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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Sept 12, 2010 20:36:02 GMT -5
Roderich jumped at the tickle of Israel's words in his ear before he even processed what she had said. He turned around to face her, his eyes still a little wide. "Hello, Israel," he said, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She had been holding him in contempt just a little while ago, and now she was... complimenting him? Well, Roderich knew firsthand how easily women's moods changed; living with Elizabeta for over fifty years gave him plenty of experience in that field.
"I suppose it's nice to see you, too," he continued, wondering if he should compliment her as well, lest she turn on him and ruin what little they'd begun to repair in their tense relationship.
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Post by Israel on Sept 12, 2010 20:51:21 GMT -5
Israel cackled evilly inside. She loved her names for the Germans. Who didn't get that she was insulting them at all. Oh well. "Yes, very nice, although, I still don't seee why you found it necessary to jump off my caravan. Oh well. As you can see," She points to the group she just left, hardly recognizable unless you squinted, "I brought the cavalry."
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Sept 13, 2010 18:05:30 GMT -5
Roderich disregarded her words, then completely forgot them when he put two and two together. The group of people she was pointing to looked vaguely familiar... maybe it was just wish fulfillment, but even from this distance, he thought he could make out the dark-haired forms of Heracles, Antonio, and... was that skinny one Romano? Yes, by the way he was standing so close to the figure that could be Antonio, it must be him.
"What... how did you... not even possible..." he murmured brokenly, but it didn't matter because he broke into incredulous laughter a few seconds later. It was official, he decided. He was extremely dehydrated and was hallucinating like mad, since that was the only probable explanation he could think of.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Sept 13, 2010 18:25:34 GMT -5
Again, Feliciano almost frowned as he heard that no, Ludwig wasn't with Roderich and Gilbert, and they hadn't even seen him. The idea that something really bad could have happened to him was still far away from his mind - he just had to search for him somewhere else, as he had planned to do before leaving his home.
Anyway, he didn't have the time to think too much about it since they were soon reached by a woman, who he immediately recognized as Israel. He was on the point to hug her as well - oh my, what a lucky, unbelievable coincidence, she was there as well! - when she pointed at the group following her. He immediately recognized the shapes of them, especially the one whose hair was surely longer than what he remembered from the last time he had seen his own brother.
"Fratello!!! Antonio!!! Heracles!!!" he shouted, and run towards them at the maximum speed, ignoring Roderich's laughter.
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Post by romano on Sept 13, 2010 19:12:29 GMT -5
Lovino stared blandly after Israel as she walked away from the group. Did she know those people? Would she be o-wait. His breathing picked up again but he didn't notice. That white hair, that proper air and dark hair and...... No...no..no it couldn't be. Impossible, not so soon after Spain. He didn't deserve that and- hescomingoverherehescominghescomingIcantbreathecantbreathe I CAN'T BREATHE. His head pounded and his vision swam and then finally, blessedly, everything went black.
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Post by Antonio Fernández Carriedo on Sept 15, 2010 20:35:41 GMT -5
Antonio reacted before the fact that Lovino had fallen had even registered properly in his mind. He reached out quickly, catching the Italian and pulling him into his arms. "Lovi? Lovi, are you okay? Lovi!" He said worriedly, shaking him slightly as if he thought that that would make things better. He'd just got his Lovino back, he couldn't lose him again...
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Sept 16, 2010 2:42:26 GMT -5
Feliciano slowed down his pace as he saw that his brother was falling down. What was wrong with him? Was he injured? Luckily, Antonio was quick enough to catch him before he could hit the ground.
"Fratello!" after that initial uncertainty, Feliciano run towards his brother and knelt down beside him. "What happened?" he looked at Antonio in pain, frightened. That surely wasn't how he had pictured his reunion with his brother, he thought as his hand run carefully on Lovino's cheek. Open your eyes, please, please... he implored silently, biting his lip to fight what seemed to be tears which were making his eyes itch.
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Post by Israel on Sept 16, 2010 15:44:22 GMT -5
Out of Israel's peripheral vision she saw Feliciano about to hug and slightly closed her arms, in order to envelop him, but then he moved away and she turned to see Lovino faint, Antonio, as usual, fuss over his suspected lover, and Feliciano panic. It was still slightly heart-warming, and the Jewess found herself immensely enjoying the scene.
