Rusted from the Rain • • • APH roleplay

What are you looking forward to the most in the roleplay?

World War III.	41.2%	[ 7 ]
Not World War III.	0.0%	[ 0 ]
More events.	17.6%	[ 3 ]
Just the roleplay finally moving into something more exciting.	35.3%	[ 6 ]
Something else. Elighten Bolshevik!	5.9%	[ 1 ]
Total Votes:			[ 17 ]

[Bolshevik Syndrome]

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D u - h a s t - d i e - m a c h t !

INDENT]All the while France was making preparations for an Allied meeting, Germany was elsewhere preparing for something on his own. He felt that he as well needed to gather forces and form a meeting, for if the opposing force after many years still secluded Italy, Japan and himself, there was clearly a discrepancy. Germany found it necessary to take the precautions, for he did not want to be paying back another debt for damages that he didn't necessarily cause. No, that would surely shatter him and place him in a hole he could never dig himself out of, so, Like France, Germany was bustling around his own home in preparation for the meeting of the former Axis Powers. They had no reason to continually remain as a force, for the Allied Forces dispersed and depended on themselves once the war was over.

INDENTHe found himself continually moving around the house to fix things and set others up, all the while moving into the kitchen to make some sort of meal for those he expected to be joining him: Italy and Japan. Regardless, from all the moving, it made the male warm, which caused him to remove the heavy jacket of his uniform in which he slung over the back of a chair. Simply dressed in the usual olive uniform pants and a now a stark white undershirt, he continued his rounds about the building as he waited for a knock on the door, or some indication that allowed him to know that his guests had arrived. Of course, he wouldn't be surprised if Italy simply burst through the door or ended up wandering into the kitchen from down the hall. He always seemed to be hanging around at some point in time.

INDENTMost of what he was cooking was some sort of meat such as sausage for and example, and there happened to be rolls of bread upon the table in the dining room, of course. And to drink? Open the fridge and beer was most likely the first fluid visible. Regardless to whether or not the food was desired by his guests, it was available to them but he somewhat figured Italy would be within the kitchen boiling water to make pasta. It was to be expected now, and wasn't really ever questioned anymore.

D u - s t e l l s t - d i c h - q u e r , - m a c h s t - a l a r m ,
k ä m p f s t - f ü r - d e i n e - v i s i o n .
W a s - i s t - S c h e i n ,
w a s - i s t - n u r - i l l u s i o n ?
D u - m a c h s t - d i c h - f r e i ,
d e n n - d u - w e i ß t - s o n s t - i s t - a l l e s .

Y o u - r e v o l t , - c r e a t e - p a n i c , - f i g h t - f o r - y o u r - v i s i o n .

W h a t ' s - a p p e a r a n c e , - w h a t ' s - o n l y - i l l u s i o n ?

Y o u - f r e e - y o u r s e l f - s i n c e - y o u - k n o w - a l l - i s - l o s t - o t h e r w i s e .

[shinigami_yuko]

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The name is...

► Áяτħůr Ӄɪrkζąηɖ◄

The day had come again when the Allied forces had been summoned to have a meeting. It was to be held at that idiot Francis's home and Arthur was most definately not looking forward to seeing his face again. Their fighting had subsided for the most part and there had been a movement on France's part to become closer but England was hesitant, especially upon hearing his comment of wanting to change him. "Well, better head out." Arthur sighed as he looked at the clock, it wouldn't do to be late so he got up from the chair where he had been drinking his tea and began to get ready. All said and done he couldn't be but a little happy to see all of them again; America, France, Russia and China. America and Russia had gone through a bit of a rough patch a while back, the cold war and all. That was a thing of the past now though it may be akward between the two and especially around.

He really didn't want to be near Alfred though. He had been getting a swelled head lately, even though he was the most powerful nation in the world at the moment. It was no excuse to be so gloaty though. Arthur grumbled as he pulled on his coat and headed out the door. It was a short flight to France and he knew he would be a bit early but would be better than being late. He knew he would never hear the end of it from that group if he were to be even just a little late. He soon boarded the plane and was off, looking out the window as he reminisced about the group.

