Nope, not an Arthur behind this door. Instead, Prussia gets an Antonio with a bowl of gazpacho and what looks like a pile of children's clothes, including a very familiar apron.
"Sorry. He's not here." He answers cheerfully enough, smile brightening as he greets his old friend. "Hello Gilbert! What do you need Arthur for?"
"Ahhh, damnit." He sighs and enters the room anyways. Even if it's not England, he could spend some time talking to Spain. A bit of sympathy would be nice, after all. Prussia settles on the floor next to the wall, watching Antonio curiously. "We were drinking the other night... um... about four or five days ago... and I still feel like crap."
"Really?" Spain chuckles as he sorts through the clothes. "What did you drink? It sounds awful."
He glances up at the question about the clothes. "Hm? Oh, I found some clothes for Romano and I'm also sorting out what he might not like and what he might." There are a couple of tshirts, shorts, a lot of them with tomato prints and designs on them for some reason.
"Let's see... whiskey, scotch... um... Apfelkorn... Bärenfang, Jägermeister... what else... oh! This Godawful 'rum' or grog or whatever the fuck the bastard called it."
He has to chuckle looking at all the tomato prints. That's cute. "Which Romano? I kinda imagine there are a few of them around here."
Spain shakes his head at the list of drinks, grinning slightly. "All that, really? Then I think you shouldn't feel surprised you feel awful even days after~"
"He's a little one, my Romano." He smiles fondly at the thought of the grumpy little Nation he has been taking care of here in HQ. "Just a child. And so adorable~" A headbutting, cursing child, but you know how Spain is.
"Oh come on! Aside from the stuff I've never heard of before that's a perfectly normal night!" He harrumphs and draws his uniform coat tighter around him. "And probably not the dress, then." Well, children are adorable, though he'd have to question his friend's sanity over the headbutting being cute.
Spain just laughs because it's true. Them and their drinking shenanigans. "Then one of those things that you haven't heard of must be what has caused it."
And Spain nods at the dress. "Yes, I thought so~ He seemed so happy to be out of the apron the last time I helped him change." It's not really the headbutting, but more like how Romano is just so adorable, regardless of it.
"It's probably that awful grog crap. Knew I shouldn't've trusted an unmarked bottle." He sighs and watches Spain sort through the clothing, nodding absently in agreement before speaking again. "Maybe you should get his opinion? I dunno, some kids like having a say in what they wear." He moves closer to peer at the outfits, then sniffs.
Sniff. "Um. Is that... tomato... based...?" Pointing to the bowl of gazpacho next to Spain. Also edging away slowly while looking like he might be ill.
"You should never drink from unmarked bottles." Though that advice is almost always never followed in their little threesome. They've always been rather daring with the things that they drink. And you know what they say, what can't kill you will certainly make you stronger.
"Hm?" Spain glances to what Gilbert points to and of course nods. "Yes~ Gazpacho~ Cold tomato soup!"
"I do." Spain agrees and he never stops reminding him even if he never listens. It's what friends do.
"You don't want any?" He asks curiously as he picks up the bowl and starts eating. Usually Prussia will grab whatever food there is within reach, no matter what it is, whether he's hungry or not. This is strange and new.
"N-nein! I said keep it over there." Putting another foot between himself and Antonio, though his progress his halted by the wall. If he looks a bit nauseous, that is because he definitely is, hand coming up to cover his mouth, as though that will keep him from throwing up.
More puzzled blinking. "You must be feeling really sick..." He takes another bite of the cold soup. "The bathroom's over there if you need to throw up." He nods towards the direction of the door to the side. So nonchalant.
"...You could say that again. Don't even know why..." He's definitely whinging, because there is food. Food in the same room as he is. And he cannot bring himself to be near it, never mind eat it. Except food and he wants it, because he does love to eat.
He takes pity on his friend and sets the bowl aside. Then he focuses on him and tries to figure it out, "How are you feeling exactly? Feel anything else aside from feeling sick about food?"
"S'not food in general. Just tomatoes. And garlic. And onions. ....booze too." Behold, the portrait of abject misery. A Prussia without beer is a sad, pitiful thing. "And I've had headaches off and on. Back hurts a bit too." He drums his fingers against the floor, before tracing along the pattern of the woodgrain.
Nope, not an Arthur behind this door. Instead, Prussia gets an Antonio with a bowl of gazpacho and what looks like a pile of children's clothes, including a very familiar apron.
"Sorry. He's not here." He answers cheerfully enough, smile brightening as he greets his old friend. "Hello Gilbert! What do you need Arthur for?"
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"What're you doing?"
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He glances up at the question about the clothes. "Hm? Oh, I found some clothes for Romano and I'm also sorting out what he might not like and what he might." There are a couple of tshirts, shorts, a lot of them with tomato prints and designs on them for some reason.
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He has to chuckle looking at all the tomato prints. That's cute. "Which Romano? I kinda imagine there are a few of them around here."
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"He's a little one, my Romano." He smiles fondly at the thought of the grumpy little Nation he has been taking care of here in HQ. "Just a child. And so adorable~" A headbutting, cursing child, but you know how Spain is.
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And Spain nods at the dress. "Yes, I thought so~ He seemed so happy to be out of the apron the last time I helped him change." It's not really the headbutting, but more like how Romano is just so adorable, regardless of it.
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Sniff. "Um. Is that... tomato... based...?" Pointing to the bowl of gazpacho next to Spain. Also edging away slowly while looking like he might be ill.
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"Hm?" Spain glances to what Gilbert points to and of course nods. "Yes~ Gazpacho~ Cold tomato soup!"
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He's just inching further away from it, in that case. "Awesome. Keep it over there." He can smell the tomato from here. Ugh. Do not want. DO NOT WANT.
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"You don't want any?" He asks curiously as he picks up the bowl and starts eating. Usually Prussia will grab whatever food there is within reach, no matter what it is, whether he's hungry or not. This is strange and new.
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