a meeting between nations
Who: Iceland (volcanisms) and France (paysdelamour)
When: December 7th, shortly after Iceland's first post.
Where: Newton's Hostel
What: France meets Iceland at the hostel and helps him get adjusted.
Warnings: Um, none that I can foresee. Unless France starts to get a little touchy-feely, if you know what I mean.
The tram wasn't nearly as fast as Iceland expected, and ugh, there was this distinctive squealing sound the wheels made that grated on his nerves and it was just really, really annoying.
So it made sense then, that Iceland was not in a very chipper mood when he finally arrived at the hostel. He had been kidnapped, striped naked (apparently) and covered in goo, only to wake up and discover that he somehow missed World War III. And he still had a cold, to top it all off. And then the tram wheels had to be all so irritating that he couldn't focus on anything else.
Yes, this surely was a great day.
Though he tried to forget that and calm down as he hesitantly opened the front door to the hostel. All he needed to do was explode at France for no reason and screw over their diplomatic relations.
Okay. Deep breath. Calm down. Accept this awful fate and step foot into the building.
And hopefully avoid being groped.
When: December 7th, shortly after Iceland's first post.
Where: Newton's Hostel
What: France meets Iceland at the hostel and helps him get adjusted.
Warnings: Um, none that I can foresee. Unless France starts to get a little touchy-feely, if you know what I mean.
The tram wasn't nearly as fast as Iceland expected, and ugh, there was this distinctive squealing sound the wheels made that grated on his nerves and it was just really, really annoying.
So it made sense then, that Iceland was not in a very chipper mood when he finally arrived at the hostel. He had been kidnapped, striped naked (apparently) and covered in goo, only to wake up and discover that he somehow missed World War III. And he still had a cold, to top it all off. And then the tram wheels had to be all so irritating that he couldn't focus on anything else.
Yes, this surely was a great day.
Though he tried to forget that and calm down as he hesitantly opened the front door to the hostel. All he needed to do was explode at France for no reason and screw over their diplomatic relations.
Okay. Deep breath. Calm down. Accept this awful fate and step foot into the building.
And hopefully avoid being groped.