Not but a half an hour later, Arthur had landed in France. He got off the plane and got in a car to be driven to the detination of the meeting. When he got there, he walked up to the doors, sighed and knocked on the door. He really did not want to see Francis's face. Perhaps he could leave? Just turn around and walk away before anyone answered the door. No, that was not an option. He stood there instead, waiting to be greeted by the git.

It would do you well to remember it.

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[x metaphysics]

OOO FELICIANOVARGAS
⇨ ( i am the nation NORTH ITALY ) not exactly intimidating
don`t you wanna ♥ be my friend Ɂ x 『 YES 』 hugmehugmeloveme

Energy can be, well, a powerful thing. That much should be common sense. In this case, however, it cannot be. All the energy bottled up in this young boy’s body is directed to bursts of random singing, garrulousness, frequent touching, and other eccentric actions. Yet this same boy has a constant crave for food ( particularly pasta ) and no liking to physical training. You should expect the unexpected from him, unless you have a taste for being baffled or irritated by this boy’s idiocy. Yes, he is far away from being academically smart and audaciously determined. That’s not to say he isn’t a keeper, though, for are Italians not the best of lovers?

Italy, oh Italy. You haven’t changed much over the years now, have you? Today was a special day, as it was the day a meeting would be held. It’s not as if he only saw Japan and Germany during meetings that caused him to be energetic, but because the two would more than likely be even more serious than normal. It was up to the Italian to be extra happy for all of them – a deed that can easily be done. Hair and clothes disheveled as they normally were, Italy was indeed ready for the day. A large smile covered his lower face while his eyes were closed in a happy manner. Italy couldn’t wait to see whom he considered to be his best friends. Once arriving at Germany’s house, Italy didn’t hesitate to compose himself and knock on the door. He simply barged into the house while joyfully announcing his arrival, at the same time of looking for the blond. It was as if Italy had Germany sensing abilities, for he immediately found him.

“Germany!” He shouted, while throwing his arms around him in a friendly and warm hug. Stepping away a moment later and looking around, the brunette blinked while once again parting his lips, “Nee, Japan isn’t here yet.”

Way to state the obvious, huh? Italy broke into a trivial chat about his problematic travel to Germany’s house and about how hungry he was, and then looked around the kitchen for something to eat. As expected, he was tired from the travel and didn’t want to waste time at the moment while making pasta and waiting for it to cook. No, all he did was grab the nearest sausage he could find and stuff it into his mouth. Pasta would more than likely be cooked later on during the day.

“Ehh, Germany. Why do you always have beer, but not wine?” Italy complained, after searching for something to quench his thirst.

[RussiaPink]

Preußen
Deutsche Demokratische Republik
Gilbert Beilschmidt

I am a Prussian;
Knowest thou my colors?

"Because beer is the most awesome drink of all, Italy," came the entirely unsolicited answer from the doorway. Prussia knew about the meeting, of course, and as a technical member of the Axis sort of (being part of Germany at the time counted, right?) he wasn't planning to miss out on it. After all, it was go to the meeting or spend the rest of the day in the basement with his bird.

So here he was, leaning casually against the door frame, his usual broad smirk firmly in place. He wore the navy blue uniform he had worn in the war, the Iron Cross around his neck polished to a bright shine. While his hair may have been a mess and his eyes lined by dark lines, Prussia was not one to let his awesome standards for his uniform slip. The bird nesting on his head probably violated uniform policy, though.

"Wine's a sissy drink. Sissies like France and Austria drink wine. You don't want to be like them, right? You want to be awesome and manly like West and I!" He paused to think this over for a second. "...Not too manly, though. The idea of you being as musclebound as West here kind of scares me. But you get the point."

He wandered over to the counter to grab a sausage before stuffing it into his mouth nearly whole - although the mouthful of food did little to stop the endless flow of chatter. "So, Italy, how's life been treating you?"

[ooc: Please tell me if I'm doing anything wrong! I'm still kind of nervous here orz]

Not every day may gleam with sunshine;
from time to time a cloud and shower nears.
So may never read anybody in my face,
the wish of them.
Although near and far
quite many would like to change places with me;
Their happiness is deceit and their freedom is illusion:
I am a Prussian , want nothing to be but a Prussian.