Her vision of this scene was cut short by slightly hysteric laughter from Roderich, incredoulous laughter. She frowned at this, he must be going mad, thinks the woman. Her foot connected with leg, hard, but not hard enough to break anything, but it will leave a bruise. In her mind Israel is slightly unsatisfied, wishing she could actually cause him pain.
"All this from a bit of heat, boy? Get a hold of yourself, Österreich." Her green eyes stared in contempt at him before shifting to Gilbert's.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Sept 17, 2010 20:30:32 GMT -5
Roderich cried out involuntarily as Israel kicked him in the shin. All right, he wasn't hallucinating, but Gott, that woman could kick. He gritted his teeth against the throbbing in his leg, refusing to give her the satisfaction of watching him writhe around in pain. For a split second, he wondered what he had done to deserve that, and then he remembered, and was reminded that this was still her retribution. It really was remarkable, he decided, how long she could hold a grudge.
It was a bit easier to ignore the agony in his shin when watching everyone fuss over Lovino's unconscious form. He was thankful for the distraction, as malicious as that sounded. After a few minutes, the pain in his leg faded to merely a throbbing, and he figured it wouldn't hurt that badly to walk on it. "Well, shall we go join them?" he asked with as much nonchalance as he could muster.
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Post by Antonio Fernández Carriedo on Sept 24, 2010 19:11:52 GMT -5
Antonio smiled weakly at Feliciano in the hope that it would calm him down. "I'm sure he'll be fine, Feli. He just needs some rest, that's all. He's been through a lot, he'll probably wake up in a little bit." He assured, though uncertainty showed in his eyes. Lovino would be okay, right? Certainly he would be, Antonio thought, trying to calm himself down. Fate would not be so cruel so as to rip Lovino from his arms the moment he fell back into them.
...Right?
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Sept 26, 2010 13:20:12 GMT -5
Feliciano glanced restlessly from Antonio's face to Lovino's. Sure, the conditions they had to leave in would tire out anyone, but, but...
"He probably needs some water! Or some shadow..." he looked around; some people in the square were staring at them curiously. The air was filled with sand and dust. "Can we bring him somewhere cooler, or just not as dusty?" he asked, his eyes wandering again on the people around him.
He had some water - hot, but still water - left in his flask, and it soaked one edge of his shirt with it, then stroked Lovino's cheeks and forehead gently.
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Post by Heracles on Sept 29, 2010 14:21:23 GMT -5
Heracles had been lost in his thoughts almost the whole time. And when he looked up, finally coming back to the real world, he found that the scenery had changed, more people had joined the group, and Lovino was passed out.
He joined Italy where he was moping down his brother and started silently planting stick in the ground around the fainted nation. He took the jacket that he'd tied around his waist and put it over his makeshift tent structure to sheild Lovino from the sun.
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Post by Gilbert the Awesome on Sept 29, 2010 14:52:14 GMT -5
Gilbert actually was never paying any attention, to the little rat bastard and the random isreali woman. He stared blankly at a fruit stand the entire time. Thinking of his brother. He always seemed to get separated from him. He slowly leaned on the other German, then bolted upright when he got kicked in the shin. He muttered some profanity before nodding to Austria in agreement as if he never cared. Even though his eyes said diffrently.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Sept 30, 2010 15:42:17 GMT -5
Favoring his uninjured leg, Roderich picked his way through the townspeople milling around. Internally, he was elated to find that the other nations had made it through the war to end all wars, because this meant that humanity had found a way to hold on to the scraps of life still available, and that in turn meant hope. Not just the little threads of a past half-remembered, but a real, almost tangible thing that signaled a future.
He stopped a few feet from the other nations crowded around Lovino, who looked to be still unconscious. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, knowing full well that there probably wasn't, but he didn't want to loose his cool again -- at least not while Israel was still around -- and this seemed like a good way to ease into a conversation.
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Post by romano on Oct 3, 2010 16:03:09 GMT -5
Lovino was floating. It was black and silent, a nothingness that went on forever. After what seemed like forever he stated to feel something. He could feel heat and hear words, but it was like a radio with a bad connection. Lovino's head was full of static and it was making it hard to concentrate. Why was his body so heavy? What happened? Why was he so tired? He fell back again, not into the cold black of unconsciousness, but into the warm darkness of sleep.
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