oh god
so hungryyyy
I started drawing again after a couple of weeks of drought artistically and gosh I'm, like, pouring out ideas now. It's refreshing. or something
umm! so I haven't gotten that far with the crossover fic but I decided to post the prologue I've written out?? orz
some time in the future
-a city street in germany
The other two they’d managed to find were getting along well-maybe even too well-and as each of the German men simultaneously sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, both wondered the exact same thing; How in hell did this happen?
It’d started out the same: they were on the run from the WPF, this time stopping in Carsten’s heritage country of Germany. Carsten himself was fluent in the vernacular, so despite Arih’s constant persistence to help out, most of the time the boy had gotten around himself.
It seemed like a routine thing now that they’d gone through so many countries, but what he hadn’t counted on was the appearance of a certain Italian on the street who, having lost his partner, was growing antsy from having no one to talk to.
“Ciao! Where are you going?”
Arih wheeled around to the sound of the voice, only to find Italy and his errant haircurl and blank expression of pure happiness shining in her direction.
The android girl was thirsting for interaction as well, seeing as Carsten had been ‘mean’ and had sucked up all conversation for the past few hours. Before Carsten could say anything, she pranced over to the smiling Italian, putting on a large smile herself. “Hello! We’re just walking around. I’m Arih! What’s your name?”
The Italian man’s haircurl seemed to twitch ever so slightly as he spoke in his slightly obnoxiously loud voice. “I’m Italia Veneziano! But most people call me Italy, so you can call me Italy!”
Carsten had been wondering why it had suddenly become so quiet between the three of them, but he figured Arih had decided to simply be silent. It was when they decided to sit down at a small café for lunch that he’d realized the android had completely disappeared.
“…Schieße,” he muttered under his breath.
The only thing Germany remembered around that time was Italy getting lost in the crowd for the nth time that day, whether it be for a stray cat or a flower or a ladybug, he didn’t know. He sighed, being too used to this, and started his typical search-and-rescue for the other man.
Italy and Arih both had a habit of gathering a crowd around them no matter what they did, so it wasn’t too hard for Germany, Carsten, and Minette to find the two instigators.
The place in point was a little restaurant on the side of the street, in a shaded outside eating area. The restaurant itself wasn’t much, but it looked very quaint and endearing. There was a small crowd there which made the restaurant look even smaller, and some wailing could be heard and the entire scene looked quite frantic with people and their hushed whispering.
“I can’t eat this!” Arih cried, looking at Italy with big, sad eyes. In front of her was a plate of pasta, sitting innocently on the tablecloth.
Of course, to the normal person, this situation would seem completely abnormal, so it should be revealed that Arih, as an android, was incapable of two things in this situation: One, she was unable to process foods such as pasta, and two, her tears have no water.
Italy, who didn’t notice small details like these, tried to calm her down and saying it’s okay, they could still play with some really pretty flowers later, or maybe he’d introduce her to Germany~ or he could meet her friends, or something pleasant like that, but Arih continued to sob.
Right then, Carsten and Germany both cut into the crowd, grabbed their targets’ shoulders, and proceeded to drag the two of them out of the restaurant, Italy quickly throwing the tab for the pasta onto the table.
“Why’d you just run off without any warning?! You could have gotten into serious trouble, or captured, or-” Carsten’s tirade seemed endless, and Arih simply hung her head although both of them knew she’d do it again regardless of how many times she was reprimanded. Germany, however, seemed to have given up with Italy decades ago.
“Well, I made Italy my friend! We’re going to be best friends forever!” Arih said, linking arms with the Italian. The other’s smile promptly shone brighter than before, and before Carsten could say anything else, the two were chattering away animatedly.
The larger German man spoke to the younger.
“What’s the damage for you?”
“Priceless android. You?”
“Anthropomorphic personification of the country Italy. Well, one of them anyway. Sounds hard on you.”
“Same for you.”
The two were talking about this as if it was an idle chat about the weather, but both never forgot to keep a careful eye on the two that had a habit of wandering about. The two Germans talked about much while watching the android and the Italian prancing around, and Carsten couldn’t help but think it wasn’t all that bad after all despite a lingering grudge he’d had on Italy for making Arih cry.
But what he was really in for was one of the wildest few weeks of his life. He would never regret going over the subject of headache and stomachache medicines with his home country.
