[Lovino Vargas] 11th Bottle of Wine [Video]

[in_italia]

Teddesco... Hey, Tedde! I got you some beer, damnit, do you want it or not? [He holds up a bottle of generic German beer and waves it in maybe a slightly teasing manner. Because he has this disgusting stuff and poor Tedde doesn't.] Hurry up and respond, ya jerk!

Comments

[behaupten]

... This is why you wanted the beer.

[See this smirk on this awesome face? It's directed to you.]

[in_italia]

Si. You got a problem with that, bastard?

[That smirk is met with a challenging glare.]

[behaupten]

Nope. Never thought you'd make a German friend, that's all.

[in_italia]

H... he's not my friend, damnit! [Defensive, much?]

So much for "hurry up" *sheepish grin*

[thatsmysausage]

[In spite of Lovino's demand to hurry up and respond, it takes Germany a little while to get back to him and when he does, he looks like a drowned rat. His German flag t-shirt is as soppy wet as his hair and smeared with black, there is another black streak on his left cheek.]

Italy! Lovino, sorry, Lovino! You... you... [He looks at him with awe.] Did you say beer?

Still fashionably late. |D

[in_italia]

[Lovino gives him an odd look.]

...What the hell happened...? Mph, nevermind, I don't care. Get your ass over here, there's shitty German beer and I'll get you some towels or something. I'd offer clothes, but I doubt you'd fit into mine or Venneciano's. [Without waiting for a response, he gives the directions from the train station to Venneciano's house, and maybe Tedde can figure it out from there.]

[video-> action]

[thatsmysausage]

[He gapes at Lovino for a little while as his mind struggles to catch up. Well... at least Lovino isn't going to come over and see the mess with his own eyes.] Yeah, I'm on my way. I'll just... uh... [He makes a vague handwaving motion.] I'm on my way!

[He ends the transmission.

An hour later, he knocks at the door, still looking wet, bedraggled and holding an equally bedraggled potted African violet.]

[in_italia]

[And once he hears the knock, Lovino readily ushers Tedde inside, snatches the plant from him and dumps two or three towels on him.] No beer until you're dry, and I found a blanket so you can stay warm, if you need it I guess I can do something about your clothes. How what the fuck happened to you? Should I punch you for something? [Glory behold, he's entered his own version of mother hen mode.]