Well, since you're here, please sit and have some beer, and maybe we should have a good conversation. If I am not working, of course. Or if you are not French.
Über mich...? Das ist ein Bisschen schwierig zu erklären. I'd rather if you could stay and have a beer with me... wait, you didn't come here to ask for money, ja?
((RP account for Germany, from AP Hetalia. Sometimes dark!Germany. For Tumblrtalia.
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Hmph
What, Gilbert…?
HMPH
What, Gilbert…? Are you sick? I told you that you’d be sick if you continued to eat those american food.
American food is shit! They have their nasty orange potatoes. I fucking hate those things.
Yes, and I told you that… ! Now, if your stomach are hurting, I’ll find some medicine, ja? Just don’t eat again… !
ofdaisiesandknivesDo I…? No, I’m just a bit tired, ja? I’m fine… ! Let’s start, then…? /he smiled weakly to the Italian/
“Oh, so that was it..” He said, speaking more to himself than Ludwig. “Sure…fine.”
“Thank you for coming with me. But, first, what did you mean with “it”…?”
“Nothing, that meant nothing. Lets just go, okay? I rather not stay out too late.”
“If you are thinking about… that… you are right, that’s exactly that I was thinking about. You are right.”
Lovino suddenly looked confused.
“Wait…What?”
“Well, I thought you understood, Lovino… ! I was meaning… rings… wedding bands….” He blushed a bit.
Oh hey I know you! You’re Leiderhosen-Guy who lost the soccer match to Arthur! Dude he was boasting about that all week long.
Arthur told you that…? Ja, unfortunally… you don’t have to remember me that, thank you for doing.
Pfft, you’re lucky at least you get to wear some form of traditional German wear. Me, I get stuck in freakin’ maid dresses and women’s frilly underwear! I don’t know man, it just like appears out of nowhere and it’s major embarrassing.
… Then again you’re German, you’re probably into all that kinky shit, huh? Hehe…
“Even so…! The clothe’s fine when we use it in the right time. I mean, september and october. Not may. But, yes, looking on this side, it’s better to wear some of my traditional clothes than wearing women’s outfits. Do you also make this bets with Arthur…? And, what are you calling “kinky shit”…? No, Alfred, I’m not, you are wrong.”
Hmph
What, Gilbert…?
HMPH
What, Gilbert…? Are you sick? I told you that you’d be sick if you continued to eat those american food.
hiredhitmanfarneseI never said I hate you, men. And I really don’t, so… just don’t worry.
But he was also feeling that he had to work… or everything would accumulate… and he would not have time to travel with Feliciano…
“I hate that English…”
He looked again to his clothes.
“No… I’ll stay in home.”
Arthur looks at the building, checking the paper in his hand if he was at the right place. Nodding at himself, he adjusted the coat hanging on his arm, and went inside, knocking at the front door.
This morning he had felt an impulse to see Germany., for reasons he himself could not explain. Thinking, however, it would be explained once he saw him, he went without question. Now he was thinking whether this was a mistake…Ludwig was preparing a coffee, thinking if he could or not at least send a message to Francis, saying that he’s sick. When he took his cellphone, he listened to the door being knocked. “Maybe it’s just Gilbert… I hope…” And he opened the door, giving a step back, surprised, when he saw Arthur. “W-what…?! What are you doing here…? Anything happened?!” He blushed hardly, realizing that he was still wearing that clothes. “I… can’t go to the meeting today… I have some… problems to solve here.”
Arthur stared blankly at Ludwig for a moment, before turning his head away politely, a slight flush coming on his cheeks. “I-I see., but that’s not what I’m here for. May I come in?” he asked, still looking away.
But what was he here for? He cringed inside, as he took a fleeting glance at Ludwig before turning his head away again.“O-of course, please, come in.” He looked to the other side of the room, also embarrassed about the clothes. “So, anything happened? I know that it’s a complicated situation, but you don’t actually have to be worried with, I’ll take care fo everything.”
Arthur went inside, keeping his eyes away from the other. It amused him to some degree, seeing the great and proud Germany become vulnerable, but he knew inside it was dangerous for him to linger on such things., damn. He should keep his mind off this too. At least until he was alone.
“The meeting was not a problem…” he hesitates here, and continues. “In fact, it was quite unproductive, what with America’s pig-headedness, and the absence of your control.”“Ja, I can imagine. Alfred’s always a bother on that meeting, mainly because he can’t just keep in silence for a single minute. But, did you came here just to give me a report of the meeting, or something like that? By the way, do you want a drink, Arthur? And, please, sit down. You seem a bit tense, anything happened? I know… you can laugh if you want, that clothes seem ridiculous.” Ludwig gave a small laugh, but not that happily.
Smiling a little at his seemingly forced laugh, he nodded gratefully, sitting down on the couch. “That would be nice, thank you.” He replies, keeping his eyes away. He was still not sure how to address his being here, no enlightenment of any sort coming to him, so he kept mum about it for now, until pressed. Which he dearly hoped he would not be.
“Ja, just hold a second. A beer is fine for you?” Without waiting for the other’s answer, Ludwig went through the other room, and the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with two glasses of beer. ”Here.” He sat, in the couch in front of where England was, and stared at him for a while. “Hm, Arthur, it’s not that I don’t want you to come, but, anything happened? I mean, anything bad…? You seem a bit nervous, and well, I could say that your visit it… unexpectable.”
Does anyone want…to do anything?
Lili, what do you mean with “do”…?
/throws her popsicle stick at him/ Not in that way, brother. You know that.
I know, Lili, but… I’m sorry, that was stupid. I’m sorry.
/holds out a blue Sharpie marker to him/ Would you sign my wrist cast? /holds out her right wrist which has a white cast on it and already someone’s signature that’s calling her ‘sexy’/
“Well, if you want…” He took the marken and signed “Meine beliebt Schwester”, blushing a bit when read “sexy”. “Who signed that…? Can I know..? Your boyfriend…?”
“Na.” Lilli laughed softly, knowing a good reason why he would think that. “My nena, Trinity signed it. I only wish that I had a boyfriend.”
“I see… why are you laughing…? You could easily have a boyfriend, am I wrong?” He gave a small laugh, patting her shoulder. “Oh, please, Lili. You could easily find a boyfriend.”
