietly on top of him.]
[For Germany, however, being up this early is actually late, well, later than he usually wakes up. Being a nation concerned with discipline and all. Anyway he always goes running in the mornings which means getting up early and as he is starting to slowly realize, this is not early.
He moves his hand away from America's head, and then it occurs to him that it is America sleeping on him - right there. His first instinct is to get quickly, but he stops himself before he does. America is sleeping afterall, and he might as well just...keep him there.
Better yet was to figure out what the two nations were doing in bed shirtless. He hadn't been so drunk he couldn't remember the night before in a long time (read: since the 1920s) but even then it wasn't like he...found himself in people's beds. Shirtless. He doesn't have a hangover, or anything.
Suddenly: the event.
Germany turns the color of a tomato.]
[America mumbles something about 'wanting to borrow Iggy's notes' in his sleep. He may or may not be dreaming that he's sleeping through a meeting somewhere. Who knows. Not that sleeping with another nation is a foreign concept in their world (hello, Hetalia, and it's breech of social normalcy) so yeah.
Only terrorist disasters or economic crisises can wake him up usually, so Germany's gonna have to move more than that before America wakes up.]
America...
[He touches America's shoulder gently, still unsure if he really wants to wake up the other nation or just leave him there. Germany seems to be deciding in the former, however, due to his own embarrassment and awkwardness of being in this situation.]
Nnnn..
[He almost whines. Yeah, he's that pathetic. Though the touching eventually does wonders to rouse him, and he eventually opens his eyes.]
Wha-
[...wait. There's a body under him, isn't there. That makes his mind awaken quicker than it usually would. No, he's pretty sure he didn't get drunk and end up with someone. And for some reason, his mind automatically goes to England, because they are sharing a room.
However, when he pushes himself up..]
Germany. [...okay. This is just... weird. Good thing its kind of dark in the room, otherwise his growing blush might be noticed.] ...the event's over now, huh.
[Just saying, America's blush has nothing on Germany's. And actually, the fact Germany moves away a little once America gets up is...probably not as subtle as intended, either.]
Yes. It is.
[....yeah okay, not that he doesn't want to get away from Germany, but subtlety kind of goes over his head anyway. He rubs at his eyes because he is tired, and...okay, maybe he should remove the sheets as he almost trips over them as he stands up. He is wearing pants at least.] Heh... umm.. great! So.. yeah.. I'm going to... go now.. back to my room. Now.
[Ah, at least he is wearing pants. That's a. a very good sign. yes.]
That sounds like a - a great plan. Not that you...not that I...
It's a good plan.
[Nervous, nasally giggling as America moves off screen.] Right! Of course it's a good plan! I'm the... eh hehe.... Um.. talk to... uhh.. yeah. [A few moments later there's the sound of a door shutting.]
((ahh so it's late because of like School etc. whoops. Red is Germany, America is blue.))