he was not entirely in his right mind. He and Herr Shtick no longer ta-...er, that is to say, he realizes now that sticks are inanimate-
objects and can not be friends, nor can they hold actual conversation or eat German food. There. Settled.
...would also like to point out that that red bow Herr Shtick had at one point has...has nothing to do with that Der Humpink video...nothing
...is laughing his ass off now.
finds this disturbingly amusing.
sees nothing amusing about it at all. Or that fact that France forced him to build those goddamn clocks soon after.
...maybe in retrospectit wasn't a good idea, but damn, at the time, it felt so *good* to make him do it.
doesn't want to be uncouth seventy years later, but he could say the same about several things. He just won't. He's biting his lip, see?
stay out of this, buut. Expect her to try and hold this against you, Ludwig. Eventually.
can say plenty more, too. If this ever gets brought up in more depth. He can be somewhat mature.
to know what exactly she plans on holding against him, since he owned up to those videos... And he is not going to talk about that any-
more in depth than it already is. Not if he doesn't have to.
fine with that. He's feeling a bit awkward on this topic anyway. Not that he's saying so.
's eyes well up with tears. "Herr Shtick can be your friend, Germany!"
sighs and rubs his forehead, at a loss for words now.
gets up on his tippy-toes to rub Ludwig's forehead for him too! "Is it itchy?"
sputters and swats his hands away. "Stop that. It doesn't *itch*."
frowns. "Is it sweaty? Ve.."
makes a grossed-out face and rubs his hand on his own pants.
rubs his forehead again. It might be, just a little, since he was upset. "Men sweat when they work hard, Italy. Not that I expect you to kno
shakes his head. "Sometimes I sweat when I'm cooking! It gets really hot! That's working hard, right?"
figures this is as close to physical labor as Italy probably gets. "No. That is standing too close to the stove."