The problem with being a supersoldier was not, as one would expect, that you were constantly being asked to face challenges and prove yourself.
No, the problem with being a supersoldier was that life tended to get boring fast. Especially if, like Liquid, one was prone to removing yourself from everything that ordinary people considered entertaining. He didn't drink - any more, at least, hadn't since he'd been eighteen and god, hadn't that been a time he didn't want to repeat? - didn't smoke, didn't eat junk food, play video games or really know how to use a computer beyond emails. He didn't find any value in movies or television and god help you if you were foolish enough to try to entertain him in any way that involved you getting within a foot of him
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Francis first made his way to the front desk, being every so polite to the dear woman who owned the hostel. The first thing he did was ask the lovely Mrs. Newton for a room with less people in it; he only knew a few people here, and since he had just arrived he didn't want to become too overwhelmed. Telling Mrs. Newton a little white lie wouldn't hurt, and it would cause him to be one step closer to his target. Either way, J had mentioned he was a lieutenant, and from Francis' experience with war that meant he was a loner type; this was accentuated by the fact that J had only mentioned his little brother. If he had closer friends he probably would have mentioned them as well
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As soon as his conversation over the CLD with France was over, Germany had left his room and proceeded to the lobby area, taking a seat facing the doors so he could watch out for the other nation. Unfortunately, his concentration kept wavering and his gaze dropped to the floor as he lost himself in his conflicted thoughts
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Francis, however, was delighted to see Germany. Sure, they'd fought many many times in the past, and well, in many ways he had been the cause of Germany's destruction, into first the Confederation of the Rhine, then the German Empire, then the Third Reich. But after the horrors of the Second World War were behind them, or at least far enough behind them they could all stop having constant nightmares about the bloodshed, France had agreed with Germany that their fighting had to cease. And Germany, just like himself, had willingly wanted to reconcile
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In his short time as a nation, all Germany knew was war and conflict. At the end of the First World War, his pride had taken a mighty blow, along with his economy. Thanks to France taking many of his more productive areas, such as the Saar coalfields, the once proud nation had been forced to scrape by to repay his war debts. The period of hyper inflation that had occurred afterward was something he would rather not remember. Not that France was entirely to blame for his burden, but he certainly didn't go easy on the defeated nation. Germany felt that his grudge against the other country was well justified.
To him, everyone and everything was a threat and he had to be prepared. Before he had a arrived, he was surrounded by enemies and people wanting to take him down. Even if he and France formed some sort of truce, the paranoia plaguing him would not simply vanish into thin air. Germany's entire body tensed as France hugged and greeted him, not only because that sort of contact made him incredibly awkward anyway, but because it was
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Try as Francis might, Germany still wouldn't budge. So when he heard such a strong, stern voice coming from his friend's mouth, his resolve faltered just a bit. After all, with what time he was from, he half expected Germany to be surprised and then shove him. He was prepared for that. But he wasn't prepared for his tense muscles as unmoving as stone, for such a cold tone of voice, for his unfeeling gaze, for his disapproving frown. And “Frankreich”. He’d heard Germany from his time refer to him as such - quite frequently, in fact - but to hear it in such a blatantly displeased tone… well, it brought back many bad memories. Which he was sure were very fresh in Germany’s mind.
His smile weakened, and he didn’t try to convince Germany it was very rude not to kiss his cheeks in return since in his culture it was a greeting. But he did catch the attempt to remove his hands from Ludwig’s shoulders. Instead, Francis' hands moved to the lapels, feeling the fabric for a moment; then sensing that they were not perfect to Germany’s liking, as
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Yuri had still made it to the hostel, even without using the tram to get there, easily following the way this tram seems to be using all the time. At least after finding the right one again. While walking around town, he had noticed many differences to the buildings in his memory. These all looked so gloomy in his opinion and that is something, since he had lived in the lower quarter, the part of the town which was the poorest, but it still looked so much nicer there
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No, the problem with being a supersoldier was that life tended to get boring fast. Especially if, like Liquid, one was prone to removing yourself from everything that ordinary people considered entertaining. He didn't drink - any more, at least, hadn't since he'd been eighteen and god, hadn't that been a time he didn't want to repeat? - didn't smoke, didn't eat junk food, play video games or really know how to use a computer beyond emails. He didn't find any value in movies or television and god help you if you were foolish enough to try to entertain him in any way that involved you getting within a foot of him ( ... )
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To him, everyone and everything was a threat and he had to be prepared. Before he had a arrived, he was surrounded by enemies and people wanting to take him down. Even if he and France formed some sort of truce, the paranoia plaguing him would not simply vanish into thin air. Germany's entire body tensed as France hugged and greeted him, not only because that sort of contact made him incredibly awkward anyway, but because it was ( ... )
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His smile weakened, and he didn’t try to convince Germany it was very rude not to kiss his cheeks in return since in his culture it was a greeting. But he did catch the attempt to remove his hands from Ludwig’s shoulders. Instead, Francis' hands moved to the lapels, feeling the fabric for a moment; then sensing that they were not perfect to Germany’s liking, as ( ... )
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