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How long have we been here?

Jan 02, 2011 15:16

Who: North Italy and Germany
Where: Not far outside of Cherrygrove
When: Backdated to shortly after the 4th wall event's end
Summary: Germany and Italy wake up near each other. Problem is, they're pretty sure that they weren't anywhere near each other when they went to sleep.
Rating: PG
Log:
( And what happened last night? )

north italy | axis powers hetalia

Comments 2

herr_germanly January 3 2011, 01:45:10 UTC

[A nightmare.

Germany had been having the worst nightmare he'd ever had...well aside from reliving times in history he'd rather not relive.

His brother had been there. Italy had been there, and there were others, he vaguely recalled. But the point was, it had been painful.

His back was aching now, in fact. Wait.]

Hrngh... where did this pain come from.

[He stirred awake, realizing that the pain was reality. He also discovered, much to his surprise, that he was not alone in the small sleeping bag. The sound (and feel, they were very close) of rustling confirmed this. From experience, he knew only a select few people it could be.]

Italyyyyy....

[He sighed, bringing his hand through his disheveled hair and eyeing the reddy-brunet next to him. It reminded him vaguely of home, which was nice, despite the fact that he certainly didn't approve of it (of course he didn't.)

But wait.

He didn't remember meeting up with Italy yet.]

HOW DID YOU GET HERE?!

draw_a_flag January 3 2011, 02:02:49 UTC

[He was going to pretend that he hadn't heard anything. Especially not his name. If he was going to wake up to just have to go train he wasn't going to wake up. He didn't want to go out to fight England, and sometimes he wanted to sleep in of a morning rather than run laps. He tried to snuggle deeper into the softness and warmth- and hit a rock. So he wasn't home yet, drat.

Wait. If he wasn't home yet, then-- oh no, Germany was yelling and that never bode well for him. Or his chances of continuing to sleep. He yawned, hearing a quiet 'meowth' behind him, and reached over, scratching at the cat-like creature's head as he had made a habit of since this mess started.]

Good morning, Gino.

[Now to handle the loud German in his sleeping bag.]

I don't know, I went to sleep here by Gino and then here you are... in my bag. I didn't know you liked me like that!

[He said it like a joke, but the blush on his face said something close to the opposite.]