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Post by Gilbert the Awesome on Aug 25, 2010 18:28:51 GMT -5
Gilbert was thankfull he came across a city just as he did. He was smelly and tired, and he really wanted something to eat. As he wandered into the town he hummed a little march to keep his spirits up, as he did throught his journey. People stared at him as he passed through, dresed in half raider armour, and half military things, it was obvious people were going to stare, and give him bad looks. Thankfully there were places, dark places were he could do what he wanted. But he noticed the market place. He had a tad bit of money he could use on something like purified water (wich he didnt use all too much since it was a precious resourse) or some apples. He liked apples. He eyed them for a while, noticing how expencive things were, and he growled. fine.... I'll just.... take some... he thought to himself. It didnt matter if he got kicked out of this town too, he could handle himself in the wastes. He crept slowly upon them and as the stalls merchant's back was turned he took a few, and turned to leave, also grabbing some water too. He hoped, and it was most likely no one saw him. He was such a mescheivious little devil~
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Aug 25, 2010 18:52:55 GMT -5
Roderich wandered through the streets of Dry Rose, taking turns at random, but keeping a keen eye out for any other nations. Usually they weren't hard to spot, but when searching for a needle in a haystack, it's always best to keep one's eyes peeled.
Without meaning to, he made his way into the town square, where a marketplace had been set up. He caught snippets of Spanish and French everywhere, almost to the point where they were utterly incomprehensible. Moving through the crowd, he scanned the area for a familiar face, or at least something worthwhile to trade for.
Across the marketplace, he saw a man take what looked like apples from a preoccupied vendor. The thief turned inconspicuously, like he was going to walk away, but then also snatched a bottle of water. By this time, Roderich was halfway across the square, hoping to catch the man before he could get away. Times were tough, but stealing was downright evil, especially when there was a water shortage.
"Stop!" he called out in German (the first thing that came to mind -- but he figured that the man was bound to be startled for a moment, at least) as he ran toward the thief.
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Post by Gilbert the Awesome on Aug 25, 2010 18:59:10 GMT -5
Gilbert heard it, and paused. German? He blinked and put the water away and turned around to see the other, taking off his glassed and his hood from his radiation suit. (YES I FORGOT HE WORE ONE OTAY? ) so far he say no one. "was...?" he frowned and put back on his hood, wondering who was shouting german in this part of europe.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Aug 25, 2010 19:15:04 GMT -5
Roderich stopped in his tracks when he saw the shock of white hair emerge from the radiation suit, unable to do anything but stand and stare at the man. He didn't see Roderich, and that in itself was like a punch to the stomach for him. There was no way he couldn't be Gilbert, the same man who had beaten Roderich time and time again in war, relentlessly bearing down from the north. And somehow they had managed to tolerate each other long enough to--
He couldn't bring himself to say it, even in his mind. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he stumbled a few more steps toward the man and the word that he said felt all too right to finally be coming out of his mouth again. "Preußen!"
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Post by Gilbert the Awesome on Aug 25, 2010 19:19:49 GMT -5
The thing that went around in his head was "sdkfhjsdifkdfblhdfkjgiaeruyhareifg" complete confusion. Did his... country name just been used? Preußen? Really? That was something he hadnt heard in the longest time. He spurred around looking for whoever had called him. His eyesight wasnt the greatest and he hated that, but he knew someone, he did! and that voice....
"J-ja...?!" He has most certainly breathing a bit heavy now, unsure of who it was, or what do to next. He squinted and looked around, staring strait at Roderich. Unfortunatly, he counldnt see that far away, and so it he loooked behind him. I bet Austria was laughing on the inisde of how funny he looked.
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Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
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Post by Israel on Aug 26, 2010 13:45:38 GMT -5
Israel smiles pleasantly at the Southern Italian. "Where in the seven hells has this boy been?" She thinks. Romano didn't look so good.
"Have as much as you want. But first we must go further into the city. Spain, do you have a house here?"
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Post by Antonio Fernández Carriedo on Aug 26, 2010 18:57:29 GMT -5
Antonio smiled gently at Lovino before looking to Israel. "Si, I have a house there. We can stay there, if you'd like. It might be a bit better than anywhere else here." He offered generously, "I think there might be some food left there, too..." And they would all get their own room, as well. Except Lovino. Lovino would be sleeping with him, surely.
Or, at least, he hoped so.
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Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
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Post by Israel on Aug 26, 2010 19:55:23 GMT -5
Israel smiled. "Thank you, that's very generous. I have my own food supplies, and I'd be very happy if you let me prepare a meal." She locked up her caravan with serious of locks and chains. "Shall we go then?"
