[There is a Spain standing in one of the kitchens, washing up plates from the dinner he'd just had in his home world, seeming just as oblivious as anyone else (especially Spain) who'd been brought without them knowing it.]
[He sets the current dish in the rack and reaches for the next, humming
a certain song that had been playing on his kitchen
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Haven't heard that in ages.
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Hey... You always just show up huh? There's some left overs if you want 'em.
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Surprise?
[Then he pushes off, and peers around for the left overs]
What did you make?
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[Of course. Such a nice dish meant for a big family on a big dining room table. He only ate off of one plate and yet he's set about six in the rack to dry. Perhaps he's a bit sentimental.]
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Hey. Make me dinner.
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Sure sure... Just cleaned up mine, so I'll heat the rest back up.
[It isn't a question, he goes to do so, beginning to hum again.]
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What're you humming for?
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[He hates the silence.]
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Would you like a hand?
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[He just smiles and hands him a dish to dry.]
That'd be so nice of you~!
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[Returns the smile and enters the kitchen]
You're always welcome~ So! What can I do?
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[He begins humming again, the same slow tune, reverently as he looks up out of his kitchen window... the scenery outside looks different, his curtains have changed. Oh, he's going mad, finally.]
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[He's always happy to see either of his boys. His, yes, even if Austria took you away for so long Italy. He will hug you back and nuzzle you a bit, smiling happy.]
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[He pets his hair after drying his hands a bit.]
Just usual things, you know. Gardening, work.... [So much work. Work for Germany, work for his bosses, work for everyone...]
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[He won't notice, continuing to hum and wash his dishes.]
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[He blinks, tilting his head. What's a little blond child doing in his kitchen?]
¿Hola?
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