[Dark Lunar Night]

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THIS IS FOR...❝ T h e y - s a y - t h i s - c o u n t r y

w a s - b a s e d - o n - h a r d - w o r k - a n d - i n t e g r i t y . . . ❞

DARK LUNAR NIGHT》 》--J a p a n
NO STEALING OR YOUR a** BELONGS TO CHESTELLE ● - H o n d a - K i k u

Kiku was slowly walking towards Germany's house for the Axis Powers meeting that was planned earlier in the month. Hesitantly, he put one foot in front of the other, and with each step, he wondered what would happen today. What surprises could await him? Who would Germany yell at? And what would Italy mess up on a quiet and serene day like today?

There were always something crazy and new happening when the Axis Powers were together. Although, he tried to never say much when he was with them, as he felt that if he had spoken, the fun would just disintegrate. He had now arrived at Germany's house, the door wasn't locked, so he cautiously opened the large door.

"I'm Here!" He yelled somewhat nervously into the large and beautiful home.

c o u n t r y --- w h e r e ------ t h e ------- s u n --------- r i s e s

[impiousLion]

s u c h -- a ------ l o n e l y --------- d a y

R u s s i aFORSNOWIE_SOUL'SUSE.NOSTEALING. DDDD<
☇XXXI v a n - B r a g i n s k yNOSTEALING,BETCHES.

In contrast to France's anxious behavior and rapid actions, Russia silently made his way in a taxi to France's home. In a way, it was still against his will, and grudge. Considering the unfortunate event that took place in 1812, he still didn't see France as an ally. But he knew that this was still for the good of his country, as the world's economy was currently intertwined with America.

America. There was a familiar name that distgusted him. America had always tried to outdo Russia in nearly everything; the biggest plane, best army, best weapons, first launch into space, first satelite in space, first moon landing, and the list goes on...They'd also had their share of quarrels in the past. But again, that was the past, and Russia had to ignore that for now. Things as childish as grudges and rivalries needed to be put aside, and he had to think of his country.

Yet, that annoying thought of America being the top country in the world aggravated him. That was the only thing on his mind, until he realized that the taxi was already right outside of France's home now. He got out of the car, and walked up to the door. From the inside of his coat, he took out a flask of his favorite alchoholic beverage, vodka, and took a shot of it. Tucking the flask back into his coat, he knocked on the door. Hopefully, he would once again be able to successfully mask his emotions and somehow help settle things with some of the other countries.

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t - h - e - m - o - s - t - l - o - n - l - i - e - s - t - d - a - y - o - f - m - y - l - i - f - e

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[Bolshevik Syndrome]

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INDENTIt seemed to happen all at once... First the shorter pasta-loving country bounding through the door without a care only, only to be followed by Germany's own brother, Prussia, and soon after the thinner Asian country moving through the open door. It couldn't have been staggered at all, it was all at once. The seemingly tiny arms of Italy in comparison to his own body was a little startling, simply because Germany was preoccupied with cooking. It caused him to fumble a cooking utensil he held within his hand, however, he caught it with ease as Italy released him and immediately dove for the food. Germany was certain he would have preferred pasta, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that it would be made later on in the evening by the carefree male.

INDENT"Ja, he's coming." Germany grumbled when Italy reached for a sausage, which caused him to lift one of his arms to allow the smaller male to have easier access to the food. Everything that was being cooked, such as sausages, were on the stove top before him. Just as the broad male parted his lips to speak to Italy who adventured through the kitchen with a sausage at hand while opening the fridge, a second voice reached his ears, and soon another body crowded the kitchen. Prussia's broad hand reached for the food that had already been cooked, much like Italy had, but it merely caused Germany to sigh. All the while he had been explaining to Italy the purpose of beer, food was continually devoured.

