✤ twenty nine; (my head is at half; i'm searching the clouds for the score)

[windmill]

[He snapped out of his droning a few hours ago.

-and then hadn't said a word about it, quietly checking a calendar- (Missed my own fuckin' birthday? Tch)- and ensuring that Taiwan continued to sleep safely in their bed. He'd silently checked on Saki and Mindy, as well, pausing only briefly at their doorways before gently picking up Chocomeltje

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A very long post wherein nothing happens

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas wakes up early that morning. Actually, he'd been sleeping late and waking up early every morning for a while now, despite the fact that he has nothing important to do. He's thinking he'll call Olivier some time and ask if she wants him to try his hand at limb-restoring since it's already been a while since he Laid Hands on Sideswipe. But he doesn't feel like it right now. If he tries to restore anyone today, he will have another massive doubt attack and end up turning the person into a frog and he'll lose all his PSI for a month or whatever it is that happens to heroes who have massive doubt attacks until he comes to a stunning revelation about The Power of Love, even if he's already had four or five of those in the last year

L...Lucaaaaas ;u;

[windmill]

[When he eventually heads home after lurking about the mountaintop, he'll check the mail.

And then pause and just stare. He has a few of Lucas's drawings, and there's no mistaking the artist of these. All at once the guilt twists him again. It's the same guilt he feels over his droning when it comes to Belgium and Taiwan. The guilt of disappointing and abandoning family.

Lucas may be his adopted citizen and very likely his best friend here, but he's family, too, and the man knows it isn't fair not to talk to him. Netherlands wonders just how he can be so very old and yet so emotionally walled in this way; how he can have experienced so much (war, occupation, the birth and death of his empire) and yet still have trouble with this simplest of things. Yet it's a wondering that's been pondered and abandoned; there is no use in questioning himself when it takes so, so long for a nation to change.

Still, though. He finds himself at Lucas's door, and knocks.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[It is a more reasonable time of day to be awake now, and so Lucas doesn't think much of the knock. The milkman has been and gone, and the rest of his family is about their thing. He happens to be the closest one to the door. He also happens to have half a bagel in his mouth.]

. . .

[He feels like closing the door again. Did the drone realize whose pictures they were?]

Good morning. Can I help you?

[windmill]

[Lucas's question strikes him as very cold, and he thinks Of course. He doesn't blame him if he's angry.]

...I got your drawings...

[That's all he can think of to say. So eloquent.]

[themoenation]

[Hinomoto was taking a jog. So, she was dressed in whatever the 50s equivalent of an exercise outfit could be, her hair tied back a little less formally as she ran. Why was she running here? Don't even ask this was the best I could come up with okay.

But as she spots Netherlands, she hesitates, and stops, redirecting herself to approach him.]

Ah.. Ne-chan!

[windmill]

[SHE PROBABLY LOOKS SO MOE.

kjdfhkjdg looking up! And... abruptly looking away, because hello female Japan, your presence is abruptly a little painful.]

...Hinomoto.

[themoenation]

[SHE DOES. But anyway, noticing his tone, she instinctively stops moving.]

... Ah, would I be bothering you if I asked to sit with you?

[windmill]

[shifts a little on the car, because he's always had trouble saying 'no' to Japan, in any form]

I don't mind.

[couldbeeeepthem]

[When he had checked on Saki, her mind had instantly 'heard' him. Waiting until she heard footsteps leave, she calmly got out of bed, dressed, and then went out to follow his waves.

Which is why, moments into his brooding, he'll hear a familiar voice speak from right behind the car.]

I hope you're not planning to make out with that rabbit.

[windmill]

[JUMPS A LITTLE. He really ought to be used to this by now, but Saki will always be able to successfully freak him out.]

...Wh...

[would normally have a better reply, b-but. daughter.] I wasn't gonna...

[couldbeeeepthem]

...

[Walking up to him.]

I'll say this once. I am glad to see you back.

[windmill]

...Ha. Really.

[armywithcountry]

[Guess who still hasn't figured out what 'Makeout Point' is actually meant to be for? As far as Prussia's concerned, it's a relatively isolated area that's decent for both strategically mapping out the town and training. He's practicing strokes with his sword - he doesn't care how 'modern' the town is, there's nothing wrong with staying in shape and skill with a blade will always come in handy - when he spots Netherlands at his car

[windmill]

[Oh, Prussia, if only you knew. Whatever, though- Netherlands isn't using it for its purpose anyway. He just likes the view and the isolation- being alone long enough to think. (It's not hiding. No. Of course not. What is there to hide from? (Everything, really.))

When Prussia taps him with the blade, he looks up, falters, isn't sure what to say, but-- his tone is a little weird. Netherlands doesn't blame the guy. He'd done something to get droned, and he'd be pissed at himself, too.

Still, he finds himself focusing on the weapon as he talks.]

...Didn't wanna be down there. [Well, it's the truth. Part of it.]

[armywithcountry]

[Prussia cocks his head and studies Netherlands' face. He's pretty sure drones don't wear angsty expressions - as far as he can tell, they're constantly disgustingly cheerful, even when he's beating the shit out of them - but the sword at his neck might have something to do with it. Still . . .]

That you, Netherlands? You back?

[windmill]

[Still focusing on the blade, he nods mutely.]

[riflerosti]

[And guess who's up here...Erm...Shooting things? It's not exactly unexpected.

Either way, you'll hear a gun shot ring out somewhere lower down the mountain before Switzerland appears not too much later. Hell knows what he was taking a shot at.

Hello, you're looking decidedly not drone-ish today. We may be pleased about this, but whatever; scowl.]

[windmill]

[Normal as ever, he sees. It's kind of relieving.]

...Hoi.