zwei befehl | action.

[cantgetlaidin]

[ACTION; around town.]

[Germany is returning home from work. Although he had only been there a few days after relenting to many persistent phone calls, the drones claiming that he'd worked there for years. Not that he minded the work, he was good with mechanics, but their insistence set Germany even more on edge than usual. He's still intent on

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[gezellighe]

[Someone else is on his way home, still dressed in his pharmacy coat.

He's riding a bike - the one Cain gave him. When he sees the other nation, he brakes and steps off onto the sidewalk.]

. . . Hoi.

[cantgetlaidin]

Hm? [He glances round. When he greets him it's with strained politeness;] Oh. Guten Tag.

[gezellighe]

Ja, hallo Duitsland.

Working?

always tl;dr

[filledechance]

[Aren't we all just lovely little worker ants? She was already dreading walking through the door; her drone husband lamenting that as a wife Cosette should have had dinner done twenty minutes ago. But it's okay sweet pea! (Or whatever the drones say these days...) She was running late as it was, having had to hem a good deal of pants that had been dropped off.

Like Ludwig, she'd apparently worked there for years. While being '19'. Yep.

And she probably wouldn't have noticed him if she hadn't had to abruptly stop in time to not smack into a cheerful tot chasing his ball. When she sees him though he's looking a little more flustered than usual - most impressive. Calling out:] Allemagne? You... look horrid. [:T Sorry bro]

[cantgetlaidin]

[He looks around when he hears his name. He sighs irritably at her comment on his appearance. Really, what a rude way to greet someone.]

It's only a bit of oil.

[filledechance]

[Of course she hadn't meant it to be rude but he's not the only one harried by their predicament! Quickly throwing out an apology she approached the 'oiled' German. No use to throw questions over a street.]

I take it you just got done from a job you have ...er, had for years? [It'd been what she had been told at her's. Sewing since her dear mother had given her a needle and thread-- ugh.]

[kinships]

[He had been going around town looking for odd-jobs to earn enough money to buy himself a bike, when he almost bumped right into this dishevelled looking man.]

Ah! Sorry... are you alright?

[cantgetlaidin]

Yes. [He moves to step around the other man.] Just watch where you're going in future.

[kinships]

[Now that he gets a closer look, Cain can see that this man looks more than a little rough.]

Excuse me, but... are you sure you're okay?

[overindulging]

[Guess what your favorite nation ever is also heading towards your house!! Italy sees him and starts waving and calling his name.]

Germaaaaannnny!

[cantgetlaidin]

Italy. [Definitely doesn't sound as excitable as his ally, but that's nothing new.] Did you want something?

[change_seasons]

[He is out walking. He has his dog on a leash in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

Seeing the disheveled man, he waves.]

You look like paper after dog has way with it.

[cantgetlaidin]

[He narrows his eyes, his tone dry.] Thank you for informing me.

[change_seasons]

You should rest.

You are young, you should not look so tired.