INDENTAh, and then came the final member they'd been waiting upon. Japan. He hadn't heard a knock, and that was probably either because of one of two factors. The rowdiness in the kitchen may have dulled the sound of the hollow rap, or Italy left the door ajar. Germany didn't particularly mind, however he didn't want an uninvited guest to suddenly appear. He did not desire to see America's face within his home, or any of the Allies for that matter. They had their own conference to deal with, as the Axis had their own. Regardless, at the sound of the third voice, Germany just released a simple sigh and dropped his hands. Setting the cooking utensil on the side of the stove, he stepped back at let hist guests at the food that was prepared. If Italy was done with them and Japan wouldn't eat, Germany was sure that Prussia would finish them up before the night was done.

INDENT"Ah, welcome." Germany uttered as Japan announced his arrival. He, like everyone else crowded within the kitchen, was welcome to help himself to whatever he desired. Taking another step away from the stove, Germany walked over to the fridge where Italy was in search for something to drink, wine it seemed. Lifting his larger hand in which was set above Italy's on the handle for the fridge, he moved behind Italy and reached around him into the fridge to shove a few things aside. At the back stood a thin bottle that stood much higher than the beer bottles in which was drawn from the refrigerator. Lifting it over Italy's head, he set it on the counter behind him and moved away from the fridge before sighing and properly explaining as to why beer took up most of the fridge.

INDENT"I prefer beer." He finally mumbled as he reached into a drawer to retrieve a corkscrew to remove the cork sitting within the neck of the bottle of red wine. Sure, wine was generally kept within a cellar, but wine was alcohol, and all of Germany's alcohol remained in the fridge, which meant the red wine as well.

D u - s t e l l s t - d i c h - q u e r , - m a c h s t - a l a r m ,
k ä m p f s t - f ü r - d e i n e - v i s i o n .
W a s - i s t - S c h e i n ,
w a s - i s t - n u r - i l l u s i o n ?
D u - m a c h s t - d i c h - f r e i ,
d e n n - d u - w e i ß t - s o n s t - i s t - a l l e s .

Y o u - r e v o l t , - c r e a t e - p a n i c , - f i g h t - f o r - y o u r - v i s i o n .

W h a t ' s - a p p e a r a n c e , - w h a t ' s - o n l y - i l l u s i o n ?

Y o u - f r e e - y o u r s e l f - s i n c e - y o u - k n o w - a l l - i s - l o s t - o t h e r w i s e .

[Dark Lunar Night]

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THIS IS FOR...❝ T h e y - s a y - t h i s - c o u n t r y

w a s - b a s e d - o n - h a r d - w o r k - a n d - i n t e g r i t y . . . ❞

DARK LUNAR NIGHT》 》--J a p a n
NO STEALING OR YOUR a** BELONGS TO CHESTELLE ● - H o n d a - K i k u

Japan had only took one step inside and he could already hear the rowdiness of Italy and Prussia. He made his way through the crowd of people silently, and sat down calmly as Italy was looking for some wine to drink while Prussia went on rambling about how beer was much better then the wussy drink. He flashed a quick smile, seeing the joyous energy that flowed through all of them. He became so lost in the moment of what he now called peace, that he had forgotten about the food that Germany had prepared.

c o u n t r y --- w h e r e ------ t h e ------- s u n --------- r i s e s

[Shotgun Mouthwash]

F r e n c h R e p u b l i cxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Francis Bonnefoy: le beau d é s a s t r e ..xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Je désire ardemment pour l ' a m o u r et le l o g i q u e
Mais il est seulement heureux, hysterique
J'attends un certain genre de miracle
Attente tellement longtemps...
Tellement longtemps...

Five minutes... five minutes, and the world's most powerful countries would be on his doorstep. Oh, the anxiety! If only he'd gotten a jump on this weeks ago. The damned gardeners and landscapers had just managed to get the courtyard and front walkway looking somewhat acceptable before the interior remodelers came, and the interior decorators had just now left. At any rate, at least the lawn was mowed. He couldn't say much for his poor hedges. But that wasn't something he could stress about now. He had too much to think about besides how his garden looked. He'd chew out the landscapers later. For now, he had to get ready.

