Obeying Orders 7/?
anonymous
June 6 2009, 20:23:26 UTC
Italy finally began to calm down from his bed jumping, in his excitement though; he had destroyed the pristine image Germany had always strived to give her belongings. He cheerfully sat down in the middle of the mess he had created with the blankets crumpled all around him, and comfortably setting the pillow on his back in order to avoid the metallic frame that stood out from the mattress. Aloïsia did her best to bite back her frustration from watching the chaos in motion, and could not help the pain of watching a pillow bounce off to the floor and the Italian relax in her bed with his dirty boots on her white bed sheets
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Obeying Orders 7.5/?
anonymous
June 6 2009, 20:26:00 UTC
Feliciano was now deciding what paintings he had could help this room seem more cheerful. It was daunting, without a doubt it would need to be repainted, maybe something classy and simple, like stripes. Her military things could be kept in her office, no need to stress oneself with such memory. He could bring her some grapes from his vineyards, but getting a crate past Lovi would be next to impossible. He knew that he would surely be kicked out if he suggested changing the bed, and he had learned to like the rough springs that were obvious to anyone who leaned on the mattress. After all, he had found a point of comfort, not entirely eager of the role, but what else could be done
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Obeying Orders 8/?
anonymous
June 9 2009, 03:17:02 UTC
Italy’s thought process could not keep up with the tab of events that were occurring in such an incredibly small amount of time. As he quietly sat in the closet, images and memories slowly came back to him. Like a film, first was Aloïsia’s room, boring and dry; next, she was sitting beside him yet far from reach. The next image was her face and body merely a grasp away from his; not even a grasp, Italy could have tried to shifted away from her, and he would have still somehow end up ‘too close to her
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Obeying Orders 8.3/?
anonymous
June 9 2009, 03:28:23 UTC
She would never admit to it, but Germany was panicking; she had finally given in to the fear she had managed to suppress all this time, yet pressure had not stopped her from performing quick and adrenaline-driven impulses. After dumping Feliciano in her closet she looked into her room like a thief trying to escape his pursuing captors in a dead-end alley, in hopes to find the answers of her next course of action
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Obeying Orders 8.6/?
anonymous
June 9 2009, 04:14:44 UTC
The three countries looked at each other, unsure of what to do next. Prussia would normally be asleep by the time he arrived home, but he still had enough energy to continue pestering those around him and a growing desire to drink more
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Poor Germany. Poor Italy, being stuffed into her closet...
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