neunzehn ; various ; various ; Marshal 212

[brotundbier]

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This month's Survival CRash Course will be set for tomorrow, 29. December. I reccommend any person who's arrived in the city this last month to attend, although that does not mean others can attend as well. Due to the damage at the High School from a recent fire, the event will be held in the Elementary School, room 101, at two o'clock

Comments

[italianshadow]

The mistletoe looks kind of decorative, though. And it makes everything look more like the holidays!

[italianshadow]

Well, I've been told I have... but I don't remember! I guess I'm sad I don't, since there must have been other people I knew, but I'll just have to remember this time instead!

[brotundbier]

((he puffs a moment, enjoying the cold air.))

I think I'd rather just be back home. Six months is too long.

[italianshadow]

Has it... has it really been that bad for you here? [he fidgets a little, looking at the ground.]

I mean, we've had some good times, right...?

[brotundbier]

((To THIS.

To THIS he falls very quiet....

deathly quiet.

He might have even hesitated his walk a moment there.

No wait, he just plain stopped, kind of looking at italy.))

[italianshadow]

[Italy shuffles a bit to a stop, looking up at Germany maybe a little sadly.

He will be expecting an answer. Eventually.]

[brotundbier]

(('we've had some good times, right...?'

Germany wasn't completely sure how to answer. He could only think of the bad times. It was in his nature, though, to keep what is real and present forward in his mind, and the rest in back. The danger, the hunger, the constant stuggle to survive, and even to survive together seemed all that much more real.

Yet, he couldn't quite bring himself to support his previous statement. Why? It was just as simple to say 'I'd still rather be home' the second time as it was the first. Something had to be interfering.

Germany stared stared the entire time I typed that paragraph how long, you will never know, and finally, at the final period, turned his head away and began walking again.

He didn't give any answer, and only hoped that Italy would follow so he could think.))

[italianshadow]

[Italy just kind of watches Germany for a little bit, and eventually looks down and starts fidgeting just a little to try and keep his mind from wandering too much... but it was. What was he supposed to do here? He'd made the situation awkward for them both and now he wasn't sure what he could do to fix it.

Eventually looking up at Germany, he couldn't find any more words until they began walking again.]

Germany, you... I mean, if you...

I'm really sorry.

[brotundbier]

((Just... still walking.))

[italianshadow]

[Italy's gonna keep talking to attempt to avoid the awkwardness.]

I'm really sorry I got all confused that one day and thought you were Holy Roman Empire. And when Christmas came and there was mistletoe and you've been really awkward since then so it must've been something I did and I'm really sorry. I don't want Germany to be too thoughtful because then he gets sad and... and I really like spending time with Germany.

If Germany wants to go home, I understand. Home is where we belong, right? To do our work and for our people and... I suppose for ourselves.

[brotundbier]

((....))

Italy?

[italianshadow]

[Italy looks from his hands up at Germany.]

Germany?

[brotundbier]

((a puff.))

It's nice spending time with you.

[italianshadow]

[He stops walking abruptly, and smiles.]

You... you really like spending time with me? I thought you thought I was annoying...

[brotundbier]

((He turns back then Italy stops, then wavers his head a little at the second remark.))

You are.

[italianshadow]

... But you don't mind?