[He's totally exhausted but he is still in the renovating mode, given that his own home is under construction. Normally he'd decline this given his own workload but Lili was willing to work on the place so he had to step in and take the lion's share of her work]
Nein, Ludwig, it's not necessary. I know that you are busy building your own house. I have relied greatly on you in the past, and I do not want to put you under extra strain.
I do, however, appreciate the offer. Please let me know if there is any way I can assist you in return.
Well. If you are sure, I will most readily accept your help. Though...strangely, a great deal of the work I found miraculously done yesterday, and not just in the apartment area. But the theatre itself. Strange.
[Austria raises an eyebrow, and looks a bit awkward for a moment, which never happens. But it's fleeting. He remembers Germany's childhood at his house and the request to help Italy strikes him a bit...differently than he expects]
How would you want me to help? I realize that...he is in a relationship with his brother, which is odd as it is. But South Italy is not here, it seems. I do not like the idea that Lovino has seemed to forbid Feliciano from mingling with his other friends; I did not see him on Christmas and I doubt I will see him tonight. It's unlike him to not be social.
...Why does it concern you? [The question is not harsh, but surprisingly quiet. Almost gentle, which is odd, and Austria seems to be seeking understanding on some level]
I've often wondered if it's not the witnessing of such horrors that make the superstition more viable, but that's only a pet theory. All the same, though... You can't deny the performing arts do have a rather tarnished history, can you?
I never once denied the performing arts were untainted. I, of all people, should know that most of all. It reflects the times we have lived in better than most history books.
But even so, a theatre is the sort of place that I would call home. No amount of skeletons in those closets can frighten me.
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Ja, I vill help you, Roderich.
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I do, however, appreciate the offer. Please let me know if there is any way I can assist you in return.
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Ah.... help Italy for me.
He seems very confused about his brother. [in other words, uh,.. talk Italy out of dating the other Italy]
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[Austria raises an eyebrow, and looks a bit awkward for a moment, which never happens. But it's fleeting. He remembers Germany's childhood at his house and the request to help Italy strikes him a bit...differently than he expects]
How would you want me to help? I realize that...he is in a relationship with his brother, which is odd as it is. But South Italy is not here, it seems. I do not like the idea that Lovino has seemed to forbid Feliciano from mingling with his other friends; I did not see him on Christmas and I doubt I will see him tonight. It's unlike him to not be social.
...Why does it concern you? [The question is not harsh, but surprisingly quiet. Almost gentle, which is odd, and Austria seems to be seeking understanding on some level]
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The theater, indeed? Whyever would you want to live there? One must not be terribly superstitious... Dreadfully unlucky places, theaters.
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Yes, the theatre. In my life I have witnessed more horrors than a few ghost stories; I have little fear for folklore and myth.
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[She smiles brightly, clearly delighted.]
I've often wondered if it's not the witnessing of such horrors that make the superstition more viable, but that's only a pet theory. All the same, though... You can't deny the performing arts do have a rather tarnished history, can you?
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I never once denied the performing arts were untainted. I, of all people, should know that most of all. It reflects the times we have lived in better than most history books.
But even so, a theatre is the sort of place that I would call home. No amount of skeletons in those closets can frighten me.
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