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[thebestandwurst]

Characters: Germany, Franziska von Karma
Location: Franziska's apartment (Casualty Communal8N)
Rating: Gen...?
Time: 10am
Description: Germany promised Franziska he would acquire leather for her at the butcher's. He delivers.

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[histrionicflair]

She was waiting for that knock. She wasn't fully convinced that Germany was who he claimed to be. She wasn't convinced at all. But Death City was a place where little gray people can't spell and ponies can talk. Normal logic does not apply here. And it was nice of him and Prussia to watch over their citizens, which she was - if she believed them.

(She didn't. If anyone asked, the whole concept of anthropomorphic countries was entirely foolish and only foolish fools would foolishly believe in their foolish existence.)

She opened the door after precisely three knocks and greeted Germany with a bow. "Good morning, Bundesrepublik Deutschland."

[thebestandwurst]

"Good morning," he said in German, automatically reverting to Deutsch when he knew the other person could understand it. He bowed back, but it was difficult given the cast his right arm was in. Germany picked up the large bag of leather on the floor at his feet instead.

"I have brought you your leather," Germany added, stating the obvious as always. "But I was uncertain which type you prefer, so I procured many types."

[histrionicflair]

Yes, she had boasted about being able to make a whip but it was mostly because she had confidence in wielding, maintaining and repairing hers. She never made one before but how hard could it be?

From the looks of it? The materials selection process was in itself hard. Germany had brought too many types of leather. She trusted him to know what type she needed, since he offered to make the whip himself, but no.

"You procured all of that from the butcher's?" she asked, also reverting to Deutsch since he was talking to her in that language.

[thebestandwurst]

"Yes, this morning. Most of them have been machine-dried, but there are still some that you will have to spread under the sun." Technically, she could make a whip out of any of these, but Germany did not know which she liked best and had admittedly been overexcited to purchase them for his citizen. "If none of these prove suitable, I shall look elsewhere."

[histrionicflair]

"No!" was her knee-jerk reaction. She realized this soon enough for her to follow up with "This will suffice." She wanted to complain about how she had no idea where she'd store all this leather but that would be rude. It's almost as rude as not saying thank you... which she has yet to do.

[thebestandwurst]

Germany wasn't prone to noticing outbursts like that unless they were of the exagerated version of his fellow nations, at any rate -- his own face remained fairly stoic, though with a hint of pleasure because citizen!

He nodded. "Of course." And then looked at her expectantly. The bag was heavy, after all. He would like to put it inside for her, despite his broken arm. Looking... looking...

[histrionicflair]

No, he was not going to step inside her room. He had a broken arm and she just got sick and her room, while it might be clean enough for a normal person's standards, wasn't clean enough for a von Karma's standards. So as much as she wanted him to carry the bag for her (it's a pretty heavy looking bag) she can't let him do it.

"You can leave that by the door. I'll bring it in."

[thebestandwurst]

Germany gave her a mostly impassive but mildly confused look. He hadn't expected her to refuse -- although in general, Germany did not expect many things from humans. He was not very good at predicting their motions. Was his citizen very particular about privacy?

"Nein, it is much too heavy, and it is impractical. Let me leave it in the kitchen, at least." Where Franziska could let it store.

[histrionicflair]

"Nein, I have two arms and you only have one. I should be able to do it myself."

She looks at the bag. That did look too heavy for her and if Gumshoe was here she was sure that she would order him to bring it in instead. Still, there were wads of tissue paper in her wastebasket. Tissue paper! That was a sure sign that she was sick and she wasn't going to let anyone see it.

[thebestandwurst]

Germany frowned, confused. "It is the least I can do for you," he said carefully, peering at his citizen's face.

"Are you perhaps hiding a naked Italian in your bedroom?" he finally asked, figuring that as a country, the question could not be that inappropriate for Franziska to denounce her citizenship of him. Germany was not one to judge facts.

[histrionicflair]

As if his peering at her face wasn't creepy enough. There was no possible way of being prepared for that question. She didn't even know where that question could have come from.

"No no no! There's no naked Italians in my bedroom? There are no naked people of any race or nationality in my bedroom at all?" Evidently more flustered than she would want to be, the words just kept on coming. "It's nothing that foolish. Why would you even think that? Do you keep naked Italians in your room yourself?"

[thebestandwurst]

"Italien in my world has the terrible tendency to sleep naked and insist on sleeping in my bed," he said, stoic, deadpan, about as blank as a face could be when talking about naked men in their bed.

"But if it is not that, then what is in your room that must be avoided?"

[histrionicflair]

It feels like pressing for a decent explanation would end up with her knowing more about things that she would rather not know. There are no further questions, your honor.

That question, on the other hand, can not be easily dismissed. It can't be answered easily either. "There's nothing to avoid. I'm not hiding anything or anyone suspicious in my room."

[thebestandwurst]

Very good, young von Karma. You learn quickly.

"Then perhaps your room is very messy and you do not wish for me to see it?" he ventured, making guesses based on a study of bachelors and bachelorettes living alone in Berlin, and the state of their apartments.