Sliding into the master bedroom he closed the oak door behind him, leaning against it as he forced his breathing back to a regular tempo. This was just too much. How did Britain manage to throw such extravagant parties so regularly? It just wasn't fair in France's book. His house was so much prettier than that nasty lumberjack brow, and his obese moron of a "son", as well! America... what a waste of power and time. Honestly. Someone needed to take a needle to that guy's ego, in his opinion. Power had gotten to his head, and now it was biting him in the backside. Payback was harsh.

Striding to his closet the blond man quickly stripped down, yanking on his favorite adorned blue tailcoat over a button-up white shirt and a frilled lace cravat. He paired it with some black knickers with a white stripe running up the side of the leg, black dress shoes gleaming on his feet in the soft light from the candelabras that illuminated his room. He combed his hair back, glancing into a floor-length mirror beside his vanity table (Hey, he was an important person. Looks were everything!) to check himself over. Despite slight gray circles under his eyes he was immaculate, not a hair on his head (or chin) out of place. The French embodiment let out a ragged sigh, nodding with resolve. This was as good as it was gonna get.

He edged out of his bedroom, locking the door behind himself as he headed down the hallway toward the front foyer. Everything was just as France had thought it'd be: the paintings were all perfectly square on the butter-colored walls, carpets not daring to hold even one speck of dust. The foyer itself was so clean one could have eaten off the glimmering marble floor, each light fixture dusted and each window spotless. Perfect. The sight of such a clean space immediately alleviated most of the Frenchman's nerves, eyes relaxing as he approached the large front double-doors. The heels of his shoes clinked quietly against the marble, the only other noise coming from small speakers that sat in the plants and quietly hummed violin melodies. Peaceful. Clean. Untouched. Just how France liked it.

Pushing down on the ornate door handle he opened the left door, a smile lighting up his defined face as his eyes fell upon two of his comrades from days past. "Russia! England!" he exclaimed, stepping forward and extending his hand toward England. Russia still had the eyes of a serial killer and England still didn't know what a pair of tweezers was. Good. Nothing changed there.

Il est mou au contact
Mais frangé à l'extrémité, il se c a s s e
Il est assez jamais
Et il est toujours plus que j e p e u x p r e n d r e . . .

[shinigami_yuko]

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The name is...

► Áяτħůr Ӄɪrkζąηɖ◄

As Arthur waited for the untimely french man to answer the door, he saw a car pull up in the driveway. He stood there and pondered for a moment which one of his past comrades was hidden away inside but the new guest was soon revealed as none other than Russia. "It's been awhile, Ivan." he said with a small smile as he watched the large nation climb the stairs. "It's good to see you again." he said as Russia knocked on the door again. That was actually a bit of a lie since Ivan still had that aura of a killer about him in sort of a sense. Arthur was also still not over the fact that the other had broken his beloved cursed chair. The large door opened then to reveal the exuberant male who resided there. "It's about time, Francis." he huffed, taking his hand and giving him a firm handshake. Francis hadn't changed a bit in Arthur's eyes. He was still an over-dressed, pompous twit. He did notice something that was slightly out of place on the other's face though. "Not get enough sleep?" he commented with a smirk as he gestured under his eyes. There were the unusal bags under the other's eyes, perhaps he had been stressing over the meeting since it was to be held at his place and he had not seen the rest of them for so long. Arthur let himself in through the door and began to stroll down the hall, looking around and inspecting ever nook and cranny. "At least you cleaned up before we got here." he mumbled as looked back to the other two. He was giving the other a hard time for not seeing each other for so long but it had just become secound nature to him. The place looked brand new, he had to admit. Everything was spick and span just like the organized english man liked it.

It would do you well to remember it.

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[Zesty Taco]

I let the day go by.
I always say goodbye .
I watch the stars from my window sill.
The whole world is moving...

and I'm standing still.

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Wang Yao was exhausted, sore, and just wanted to sleep.

The drive to the airport was a warm one. Brown eyes watched out the window as the smog-filled Shanghai came into view, airport somewhere within the city or on the outskirts being his destination. Someone else drove him, of course; he was a very important person to many people of his country and to the world. His right temple touched the glass, breathing through his nostrils fogging the glass up slightly as he observed. Almost childishly, China used his finger, covered in his red changshan, and doodled a panda in the fog of the window before it faded with evaporation. Another sigh, and more fog appeared, but the old country did nothing this time. Instead, he settled his hands in the sleeves and rested them in his white-clad pants lap. He normally would have been carrying out a conversation with the driver, reminisced and smiled with him, but lately things had not been going as well as China had hoped.

