This, however, usually meant that he was doomed to stand around looking awkward, waiting for people he knew to arrive. After placing a platter of Bratwurst with sauerkraut and mustard down on the table, he twiddled his thumbs, checked his watch a few times (just 16 or 17 times, that's all), and then finally ran out of patience.
He asked whoever was there, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Prussia was a freeloader -- though this was mostly due to the lack of money and his general tendency to simply show up. He was, however, actually on time (mostly to get out of the house and do something different). Once he arrived, he was quick to approach Germany as he caught sight of him.
"Yo, West!" he greeted, eying the dish on the table. "You brought that?"
"A-ah..." Germany muttered, feeling a conflicted sense of relief and apprehension seeing his older brother arrive. At least someone I know is here. I have so little friends. T_T
"Yes, it was the best I could do with the ingredients at the local supermarket. I would've preferred homemade wurst, but..."
Edward had arrived on time, though he had left a little earlier to allow for his general clumsyness of adjusting to his leg. He had arrived with some apple pie as his contribution to the food being brought, as he had stumbled to the park and put his plate of pie on the table before taking a seat. He was relieved that he could sit down at least, there was much less chance that he would fall over then. Even though it had been almost two weeks since his arrival, he was still slowly adjusting to his transformation of automail prosthetics to real, normal limbs with his left leg and right arm. He looked around to see if there was anyone he knew here yet, scratching the back of his head and slightly messing his long hair, tied back in a braid. He knew that this would probably take a while, and hoped that this Haruhi girl damned well appreciated his assisting with handing out all those invitations to this picnic thing.
"...Never been to a barbeque, all I know is that there is, or will be, food." was Ed's reply. He was generally hungry most of the time, but not to the same extent as his friend Ling. Probably because, if effect, Ed was 'eating for two' since he was 'connected' to his younger brother as it were.
He raised an eyebrow and blinked at the girl now standing/leaning over him. Jeez, did all females have no concept of personal space or something? "So, I'm guessing you must be Haruhi, the one that organized this..barbeque thing then?" he asked, tilting his head to one side with a slight pout of curiosity.
"Huh? Yeah I am! What happened, did you lose your memory? Or did Kyon never find you to help with invitations? I guess that's possible," Haruhi said, leaning back up as if she hadn't been talking to Ed all this time, and was mearly pondering aloud to herself, "He is pretty useless."
A blonde girl, perhaps ten years old, sat elegantly near the end of the card tables. Hidden under an umbrella despite (or more accurately, because of) the beautiful sunny weather, she looked almost gloomy despite her cheerful disposition.
In an uncharacteristic display of independence, Flandre had come alone. Perhaps Mayfield was starting to rub off on her. Idly snacking on the sweetest dish within arm's reach, she scanned the crowd, keeping her eyes open for her sister.
Germany recognized the girl; he had observed her walking down his street and coming in and out of a house on the same street he lived on.
There was something inexplicably intimidating about the aura she gave off, though, so he did his best to avoid eye contact. (Although he glanced over at her several times, wondering if she was going to do anything but hide from the sun.)
"Uh-- Er--" Germany stammered at first, not used to people coming to him for idle conversation; usually HE also gave off to intimidating an aura for people to approach. He cleared his throat and stood at attention as he answered the girl. "Yes. I am Germany, successor to the Holy Roman Empire. I also answer to the name 'Ludwig'."
Having been dragged into going by Yamamoto, Gokudera just hung out by a tree. He watched as everyone ate and had fun, acting as if this were their actual home. It probably was, given how easily they had adjusted. He on the other hand, kept one thing on his mind.
The Tenth wasn't around anywhere.
Finding this barbecue to be a bust, he just stood around protecting the tree, just waiting for something to happen or for the party to end.
"Come on, come on~!" Haruhi said, making the plate of apple pie float around in Gokudera's face, "If you're here, why not enjoy yourself a little, grumpy-face? Whoever made you come must've wanted you to have a good time. You look like you could use it. This apple pie is magical stuff, you know!"
T3 had been a little confused about this 'barbecue' that the human female had described. He was sure he had never seen one during his travels with Revan and the Jedi Exile. But they had not exactly been very orthodox owners--something that T3-M4 was quite grateful for.
He had obtained a bottle of automotive oil from the garage of his "family's" house, but he doubted that the humans would be able to make use of it. Still, there were other mechanicals that might enjoy it. It was too thick for T3's joints. He chimed, trying to attract the female human's attention. The park certainly was very--checkered.
Haruhi clapped her hands happily and knocked on T3's metallic head twice in greeting and appreciation. "Ha ha ha! Robo-kun made it, and brought the oil even!! That other robot I met is gonna be so happy his gears will pop out!!" she exclaimed.
Robo-kun... T3 decided that that was not an unacceptable nickname. Even if he was a droid, not a robot... it was certainly better than "trash compactor" or "the machine," as though he was some inanimate object.
He chimed curiously when Haruhi mentioned "that other robot." Quote was going to be at this barbecue as well? Did he ingest motor oil? He wrote on his notepad:
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This, however, usually meant that he was doomed to stand around looking awkward, waiting for people he knew to arrive. After placing a platter of Bratwurst with sauerkraut and mustard down on the table, he twiddled his thumbs, checked his watch a few times (just 16 or 17 times, that's all), and then finally ran out of patience.
He asked whoever was there, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
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"Yo, West!" he greeted, eying the dish on the table. "You brought that?"
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"Yes, it was the best I could do with the ingredients at the local supermarket. I would've preferred homemade wurst, but..."
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He straightened. If Germany had been at the local supermarket, he would have had to earn the money somewhere. "So this means you've gotten a job?"
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He knew that this would probably take a while, and hoped that this Haruhi girl damned well appreciated his assisting with handing out all those invitations to this picnic thing.
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He raised an eyebrow and blinked at the girl now standing/leaning over him. Jeez, did all females have no concept of personal space or something?
"So, I'm guessing you must be Haruhi, the one that organized this..barbeque thing then?" he asked, tilting his head to one side with a slight pout of curiosity.
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In an uncharacteristic display of independence, Flandre had come alone. Perhaps Mayfield was starting to rub off on her. Idly snacking on the sweetest dish within arm's reach, she scanned the crowd, keeping her eyes open for her sister.
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There was something inexplicably intimidating about the aura she gave off, though, so he did his best to avoid eye contact. (Although he glanced over at her several times, wondering if she was going to do anything but hide from the sun.)
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Well, it's not a party if you don't socialize. "You there, with the uniform," she called out. "Are you one of the nation people?"
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The Tenth wasn't around anywhere.
Finding this barbecue to be a bust, he just stood around protecting the tree, just waiting for something to happen or for the party to end.
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"So you did come," Haruhi proclaimed, prepared to take all the credit for his arrival, "I knew you weren't that much of a loser."
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"Tch, wasn't my decision." Gokudera muttered, putting his hands in his pockets.
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He had obtained a bottle of automotive oil from the garage of his "family's" house, but he doubted that the humans would be able to make use of it. Still, there were other mechanicals that might enjoy it. It was too thick for T3's joints. He chimed, trying to attract the female human's attention. The park certainly was very--checkered.
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He chimed curiously when Haruhi mentioned "that other robot." Quote was going to be at this barbecue as well? Did he ingest motor oil? He wrote on his notepad:
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