Gilbert
is
pretty worse for the wear, but he's glad to have his normal body back, even if he can't do much but lay around all day.
laughs. As gay men often say, dick is better. Dick is better.
does enjoy having his dick back, yes. Though the boobs were fun.
Eva
will
miss that pretty lady. Maybe Gilbert should get a job to keep himself busy.
...sniffs and curls up deeper in his blankets. Nooo, thank you.
Eva
wonders
if something is wrong? Is he sick?
Gilbert
has
a cold and a fullbody hangover, woman. He was out making bar rounds. For a week. Through several countries. And *maybe* he had to sleep-
on a park bench once or twice and *maaaybe* it rained. Maybe, 'cause he really doesn't remember much of it.
did not know this. I: She was busy having a life of her own, thank you very much. She will proceed to tell Gilbert how silly of him that was
and how much of a headache it must be for Ludwig to take care of him when he does these crazy stunts. But then she'll also ask if maybe,
maybe he wants something. Because, you know; motherly instinct and the whole shebang.
Gilbert
will
proceed to recede farther into his nest of pillows and blankets while she's talking. He's *not* gonna feel guilty about this one, no-
way. He might feel guilty later. *But only slightly*! Right now he feels like dog ass dragged through shitfields. ...a beer would be-
nice though.
Eva
thinks
he should feel guilty. Later, sure, but he *should*. Mostly since he's hogging his brother's basement, the way she sees it. And, no, _
she refuses to get him a beer. Not when he's having a hangover and not when he's *sick*. He's lucky she's not shoving soup down his throat.
doesn't have anywhere else to go, remember? Besides, West invited him to live here. Beer cures hangovers. Never heard that 'hair of the dog
that bit you' thing? Gott, all he wants is a beer. And now he's going to pull the blankets over his head and continue being moody.
knows this; she's just saying, seriously. He could feel bad about pulling one of these stunts. But anyway. No beer, so stop being a baby.
doesn't think it's a stunt. He likes to have fun. Other people should feel bad for being dicks. And he's *not* being a baby. He's sick-
and should totally get whatever he wants if it'll help him feel better.
thought he could discern good fun from lack of common sense. Big baby. Brat. Jerk. But ugh, fine. *fine*. She will get him a damn beer now_
if it will make him stop whining and blaming other people.
didn't do anything to *her* so there's no need for name callin', lady. He's not blaming other people either! Just one people! ...way to-
make him feel like maybe he did something wrong though. Damn it.
's just saying what she thinks of him, is all. But fine, she'll come back with a beer for him and sit on the edge of the bed... Er. Bundle _
of blankets. Who is he blaming, hm? And what does Gilbert think he did wrong?
rolls over and rustles around til he can get just his arm out and pat around for the beer. Not coming out.
Eva
will
keep the beer out of reach until he decides to show his face. Hey now she's curious. Don't let her get to the point where she's *concerned*.
finds something that feels like human and pinches. H3'll have to come out eventually; his nose is running.
...he'll )
... that was her leg, man. She squeaks and scoots away; she'll only give him the beer when he does come out, so yeah.
retracts his arm and rustles more, grumbling. Beer or pride, beer or pride...a decision no German man should ever have to make. *Finally*-
he sits up and shoves the blankets back. Pretty, ain't it? Face all pink and kind of sweaty from a fever, bloodshot eyes with those awesome
dark circles under them, and yeah, he's hair's a wreck too. You're lucky he has shorts on. Sniff. "Gimme."
his* i can't type today )
{ /pat I know the feeling e_eb }
would rather if he did not have to make that choice - however she is not going to make fun of him. Man, he looks like roadkill. She can't_
bring herself to laugh at him. She actually worries sometimes, you know - she'll forever blame Neutral Moresnet for that, too. "Only if you_
answer my question."
snatches the tissuebox off his nightstand instead. He's not rude enough to blow his nose in front of her, but he's at least going to-
wipe it before he gets snot everywhere. "What question? Alls I heard was you callin' me shit."
just wants him to not double over and die, so if he needs to blow his nose eventually, she'll just look away. "I asked what you think you_
you did wrong."
tosses the tissue into the wastebin with its brothers and grabs for the blanket again. He's just going to pull it up over his head and-
around his body though. Like a big cloak. "Nothin'."
Eva
gives
him a sort of blank stare, proof that she really isn't sure whether to believe him or not. "Come on, talk to me."
groans and does a turtle impression in his blankets. This is crap. This is why he went off drinking in the first place. He scoots around-
some, pulls the blanket off his head and flops over, head in her lap. With purely innocent intentions, mind you. "Why. I just went and-
partied some."
