lovelorn and left behind
Antonio's lips escaped a quiet sigh and he took another swing from the wine bottle he had found in one of the weird kitchens this place had. He had been at the headquarter now for two months and by now he was used to all the odd rooms and people one could meet around here, the Spaniard even understood how to cook for himself even through all the machines and technology were unknown to him...
Yet everything his mind could think of was Roderich. His husband had arrived at the headquarter shortly after he had and the passionate nation had been happy to have his love around, since the Austrian had seemed more relaxed to him... until he had vanished.
The Spaniard took another large swing from the bottle. At least the wine was good and smooth around his tongue, making his head feeling a bit lighter with every sip.
Antonio had looked for Roderich almost everywhere around the place, without finding any hints of his husband's whereabouts. Maybe the proud aristocrat had found the exit of this weird building, leaving Antonio behind. The Spaniard furrowed his brows slightly. Had he been that annoying that the Austrian would just leave him behind? Seemingly.
There was another sigh from the Spaniards lips and he emptied the wine bottle with another swing. Luckily he had found an large amount of this delicious wine, so he could open another bottle of wine right ahead.
[[OoC: Have a heartbroken and drunken Conquistador? Join him? Mock him? Comfort him? He'll be glad for any company~]]
Yet everything his mind could think of was Roderich. His husband had arrived at the headquarter shortly after he had and the passionate nation had been happy to have his love around, since the Austrian had seemed more relaxed to him... until he had vanished.
The Spaniard took another large swing from the bottle. At least the wine was good and smooth around his tongue, making his head feeling a bit lighter with every sip.
Antonio had looked for Roderich almost everywhere around the place, without finding any hints of his husband's whereabouts. Maybe the proud aristocrat had found the exit of this weird building, leaving Antonio behind. The Spaniard furrowed his brows slightly. Had he been that annoying that the Austrian would just leave him behind? Seemingly.
There was another sigh from the Spaniards lips and he emptied the wine bottle with another swing. Luckily he had found an large amount of this delicious wine, so he could open another bottle of wine right ahead.
[[OoC: Have a heartbroken and drunken Conquistador? Join him? Mock him? Comfort him? He'll be glad for any company~]]