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-//Sitting there with an annoying yellow puff ball screeching into his ear//
//Gilbert's burdened me with the young chicken today and I'm not doing a very good job at it//
//help me liz//
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{ /arrives late with starbucks/ thank you dear ovo;; }
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(( So after a long ass time
I have finished your commission.Β nordic-vestmann.deviantart.comβ¦
btw your webcam is making me hungry ))
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{ screams it's gorgeous-- Β }
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Why yo booty smell like a bag of fish sticks?
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. . . . . . . . .What?
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< hack >
< hack >
< cough >
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so is that a ye?
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"Hunnnnnnnnnnnnnnngaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" Gilbert shouted at you being only a little ways away. He braced himself however to be ready to flee if you came after him with that frying pan.
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The thought of a pan was ridiculous,Β
as the Hungarian never used such things.
But as to why the Prussian was around made her curious--Β
" Oh-? Hello Gilbert is there something you need in particular? "
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"Well I...! Err, no not particularly but." He shrugged feeling awkward now. Why'd she have to ask his agenda? Sheesh, that was uncalled for. "What's happening?"
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"Elizabeta!" the Indian woman greeted the Hungarian with a big smile, skipping over to the other in a rather childish glee. She did the familiar kiss on both cheeks as was common in Europe, something she had picked up over the years. She did hope, at least, that Hungarian culture followed the same general greeting. She had been slacking as of late on differentiating between European cultures as of late, starting with trying to figure out which European countries still used their own currency and which used the Euro, and from there it progressed into an overall blurring of the lines.
"Oh, it's been much too long, dearie!" she chirped as she looked over the other quickly. "You're looking lovely, as usual!"
She took a step back, calming herself down a little. Not the easiest thing for her to do, but she tried, at least. It was the thought that counts, right?
"Anyway, we haven't spent a lot of time together as of late, and my boss said it would be a good idea to hang out with you. So I was thinking we could do a girls day/night?" Puppy dog eyes. You could almost see her imaginary tail wagging as she looked to the other woman expectantly. Seriously, did she ever act her age.
"Maybe do some shopping, go out to eat, hit a club,Β take a stroll in a park, whatever, really. Just to, you know, sit back, relax, slow down and enjoy ourselves."
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"Hallo, Hungary," the Austrian said, giving her a bow. "How are you doing?"
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" Hm-? Oh hello Roderich, I'm fine I suppose. . ?
What in particular brings you here? "
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"It was either visit you or stay in the house all day with Gilbert."
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((ohmygosh this page -loves forever- could i have the honor of rping with you~? :3))
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{ Oh-? Thank you, sure if you like. }
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[ OOOOOOMG THIS HUNGARY IS SO PERF HHAAAAAHHHH I'M CRYING]
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{ Oh thank you! o v o
Your Canada is quite lovely as well~ }
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[My pleasure >u<
Ah thank you very much uvu/]
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{ Not a problem bun-- }
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Can you please help-
My brother is driving me up a wall-
Maybe we should team up some time and just gang up on him.
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{ No problem. }
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/ casually eats that last piece of pie
/ and attempts to scamper away
/ haha Roddy you can't run
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< catches him by the collar >
< frowns >
< uh oh >
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/ squirmy squirm
/ huff; crossing arms
Yes?
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< sigh >
You have a piece of my pie in your hand-
Does this situation seem familiar?
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Why-
Not at all!
/ seriously just staring at her
/ not connecting the dots
/ mostly because he doesn't want to
I don't see why there's a need to fuss over it.
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(( thanks so much for the watch back! Your Hungary account is lovely~ ))
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{ Oh not a problem bun-- }
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Ahem-
You.
You know how to speak child, right?
/ Roddy-
/ Roddy aren't you forgetting something-
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< sees the austrian >
< scowls and turns away >
< best part is he refers to her as 'you' >
< not a 'greetings eliza' or something >
< but she loves kids >
< show it to her and she'll soften up >
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/ right, magic Austrian manners
/ best in the world
/ huff
Hungary-
This is serious!Β It's ruining my house!
How do you make it stop?
/ crying child
/ probably just wants a cookie or something
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< frowns, not pleased >
Firstly, besides the fact I'm still mad at you--
You've known me for god knows how many years Roderich,
Yet you still have the audacity to call me Hungary?
Before that I was "you"--! I have a name you know.
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/ pinches bridge of nose like he's such a martyr
Elizabeta-
I don't have time for this frivolousness-!
Please, please, just make it stop crying...
/ shoving the child between them like a barrier
Than I will go away and you can be upset over whatever has so ruffled you.
/ very considerate, Roddy
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< long sigh >
< suddenly sees the child >
< something her clicks >
Ah-- he's adorable! Look at those eyes-
< goes off on a tangent >
< hapily beaming at the kid >
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/ just kind of stands there like he doesn't care
/ even though he thinks it the slightest bit adorable
Yes, yes-
Very cute and all that, but what's wrong with it?
F-Florian-
Not 'it'!
/ rubbing eyesΒ
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< smiles down at the child >
The poor kid is a bit hungry- when did you last feed him?
< raises brow >
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Uhm....
Can't it feet itself like Italy did?
It certainly looks old enough to do that-
It's all too high!
/ bites lip and looks away
/ fiddles with a button on his coat
....can't reach any good stuff....
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< rolls eyes >
I was the one who fed Feliciano--
Either way he can't cook for himself.
Seems like I'll just make dinner for the both of you . . .
Be thankful.
< sighs >
< turns and heads to the kitchen >
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/ success
/ free dinner yess
Well.
If you think that will help, then-
By all means-
/ lingers a moment
/ meanders after to lean in doorway
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< chuckle >
< heads towards the kitchen >
< starts to prepare the savory food >
< within 15 minutes the great smell starts to linger >
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/ trying to remain disinterested looking
/ but you know how he is about good food
Is the cutlery still in the same drawer? I could set the table, I suppose-
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Who's this pretty lady I've managed to find~?
//
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Oh hello Romulus it's been awhile--
I assume you are doing well-?
< she really looks up to this guy >
< and now she's lightly blushing >
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Of course, of course!
But enough about me~ Let us get to know how the lovely Ms. Hungary has been doing~
//sly smile
//wraps an arm around her shoulders
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I'm quite fine myself I suppose?
There hasn't been much going on recently-
< the bubble of space has been breeched >
< shifts slightly >
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