China -- or his long title since 1949, The People's Republic of China -- felt his body ache uncomfortably, and he shifted with a tiny, nearly inaudible grunt. The highly religious and supersticious country suffered from the worldwide economic downfall, especially for his own country, understandably. He also ached from the scars of wars in the past and thinking of what the meeting at Francis' home would bring made him anxious. He got along with a majority of the old Allies; sure, things between him and France were basically for economy only, and England and himself had butt heads every now and again (but, he was happy to have Hong Kong back in his family, although relations with Taiwan and Tibet were tense still) but otherwise, he got along fine with them. The only problem, really, was his support of North Korea. She was brutal unlike her brother, Im Yong Soo, whom China had a rocky past with. He was at peace with both of the Korea's and was the Northern's main ally. If, Heaven forbid, a war did break out, he would have to be pitted against his friends -- and China didn't want that to happen.

The airport wasn't too far, so he bid his driver farewell and grabbed his things before heading to the plane. Unlike the past, Shinatty-chan was not with him, nor was his Panda friend. Therefore, as he boarded the plane and sat in a window seat by himself, he felt rather lonely. Still technically a communist country, some looked down on it while others noted the changes his country had made; they were more capitalist than anything else. And, despite his four, nearly fire thousand year life, he still didn't understand politics 100%.

As the plane lifted off the ground, China let his eyes close, and for some hours, he didn't have to think about how his body ached or how he wished everyone could be at peace. He just slept a dreamless slumber, and that's what he had been needing.



"Sir," the flight attendant tapped the red-clad Wang Yao on the shoulder, "we've arrived." With a small, squeaky yawn and a rubbing of his eyes, China blinked several times and nodded to the woman, who started to walk away. However, he realized that he still had to get some transportation to France's place, as well as getting off the plane, and -- "A-aahh!!" Finally, China snapped to reality and nearly strangled his arm trying to yank the seatbelt off, before grabbing his things and taking a stride-filled run towards the door. Bolting his way through the airport, several people shouted "Ralentissez!" to him as he weaved his way gracefully past them. China was a very agile person, trained in martial arts and traditional Chinese fighting. This left him with a metabolic body, lean and small, and grace in such situations. Even still, the country shouted back to each person, "Dùi bù qĭ! Dùi bù qĭ!" With every apology, he stopped to quickly bow and resumed his running. It was bothersome, being so polite!

Thankfully, China was able to get a taxi and with the directions given, he sighed and leaned his head back in relief to have made it in time. He had a while to get there, but he wouldn't be late, that much was known. The man drummed his fingers on his flat suitcase and fidgeted his feet in anxiety. Brows furrowed, he thought back, for some reason, to the second World War and how different things had been. He hadn't been PRC, he was frightened of Russia (but now, he was fine with him; in fact, eight years ago they both signed a twenty year peace agreement, but they had been close even before that), America was still rising to power... Now, America was the most powerful country, Japan was stronger than himself - which filled China with both pride and sorrow... His mind drifted again, but before it got very far, the car came to a jolting stop and the cab driver asked for pay. The proper amount was given before China exited and stood outside the door. He assumed others were there, for he heard voices inside; he must have gotten there just after a few of them -- England and Ivan, by the sound of it. His hand reached and knocked on the door as China looked around, up and down the street, then back to the door.

China, in all his wisdom, had no clue what this would bring.

( Fail first post is fail, fail history memory is fail... ; w ; )


I thought of you and where you'd gone,

and let the world spin madly on.

[x metaphysics]

OOO FELICIANOVARGAS
⇨ ( i am the nation NORTH ITALY ) not exactly intimidating
don`t you wanna ♥ be my friend Ɂ x 『 YES 』 hugmehugmeloveme

Turning as soon as he heard the voice, Italy saw Prussia and scrunched his eyebrows in uncertainty. He was sure he heard the man correctly, but very dubious over what he had said. Beer – the best drink in the world? Like hell. Italy’s taste remained with wine.