's actually sort of feeling bad for his condition, so she doesn't really seem bothered by this. Instead she pets his hair, trying to keep_
the beer out of reach with her free hand. "Because you might think it's awesome to be alone and keep everything bottled up, but I'm here,_
right now, to listen. Is there anything bothering you?"
closes his eyes and sniffs. Nope. Not a thing, not anymore. That trip cured all that because he had lots of drunken epiphanys ever single-
time he set foot in a bar. No problems at all. He's definitely not sulking either. ...damn it. "The only thing botherin' me is not-
gettin' that bottle."
does not look impressed at all. Then again, she never seems very impressed with Gilbert or his antics. But right now it is sort of different
, isn't it? "You'll get it once you're honest with me, mister."
presses his face right up against her belly and groans. Well, it's more like a whine, but it's also him stalling. He rolls his eyes and-
looks up again for a second, then back down. "*Okay*, so maybe I shoulda called West or answered the phone. Just...man, I got in this-
fight with somebody and couldn't think about shit but that. Pissed me off. So y'know, figured I'd go out, have some fun and forget it."
just sighs and keeps petting his hair. She's not really thinking about getting sick later; motherly instinct is kicking in and well, he's_
sort of opening up. "A fight?" She pauses. Ok, she could say names like Antonio or Francis or someone, but she's not gambling here. "You're_
right, you should have called him." She sighs again. "But... it's not like you were thinking properly. It's only natural. What happened?"
almost counters with 'he could have called *me*', but...he did. He wore Gilbert's phone out the very first day. All the calls started-
going to voicemail the second day because the battery died in it. "Ja. A fight. I said some shit and he...said some shit. Yeah. Just-
stupid shit, not important. That feels good. Thanks." Yes, that is his attempt at changing the subject.
could almost smile, just a tiny bit, while she keeps petting his hair. But she's still letting everything sink in. "Gilbert... Who's 'he'?-
And it sure as hell is important if it got you like this."
doesn't like this questioning crap. It's making him feel weird. "Nobody. Well. Not *nobody*, just somebody I said somethin' too awhile-
ago. Real personal shit, y'know, somethin' he seemed mostly okay with. But he kept on disappearin', running around with people and shit.-
So...so some shit was said the other day and there. Yeah." That all comes out in a rush, actually. The story was getting way too long.
just wants to try and understand him a little bit. But speaking like this, she actually has to let everything sink in. "Something personal?_
Ah..." She pauses. Yeah, she can't see him getting like this over Antonio or something. Since he's kind of a big sweetheart and all. "Was it
cousin Francis?" Hey, there's the whole friendship thing. It's worth a shot and he's sort of promiscuous, so... "Did you and him fight?"
chews at the inside of his cheek. Eva's pretty alright. Sure, she gets on his shit all the time and won't let him get away with anything-
but she's not so bad. Kind of okay to talk to. He rubs his face a moment. "Yeah. Yeah, man. I love him but we're not *in* nothin'. He-
fucks around. I fuck around. But all I did was say somethin' about Greece and he just fuckin' flies off. Sayin' he doesn't give a shit-
about me or what I do. I don't care, y'know, let him do what he wants. Just uh...kinda shitty. I guess." Yeah, he doesn't care at all.-
Like he's said a million times, it's way better to be alone anyway.
would tell him then, that that's what people call denial. But she won't, really. She's not here to antagonize him like she usually does, _
after all. And he's opening up. That's more than she'd ever expect from him. "Well ah..." Well what? She can tell him that's odd, but that _
as much he knows. Francis' reaction, that is. And she doesn't want to go and feed his chances so they'll get crushed or something. "How does
he feel about you?" Wait, he should know this already, right? "Because it sort of sounds like he was jealous, you know? Kind of... People_
tend to say that sort of shit when that's the case. Act like they don't care."
shrugs. "I don't know. We've been friends for a long time, y'know?" Hold on a moment while he coughs into the blanket instead of her leg-
. "Long-ass time, through wars and shit. Beat each other to hell and back. I don't know." That makes sense, but jealousy just doesn't-
sound like him, not when he does the same crap. "Francis is a world-class liar when he's tryin' to get in somebody's bed. But I don't-
think he'd act about somethin' like that. It's stupid, just forget it. Shit's over and done with."
