How long have we been here?
Who: North Italy and Germany
Where: Not far outside of Cherrygrove
When: Backdated to shortly after the 4th wall event's end
Summary: Germany and Italy wake up near each other. Problem is, they're pretty sure that they weren't anywhere near each other when they went to sleep.
Rating: PG
Log:
[It was warm. Well, not entirely, there was still a bite of chill to the air, but Italy was warm and to him that was what mattered. He turned over towards the source of the warmth, snuggling his face into something that felt sort of solid but a little squishy. Consciousness returned to him momentarily as he evaluated this.
He hadn't brought a pillow. He had meant to pick one up before he left home but they pretty much all but kicked him out of the house and into the forest. So why was there something squishy-firm there? Something squishy-firm that smelled like wurst and... He cracked an eye open and looked up to see that it was Germany, though most of what he could see was his arm. It didn't matter to him, though, this was much like how he had come here, and it wasn't too much for him to hope that this was how he was going to go home too. Still, even if this didn't do the trick, it was just nice to be near someone warm, something comfortable, one of the comforts of home as it were.
He decided to let things fall as they would, and went back to sleep.]
(Edit: I've noticed there isn't a tag for Germany, so I couldn't tag him. :C )
Where: Not far outside of Cherrygrove
When: Backdated to shortly after the 4th wall event's end
Summary: Germany and Italy wake up near each other. Problem is, they're pretty sure that they weren't anywhere near each other when they went to sleep.
Rating: PG
Log:
[It was warm. Well, not entirely, there was still a bite of chill to the air, but Italy was warm and to him that was what mattered. He turned over towards the source of the warmth, snuggling his face into something that felt sort of solid but a little squishy. Consciousness returned to him momentarily as he evaluated this.
He hadn't brought a pillow. He had meant to pick one up before he left home but they pretty much all but kicked him out of the house and into the forest. So why was there something squishy-firm there? Something squishy-firm that smelled like wurst and... He cracked an eye open and looked up to see that it was Germany, though most of what he could see was his arm. It didn't matter to him, though, this was much like how he had come here, and it wasn't too much for him to hope that this was how he was going to go home too. Still, even if this didn't do the trick, it was just nice to be near someone warm, something comfortable, one of the comforts of home as it were.
He decided to let things fall as they would, and went back to sleep.]
(Edit: I've noticed there isn't a tag for Germany, so I couldn't tag him. :C )