I started drawing again after a couple of weeks of drought artistically and gosh I'm, like, pouring out ideas now. It's refreshing. or something
umm! so I haven't gotten that far with the crossover fic but I decided to post the prologue I've written out?? orz
some time in the future
-a city street in germany
The other two they’d managed to find were getting along well-maybe even too well-and as each of the German men simultaneously sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, both wondered the exact same thing; How in hell did this happen?
It’d started out the same: they were on the run from the WPF, this time stopping in Carsten’s heritage country of Germany. Carsten himself was fluent in the vernacular, so despite Arih’s constant persistence to help out, most of the time the boy had gotten around himself.
It seemed like a routine thing now that they’d gone through so many countries, but what he hadn’t counted on was the appearance of a certain Italian on the street who, having lost his partner, was growing antsy from having no one to talk to.
“Ciao! Where are you going?”
Arih wheeled around to the sound of the voice, only to find Italy and his errant haircurl and blank expression of pure happiness shining in her direction.
The android girl was thirsting for interaction as well, seeing as Carsten had been ‘mean’ and had sucked up all conversation for the past few hours. Before Carsten could say anything, she pranced over to the smiling Italian, putting on a large smile herself. “Hello! We’re just walking around. I’m Arih! What’s your name?”
The Italian man’s haircurl seemed to twitch ever so slightly as he spoke in his slightly obnoxiously loud voice. “I’m Italia Veneziano! But most people call me Italy, so you can call me Italy!”
Carsten had been wondering why it had suddenly become so quiet between the three of them, but he figured Arih had decided to simply be silent. It was when they decided to sit down at a small café for lunch that he’d realized the android had completely disappeared.
“…Schieße,” he muttered under his breath.
The only thing Germany remembered around that time was Italy getting lost in the crowd for the nth time that day, whether it be for a stray cat or a flower or a ladybug, he didn’t know. He sighed, being too used to this, and started his typical search-and-rescue for the other man.
Italy and Arih both had a habit of gathering a crowd around them no matter what they did, so it wasn’t too hard for Germany, Carsten, and Minette to find the two instigators.
The place in point was a little restaurant on the side of the street, in a shaded outside eating area. The restaurant itself wasn’t much, but it looked very quaint and endearing. There was a small crowd there which made the restaurant look even smaller, and some wailing could be heard and the entire scene looked quite frantic with people and their hushed whispering.
“I can’t eat this!” Arih cried, looking at Italy with big, sad eyes. In front of her was a plate of pasta, sitting innocently on the tablecloth.
Of course, to the normal person, this situation would seem completely abnormal, so it should be revealed that Arih, as an android, was incapable of two things in this situation: One, she was unable to process foods such as pasta, and two, her tears have no water.
Italy, who didn’t notice small details like these, tried to calm her down and saying it’s okay, they could still play with some really pretty flowers later, or maybe he’d introduce her to Germany~ or he could meet her friends, or something pleasant like that, but Arih continued to sob.
Right then, Carsten and Germany both cut into the crowd, grabbed their targets’ shoulders, and proceeded to drag the two of them out of the restaurant, Italy quickly throwing the tab for the pasta onto the table.
“Why’d you just run off without any warning?! You could have gotten into serious trouble, or captured, or-” Carsten’s tirade seemed endless, and Arih simply hung her head although both of them knew she’d do it again regardless of how many times she was reprimanded. Germany, however, seemed to have given up with Italy decades ago.
“Well, I made Italy my friend! We’re going to be best friends forever!” Arih said, linking arms with the Italian. The other’s smile promptly shone brighter than before, and before Carsten could say anything else, the two were chattering away animatedly.
The larger German man spoke to the younger.
“What’s the damage for you?”
“Priceless android. You?”
“Anthropomorphic personification of the country Italy. Well, one of them anyway. Sounds hard on you.”
“Same for you.”
The two were talking about this as if it was an idle chat about the weather, but both never forgot to keep a careful eye on the two that had a habit of wandering about. The two Germans talked about much while watching the android and the Italian prancing around, and Carsten couldn’t help but think it wasn’t all that bad after all despite a lingering grudge he’d had on Italy for making Arih cry.
But what he was really in for was one of the wildest few weeks of his life. He would never regret going over the subject of headache and stomachache medicines with his home country.