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Oct 08, 2012 21:57

[A few hours ago Austria was probably awoken by a text from Prussia informing him that she's coming over to spend the night and that there will be lots of alcohol involved whether he likes it or not. He missed her first birthday after all, he has no room to complain. After sending that text Prussia spent her day shopping and otherwise procuring ( Read more... )

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whorestria October 9 2012, 02:14:10 UTC
[After sending a sleepy and probably mispelled text back to reluctantly acquiesce, Austria eventually rises from his coffi- er, bed, immediately noting the chill in the air. Though he's been putting it off as long as possible, the thought of the gas bill looming, he gives in and orders heaters turned on and fires lit, and what's more he bundles up in a cosy sweater. Cardigans are manly, you know.

While waiting for her to arrive, he busies himself with making chocolates. They're simple circles, but he's kind enough to pipe a little bit of orange fondant on to some of them and make pumpkin faces. Of course, he's interrupted by all her...preußischness.]

Must you assault my front door?

[He swings it open as he says this, so let's hope she wasn't mid-kick.]

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wild_kuken October 9 2012, 02:20:29 UTC
[His sleepy text is saved in the inner workings of her phone for all of eternity now; she loves when he;s off his game in cute ways!

She was in mid-kick as it happens, but her reflexes are fast enough she kind of just wiggles there instead of hitting him.]

If I didn't you wouldn't come get me!

[Look how cute she is arms overflowing with all her goodies, don't pick on her too much.]

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whorestria October 9 2012, 02:24:57 UTC
[Terrible.

He watches her wiggle on the spot with mild interest, before looking at her armful of junk.]

Did a bag or basket of some kind not occur to you...?

[He steps back to let her in, gently relieving her of one or two perilously positioned burdens.]

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wild_kuken October 9 2012, 02:29:15 UTC
[How rude to just watch her wiggle in distress!]

They wouldn't fit.

[She follows him inside, a little more sure of herself once he takes some of the more unstable goodies. Making her way to the kitchen she finally puts down everything on the counter and turns back to him excitedly.]

You made me chocolate!?

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