ein wort {Bel/askB4join}

[Germany]

Lost. How could be be lost?

It must have been after that episode with the islander, since he was so frustrated he just decided to take a walk to let off some steam. Currently, he felt a little foolish for not knowing where he was. It was familiar, vaguely, but he wasn't thinking a hundred percent clearly at the moment. 'Now I know how Austria feels..' Pausing, Germany decided to instead try to find his way back instead of asking for directions (after all, the people here seemed.. distrusting of him? Clearly this wasn't one of the countries he had an outstanding alliances with. The slight tension was quickly making him uneasy). After a while of aimlessly walking around though, the nation found himself only more lost, and not feeling anywhere closer to home.

Knowing how irritated he was becoming, the European quickly tried to shake off any negative feelings, approaching a citizen at random. Now he was silently dreading this, for three reasons. The first would be the fact that people he usually met at first would be intimidated by him, even when he wasn't trying to be (such weird humans). Second, he wasn't a fan of speaking to anyone unfamiliar. And lastly.. it was just plain embarrassing. "Ah, Fräulein?" If he only knew where he was, he would try speaking in something other than German.. "Wo sind wir..?"

(( I'm horrid at starting threads .n. This first post is short orz Next will be better~

* Fräulein; miss, ma'am
* Wo sind wir; where are we ))

[Belgium]

As of late, she really hadn't been in a good mood.

Then again, why would she be? Another day, another letdown. That is to say, a letdown that she'd be stuck in for awhile. Was she really that vulnerable that she could just be plucked up and taken with so little effort? It had happened quite a few times before, but that didn't mean she ever got used to it. If anything, every single instance of being pushed around like some free-for-the-taking rag doll made her a little more pissed off. But, once again, she seemed unable to do much about it. Talk about deja vu.

But if someone had to take her over, wouldn't it only make sense that said someone would have to handle the duties she normally would while independent? Apparently not. So for the last couple of days she'd still been busy, and only today had she managed a day off. Belgium had found, however, that she couldn't manage to keep still. Pacing around her house did little for her either, and there wasn't a Netherlands around to complain at. Really, the notion surprised her. Her older brother had already tried once to take her over -- it was one of the few times she could remember fending someone off completely -- and once she'd heard that times were... well, turbulent, she expected him to appear to her first. Too bad for him that Germany had beaten him there. As much as she hated being persuaded, she knew an alliance with someone other than her sibling would irritate him though. Then again, she hadn't known about Germany's reasoning for taking her until after she'd given in. Just because she didn't usually like her older brother didn't mean that she wanted him attacked through her. Nothing she could do about it now, though.

Finally unable to do nothing for any longer, Belgium finally gave up and decided that there was only one thing that could possibly make her day better -- sweets, what else? And she knew of a quaint little gourmet bakery not far from her place. The idea already making her hungry, she wasted no time in setting off. It wasn't supposed to be a long trip, just a quick snack coupled with a walk or something, and then back home again. But she'd only gotten as far as to buy her treats and begin snacking before, not far down the road, she heard a voice that held a resonance that was unmistakable.

Now, she didn't hate Germany. She didn't particularly like him as far as their past relations went, but it wasn't so strong of a thing that she regarded him with. But you couldn't blame her for it -- he'd invaded her twice, once during each World War, and she hadn't come out from either confrontation too well. Hell, she still had a scar or two from the repercussions of the German's takeovers. Most of her distaste had faded from the years, but Belgium was excellent at holding a grudge; so there it was. Given all of this, it wasn't difficult to figure out that she wasn't too pleased to see him there.

So she strode over, firmly grasping her sweets as she interrupted whatever he was talking about. "Oi, what are you wandering my streets for?" She asked, or demanded really -- although she smoothed over the fact that technically they were his streets now, too. She opened her mouth to continue, but paused. Wait... Had he said he was lost? The blond gave him a rather incredulous look. She hadn't even noticed that the civilian woman Germany had tried to talk to, whoever she was, had already escaped the scene. "Don't act like you don't know where you are -- you can't be that bad with directions." Even she knew that that was Austria's forte, not Germany's.