“But, they aren’t sissies, Prussia!” He argued, not wanting others to put down France and Austria. Sure, they weren’t exactly exceedingly polite to him in the past, yet he still considered them to be friends. Prussia wasn’t the only one who considered a muscular Italy to be a creepy image. As soon as Italy imagined himself as ripped, he shook the thought away from his head. Totally not appealing.

“I’ve been really good, Prussia. I wasn’t able to spend as much time with my friends before, yet I’m glad I can see them today! Oh, and the other day I had this really good pasta I ate that tasted better than anything I’ve ever eaten before! And to put the cherry on top, I was drinking this really nice red wine! I don’t know why you don’t like wine, Prussia. I should take you to vineyards to go wine tasting. And then we can pitch a tent in my front yard and have fun and invite everyone else too! And then – Ahh, sorry! I didn’t mean to ramble … Nee, how have you been, Prussia?” Despite his constant digressing, Italy did not pay any worry to it and continued behaving as if he didn’t do it in the first place.

Italy gently took the wine bottle from Germany and poured the red liquid into a wineglass. He cheerfully thanked Germany and made a remark on how he thought beer to be too bitter. After only one sip from the drink did he immediately put down the glass and dash to the new nation arriving, “Japan, Japan!” The country was just as stiff as Germany, though nonetheless Italy hugged Japan before asking how he was.

[RussiaPink]

Preußen
Deutsche Demokratische Republik
Gilbert Beilschmidt

I am a Prussian;
Knowest thou my colors?

"Well, if Italy says it'll be fun, I'll try this tent-and-wine thing! Just remember that beer remains more awesome." Prussia grinned and reached out to ruffle the other boy's hair. He liked Italy - cute and affectionate and small, kind of like little Adler. Even if the boy did have no taste in food and couldn't fight a war to save his life. "But in return, you gotta let me take you out to a beer garden, got it? Beer gardens are almost as awesome as I am! Hahaha!"

The burst of laughter stopped as Japan entered, interrupted so Prussia could offer the other a wave and a grin. "Yo, Japan! Long time no see!" He had never been particularly close to the rest of the Axis, but company was company.

Not that he needed company, of course. His bird and his computer were more than enough for someone as amazingly awesome as him. Still, he wasn't complaining about having it now that he did. It meant more people to revel in his glory, after all.

He sighed very quietly as Italy dashed off to join Japan, grabbing a beer and draining down quite a bit of it before turning to face his brother again. "Gang's all here again, eh, West?"

Not every day may gleam with sunshine;
from time to time a cloud and shower nears.
So may never read anybody in my face,
the wish of them.
Although near and far
quite many would like to change places with me;
Their happiness is deceit and their freedom is illusion:
I am a Prussian , want nothing to be but a Prussian.

[impiousLion]

s u c h -- a ------ l o n e l y --------- d a y

R u s s i aFORSNOWIE_SOUL'SUSE.NOSTEALING. DDDD<
☇XXXI v a n - B r a g i n s k yNOSTEALING,BETCHES.

Reluctantly, Ivan shook Francis's hand, giving him a fake smile, as he always did. His eyes were then redirected to the house. Judging by the size and condition it was in, you could tell France had many servants. He wouldn't dare do this much cleaning. Russia sighed.

"Yet I still have more..." Servants, he meant. Russia's enormous home was always in its finest condition. And it was because he, as he said, had more servants to do the dirty work. Though he did hold some things against France, he continued inspecting the little details in the house. And he had to admit, the overwelming, though still pleasant, scent of fresh roses and other flowers was a very nice touch.
But honestly, this was a meeting, not a tour. They were here to discuss important business, for God's sake.
France opened the door to reveal China standing patiently with a grin on his face. They greeted each other happily, except Russia. He refused to even say hello. You could tell China wasn't very enthusiastic about seeing him either, mostly because of the little disagreement they had not too long ago.
One thing still annoyed Russia...That damned America was still missing.

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