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Aug 26, 2010 20:09:11 GMT -5
Roderich pushed forward a few more feet, tripping a bit on the hardened, uneven earth, but managing to keep his footing nonetheless. Gilbert was looking straight at him... but he didn't recognize Roderich, for some reason. Even through the ridiculous radiation suit, he should have been able to see him. Panicked thoughts whirled through Roderich's mind: Has he lost his memories? Is he just ignoring me? Is it possible that this man isn't even the nation, just a lookalike? No, there was no way that albino wasn't Prussia. Trying to thread his way through the throng of people, he called out again: "Preußen! Gilbert!"
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Post by Heracles on Aug 26, 2010 23:44:44 GMT -5
Greece had been reflecting on the events of the past 100 years and the war leading up to it. How many people would he meet that were just as bad off or worse than he was? How many of them were left? He didn't think anyone had disappeared, but if he had come so close to it there might be others who were just as bad.
He looked up as Israel suggested the go and nodded, getting closer to the group so they wouldn't leave without him.
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Post by Gilbert the Awesome on Aug 27, 2010 1:56:14 GMT -5
Gilbert frose again, then turned back to were the voice was coming from. Then it snapped. "Österreich...." He said slowly, focusing on the figure coming towards him. He took his hood off again, the put on his sunglasses, lessening the glare from the light, and as he thought. "Specs." It was him, he recognized that cowlick and that voice anywhere. He actually hadnt heard it in the longest time, so it took him a few tried before it went through his brain.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Aug 28, 2010 6:51:26 GMT -5
Several more incredulous steps, and he was standing next to the elusive Gilbert Beilschmidt. Roderich wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to be feeling right now; he was at the midpoint between wanting to slap him and wanting to hug him. But he was going to try to keep at least some dignity in front of Gilbert, so he did neither. Instead he just grinned like a child with a piece of chocolate sachertorte, wondering what in the world Gilbert was doing in hell's earthy incarnation, Dry Rose. Roderich wanted to ask him everything: how he had survived, how long he'd gone without meeting any of the other nations, if he knew where anyone else was, how his people were faring...
The only thing that he managed to say was "Idiot," partly to himself, and partly to Gilbert.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Aug 28, 2010 17:20:32 GMT -5
Of course he had gotten lost.
He went past the first houses of the city. It wasn't the city he had hoped to reach, but at least it was an inhabited place. And furthermore, maybe he could find his brother, there.
How come he was now in the Dry Rose instead of begin in the European Protectors Station, which was his destination when he had started his journey through the Alps, well... he wasn't sure about it. There had been storms, there had been paths that had led him too west, there had been hundreds dangers he had to run away from. Basically, he had crossed the Alps, but he was too south, too west.
He wandered for some days before finding what it looked like a small farm. The boy there, when Feliciano stopped to ask for information, looked at him and asked: "Did you cut your hair sir?" At Feliciano's questioning expression, it turned out that the boy had seen a man looking really similar to him - just with his hair a bit longer, but the curl was the same - passing from that place, not long ago. He was possibly going in the direction of the big city, they told him. (*) Lovino? Could his brother really be going there? Well, it made sense... maybe he was looking for Antonio... So, Feliciano's destination immediately became the Dry Rose.
And there he was, walking across the dusty streets of the city, looking around, his eyes widened. How much time had passed since he saw so many people gathered together the last time?! Confused, happy and excited at the same time, he just followed the flow of the crowd, too astonished to think straight, staring at all the faces he saw without being able to process what he was staring at. Was it some kind of market they were going to? A market... he blinked, rubbing his eyes to clean them from the dust, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
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Post by Gilbert the Awesome on Aug 30, 2010 15:46:46 GMT -5
Gilbert blinked. "I-.... idiot?! after all these years, all you can say is idiot?!" Gilbert almost growled that sentence out, but then thought about who he was talking too, and how long it had been since he had seen him.
He stared at him for a few moments, then took his arm and dragged him to a shady area. He didnt quite know what to say however, all he could do was really stare at the figure before him. He was still alive? What was he doing? He had so many questions to ask him. But for some reason he didnt say anything too him. He pulled down his hood and took off his sunglasses, and just stared.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Aug 30, 2010 16:20:06 GMT -5
He didn't resist when Gilbert pulled him out of the crowd, though he could tell that he was just as shocked as Roderich. It had been a mystery as to why Prussia was still around in the twenty-first century, but now, two hundred years later? Needless to say, Gilbert was the last person Roderich expected to run into here, of all places.
What does one say to someone both hated and loved after two hundred years of assuming he's dead? Roderich hadn't the slightest idea, but he knew for a fact that he couldn't stand Gilbert just gaping at him. They were both in shock, but that wasn't an excuse to avoid a civil conversation.
"So..." he started, desperate to shatter the silence between them. "How have you been these last couple hundred years?" It was horribly mundane, but Gilbert was the type that ranted, and he looked like he needed a good, long rant. Roderich knew that this was the best way to get him to start venting.
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