[ so proud of this post -- it's so freaking loong. ;n; ]

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[Germany]

It was hard to mistake that tone of voice to be held by someone other than.. “Belgium.” Ah. Great. It wasn’t that he disliked the country, but rather he considered her to be quite brazen when it came to her opinions, and not to mention that he despised her ‘brother’. So maybe the two weren’t on the best of relations, and the last thing he expected was a warm greeting, but was it possible to be a little more genial? Being under someone else’s control would piss anyone off, but it wasn’t like he had yet stomped the nation to a rubble (for a while at least; no one could forget the World Wars). In that sense, maybe it was this that made him slightly irritated and feeling like she had nothing to be snappy about; besides, these were his streets now.

But before he could reply, her second comment had caught him slightly off guard. No, he usually wasn’t getting himself lost, but being so caught up in so many things lately just.. it was stressful. “I just hadn’t been here for a while; it’s changed,” he muttered. Partially truthful, mostly not, but what did it matter. Germany caught sight of the civilian and sighed quietly before turning back to the European. “I hope that‘s not a problem?”

As if he needed more of this.

The nation had decided on trying a new approach: instead of running over all the others in his path, he had decided to try being civil and turning to written agreements. If that didn’t work, then an attack was needed to push them in the right direction (but he still preferred the first option-- less fighting, less casualties, less grudging looks after it was all over).

After briefly mulling over his thoughts, Germany suddenly turned to look around the area and into the small crowds as he realized, ‘Is Holland here?’ He knew he would be more than angry about his sister being under someone else’s control, and unlike some of the other nations, he would put up quite a fight. Anxious, was one way to describe it, as he standoffishly crossed his arms and kept his gaze just about anywhere but toward the blond standing in front of him, almost forgetting her presence until he was positive the area was safe. Even then he was tempted to check again, but decided against it, looking back at Belgium expectantly.

( *rambles rambles* :I It was long! XD )

[Belgium]

It only took a glance for Belgium to see that Germany wasn't too particularly thrilled to see the her there, either. Well, it looked like they actually had something in common, now didn't they? The way he'd responded, though, wasn't of any kind of hostility or set demeanor -- maybe he really had been lost, then. There had been a small part of her that had been fearful that he was there to demolish something of her again, like he'd done before. But no, she seemed safe of that, at least for today. Which meant she could stay just as brazen as she already was. Sucking up to save her own country would have been, although worth it, not anything she would ever willingly do.

"Fine, fine, so you're lost. I'm not giving you a medal for it." And yes, it's changed. I had to do something to fix it up after you last destroyed it, didn't I? But she politely refrained from saying it out loud -- not like she thought this other guy could possibly have a conscience for it still -- to at least stay a little civil. If Germany controlled her now, she'd have to show him at least a little respect. As much as her pride was hurt by admitting it. "Yes, I'd call it a problem. Bad things tend to happen to me whenever you're around." There, it was a little more indirect. He was bound to catch her drift, it was fairly obvious what she was referring to.

Belgium, however, would never admit that most of her attitude was merely staged. A girl needed a way to deal with her own insecurities, didn't she?

Germany had never been all that perceptive, though. He'd always been more physically gifted than psychologically or perceptively so -- hell, she doubted be could even decipher his own emotions a lot of the time, especially when he'd had his relationship with Italy. Then again, the pasta-loving little boy had always been... Well, perplexing.

But the blond's thoughts trailed away as she frowned, watching the Germany look about him as if searching for something. What could that be? It actually took her a minute to be sure, but she'd decided by the time he'd finished gazing around and looked back at her. By then, though, she also probably had a vaguely amused expression on her face reminiscent of her inner mirth. Was he really looking, with that air about him, for her brother? You idiot," She scoffed, "If you're looking for the Netherlands, of course he's not around. He's not so stupid as to walk around here casually when he knows that right now, I'm yours." Why did it sound so weird to say that? "Maybe that's something you would do, but my brother's not stupid. He'd only come over he if he had a plan for getting me back. Which, if he did, you'd have already known it by now."

Once Belgium had said that, though, a hidden weight that she hadn't intended washed over her. Did her brother have a plan for retrieving her? Of course he was probably busy, and she they didn't always get along [they fought quite a bit, actually], but she was still his sister, and hadn't he always been at least a little protective of her? It seemed to her that if he had wanted her back, he would have at least done something by now, or shown some kind of sign that she could at least use as an indication of his intentions. But his lack of a sign, she supposed, showed her all on its own... A moment later however, the Belgian realized that her thoughts might have splayed unintentionally across her face, which would be giving away far too much for her liking to Germany. So she made a point of quickly covering up her doubts with the previous, rather gutsy look.



[ might i just say that when i typed the "i'm yours" thing, my mind went into total pairing mode. =3= ]