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route_10652011-01-02 03:16 pm
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How long have we been here?
Who: North Italy and Germany
Where: Not far outside of Cherrygrove
When: Backdated to shortly after the 4th wall event's end
Summary: Germany and Italy wake up near each other. Problem is, they're pretty sure that they weren't anywhere near each other when they went to sleep.
Rating: PG
Log:
[It was warm. Well, not entirely, there was still a bite of chill to the air, but Italy was warm and to him that was what mattered. He turned over towards the source of the warmth, snuggling his face into something that felt sort of solid but a little squishy. Consciousness returned to him momentarily as he evaluated this.
He hadn't brought a pillow. He had meant to pick one up before he left home but they pretty much all but kicked him out of the house and into the forest. So why was there something squishy-firm there? Something squishy-firm that smelled like wurst and... He cracked an eye open and looked up to see that it was Germany, though most of what he could see was his arm. It didn't matter to him, though, this was much like how he had come here, and it wasn't too much for him to hope that this was how he was going to go home too. Still, even if this didn't do the trick, it was just nice to be near someone warm, something comfortable, one of the comforts of home as it were.
He decided to let things fall as they would, and went back to sleep.]
(Edit: I've noticed there isn't a tag for Germany, so I couldn't tag him. :C )
Where: Not far outside of Cherrygrove
When: Backdated to shortly after the 4th wall event's end
Summary: Germany and Italy wake up near each other. Problem is, they're pretty sure that they weren't anywhere near each other when they went to sleep.
Rating: PG
Log:
[It was warm. Well, not entirely, there was still a bite of chill to the air, but Italy was warm and to him that was what mattered. He turned over towards the source of the warmth, snuggling his face into something that felt sort of solid but a little squishy. Consciousness returned to him momentarily as he evaluated this.
He hadn't brought a pillow. He had meant to pick one up before he left home but they pretty much all but kicked him out of the house and into the forest. So why was there something squishy-firm there? Something squishy-firm that smelled like wurst and... He cracked an eye open and looked up to see that it was Germany, though most of what he could see was his arm. It didn't matter to him, though, this was much like how he had come here, and it wasn't too much for him to hope that this was how he was going to go home too. Still, even if this didn't do the trick, it was just nice to be near someone warm, something comfortable, one of the comforts of home as it were.
He decided to let things fall as they would, and went back to sleep.]
(Edit: I've noticed there isn't a tag for Germany, so I couldn't tag him. :C )
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Germany had been having the worst nightmare he'd ever had...well aside from reliving times in history he'd rather not relive.
His brother had been there. Italy had been there, and there were others, he vaguely recalled. But the point was, it had been painful.
His back was aching now, in fact. Wait.]
Hrngh... where did this pain come from.
[He stirred awake, realizing that the pain was reality. He also discovered, much to his surprise, that he was not alone in the small sleeping bag. The sound (and feel, they were very close) of rustling confirmed this. From experience, he knew only a select few people it could be.]
Italyyyyy....
[He sighed, bringing his hand through his disheveled hair and eyeing the reddy-brunet next to him. It reminded him vaguely of home, which was nice, despite the fact that he certainly didn't approve of it (of course he didn't.)
But wait.
He didn't remember meeting up with Italy yet.]
HOW DID YOU GET HERE?!
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Wait. If he wasn't home yet, then-- oh no, Germany was yelling and that never bode well for him. Or his chances of continuing to sleep. He yawned, hearing a quiet 'meowth' behind him, and reached over, scratching at the cat-like creature's head as he had made a habit of since this mess started.]
Good morning, Gino.
[Now to handle the loud German in his sleeping bag.]
I don't know, I went to sleep here by Gino and then here you are... in my bag. I didn't know you liked me like that!
[He said it like a joke, but the blush on his face said something close to the opposite.]