[Lovino Vargas] 10th Bottle of Wine [Audio, private to Feliciano/Italy]

[in_italia]

[So... he was stupid. And he waited a week, starving himself and sitting at the train station. Because he makes smart decisions like that. And the whole time, all he did was replay that last argument with Feliciano, and every stupid thing he told him, and wonder why the hell they're both such idiots

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Since everyone's annoying him, I might as well... XD Before the other. [action]

[thatsmysausage]

[It's a good day for Germany as far as days in Ruby City go and he is out and about, enjoying a walk in the cold winter air. He is huddled in his coat, Such as it often does, his walk takes him to the train station, but unlike so often, Germany finds someone else already there. He smiles slightly. Ruby City is a lonely place despite the couple of acquaintances he has made, he is happy for this chance encounter.]

Hello.

My... my body is ready for this. |D

[in_italia]

[Lovi looks up in open disdain. Who the fuck is this person,
and why is he interrupting his silent self-battery.]

...Fuck off.

Hey, this is a classy guy, not before the third date :P

[thatsmysausage]

Ah. A particularly cheerful person. He approaches cautiously, though he makes sure to keep a respectable distance.]

I'm sorry. I don't wish to bother you. I come often to the train station.

Psh, I'll just have to go after Iceland, then. Those demons /are/ adorable.

[in_italia]

Whatever, bastard. [Lovi sits up, glaring openly at him.]

Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you talking to me?

Pfft. Demons are cute, but Germany has surprise yaoi. Not out of his own free will, but who cares?

[thatsmysausage]

[He blinks in surprise, but keeps smiling pleasantly.] You're a rather rude person.

[He reminds Germany of another odd person he has met in Ruby City, the little demon ruler.] Are you a demon like Laharl?

Iceland has his lovable child ORIGINAL SETTLERS OF GREENLAND.

[in_italia]

Fuck you. [That's an irritating smile.]

....No I'm not a fucking demon, I'm... [He lays back on the ground with a grumble.] I'm a fucking country, or half-country I guess, that's fucking missing from fucking earth and fucking killing myself over a fucking fight with my fucking brother because I'm too fucking stupid to do anything fucking right. Fuck off and leave me alone. [At least starvation and unhappiness eventually makes him social to strangers.]

A bit on the skinny side, though... and it'll take forever to dig him up!

[thatsmysausage]

[Wow, these are a lot of problems. No wonder the man is in a foul mood. But... wait... Another personification! A country's, at that, which means he must be from that odd parallel world of Prussia's since Germany doesn't know him.

Germany opens his mouth to introduce himself eagerly, but pauses. He had nearly ruined any chance with Prussia since he dismissed him as a liar or lunatic. Maybe he should try to soothe this nation's temper before he tries to convince him of his own nationhood.]

I have fights with my sister, too. We say things we regret later. But I've found that the nice thing about family is that they will forgive you many things you wouldn't forgive yourself.

He's like a dinosaur - he grew up to be a non-renewable resourse~!

[in_italia]

[Oh, Lovi wouldn't call him a lunatic. Just... a potato bastard. Or a fatheaded stupid German. Or other such insults as that.]

Family is always fucked up... my grandfather was an asshole, my brother's an idiot, and then Spain's both, and Belgium's okay but I don't see her much anymore... Shit, and I barely even deal with my family thanks to that fucking... If you see a jackass named Germany, kick his ass for me, so I don't have to. [Shoo, little annoying person. He's off his proverbial soapbox now.]

ORIGINAL SETTLERS OF GREENLAND is the most special snowlfake in the history of snowflakes.

[thatsmysausage]

[He nods along sympathetically as Lovino rants. Oh, for all that he had tried to give comforting advice, he can empathize fully with the woes of fucked-up family. He happens to have a brother who is the most fucked-up of all. He can sympathize with woes about other nations as well, Denmark and Netherlands and their "surprise yaoi." Hey, this nation is turning out to be a pretty nice guy, after all!

Wait... Germany...

Gulp.

Kick his... ass? Isn't that a bit harsh?

He wraps his coat tighter around himself, suddenly very aware of the flag shirt he is wearing underneath. Damn it, did Prussia neglect to tell him his alter ego is at war or something like that?]

You know what. I want an urn so I can use it on kids who jump on my bed.

[in_italia]

No, it's not fucking harsh, not after all the shit he's put my brother and I through. Fucking Germans... they're all smug bastards. They've been smug bastards since the fucking Holy Roman Empire, nothing ever changes like that. And stupid, too. [He could go on and on and on... but he's bored and hungry and not in the mood.]

Yeseseseses. If you get one, buy one for me as well!

[thatsmysausage]

[Oh fuck. This nation hates him because of his history. That's even worse than an ongoing war. Germany hunches his shoulder, subconsciously making himself smaller in his misery.]

But... but... nations can change. They can realize that horrible things happened in their past and they can be so very, very sorry and they can try to change. Sometimes they try very hard to be a better nation, not to become too proud and not to scare anyone and to be kind, but then you have an evil older brother who just won't die and he keeps popping up like some horrible spectre from the past and... I'm so sorry!

[Germany sits there with bowed head and slumped shoulders, not quite crying, but not very far from it either. Someone feeding his self-loathing isn't doing good things for his non-existant self-esteem.]

So it is written, so it shall be done!

[in_italia]

Yeah, most nations can change, but... wait. [...Did this guy just apologize to him?] ....What the fuck are you talking about, damnit? [He sits up and raises an eyebrow at Germany, searching him over for something to explain it.] ...Who the hell are you?

This is our first important step to becoming crazy old cat ladies!

[thatsmysausage]

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, this is why James Bond isn't German!

Germany stares at Lovino with all the grace of a deer in the headlights.]

I... I... Nice weather we're having!

I can't wait to terrorize my sister's children~!

[in_italia]

[Suspicious. Very suspicious.]

Who are you, jackass?

It will be glorious.

[thatsmysausage]

[There's nothing to be done about it, he can't get out of this. Germany sighs. And here he had hoped he could have a pleasant conversation without ever coming clean about his identity...]

I'm a country spirit. [He laughs awkwardly.] It turns out that nation personifications exist in several worlds. Funny, isn't it?

Glorious and miraculous~

[in_italia]

[Hmph, that doesn't help his suspicion. Fuck, he might've just admitted weakness to someone who can use it against him.. even though this idiot looks less useful in that respect than Feli.]

Which nation are you, bastard?