just pushes some hair away from his forehead; maybe Gilbert's kind of not so bad to deal with. This goes to show he's got some emotion there
, somewhere. "I know you have." She's been around too. Except for her, there's Spain and her siblings and a whole other set of stories to _
tell. "And I know what he's like. Maybe he cares?" It's a bold suggestion, sort of. But not at all impossible. "Everyone goes to him when_
something goes wrong and they're falling in and out of love. He'll get into anyone's bed with all the skill of, well, his skill. But his_
own feelings aren't really brought up, you know? Sure he'll kiss and smile and hug and all. But really... Maybe he kind of cares. Maybe_
he hasn't realised. Or something. I wish I could help you."
lays there thinking all that over. Okay, call him a sap, but he wants to believe Francis really does care. Eva's got him down to a tee-
for sure, better than Gilbert could have said it himself. But he's not naive. He and Francis are on even playing fields when it comes to-
talking their way into someone's bed. They've both broken plenty of hearts. He was just dumb expecting this situation to be different.-
Not going to say that to her though; that's pussy talk right there. S-suck it up and get over it. Yeah. "I think he's fucking West."
really wishes she could prove otherwise to him - but honestly, she's not sure what she said herself is all that accurate. It's always a -
touchy subject and Francis is actually kind of difficult to figure out sometimes. And in bed is not exactly where she would talk about_
his feelings in general, all things considered. But Gilbert seems apt at changing the subject. Enough to make her splutter. "*What*?"
rubs his face again, this time because he can feel it going red and not from the fever. "I came home one night and he was up there with-
somebody. I mean *with* somebody, fuckin' bouncin' the bedsprings, y'know what I mean. Wouldn't seem weird, but you gotta know West.-
Other than the times we fuck around, the guy hasn't gotten laid since the 40s. He had this thing, ended bad, fucked him up real good. That-
and the Reich. Off topic. Anyway. Somebody's shit was in the closet downstairs. I fuckin' swear it looked like France's. He's been gone a-
lot too. Dunno where. But we had this thing the other night...this...uh...me and him tied France up and fucked him. West was West. Total-
hardass and all. But I've *never* seen him look at somebody like he did...aw, whatever. Probably imagination anyway. It's just off."
stays quiet for the most part. She really can't interrupt him on this, and maybe it might just be imagination, but if it is, it's sort of_
getting to her to. At least from the way she is connecting the dots - from some of the latest conversations she has had with Francis and _
from what Gilbert is saying. She wouldn't know from Ludwig's behalf since she seldom tries speaking to the man but still. All of this sort_
of could make sense, but she can't really say for sure, rights? Things have often proven to be different. With a sigh, she finally wills _
herself to say something. not as smart or deep and understand as she would hope, but it is something, nonetheless. "Maybe it's not your_
imagination, sweetie. If anything... if anything talk to your brother. Don't let this situation keep dragging itself over time. If anything,
it's best if you don't like the outcome but you hear it *now* than in a long time from now. It'll hurt more."
laughs, but he's too tired for it to sound authentic. He spent all week trying not to think about this. "He'll look at me like I'm stupid-
and tell me to get out of his office, and for Chrissake's Gilbert, beer bottles go in the recycling bin for *glass*, not paper." He grins-
over the decent impression but shakes his head. "Nah. Last I remember, West hates him. Francis likes to touch; Lud doesn't like bein'-
touched. But if they've got a thing going, that means...means that Francis' gotten past that and Lud trusts him. I'll just wait and see-
how what happens." In other words, if someone finally got through to his brother, he isn't going to be the one to fuck it up for him. He-
doesn't see Francis as the relationship type though.
shifts around a bit to make herself more comfortable but doesn't ever tune him out. Alright, so she knows how shit happened then and again,_
but she's not in their skin. It's how deep down she's still kind of bitter about 1914, but she's not bringing that up. And then it really_
doesn't help how they're talking about two men with opposing personalities. And she does understand his reasoning about not fucking things_
up for his brother, but she can't help feel like he's giving away a part of himself for that. "So you're willing to end up on the bad end_
of the deal if it turns out to be true?" She blinks, leaning down slightly to set the bottle of beer aside for the time being. "I mean, I _
get what you're going at here, but the longer it takes to sort things out, the worse it'll get. You can't just bottle everything up." Which_
makes her a big hypocrite, all things considered. That's exactly what she does with plenty of touchy subjects.
watches the beer go, noting where it ends up for later. He hasn't forgotten it but doesn't want to move. "I'm already on the bad end-
apparently. If Francis isn't acting, I mean. I don't wanna fuck up and ask Ludwig about it if they're a thing and he's...assuming...-
Francis is faithful. Pft. Like that makes sense. West's too fuckin' sharp for that shit. I don't get how they could be though. We-
fuckin' damn near *ruined* that country. Dunno. I don't bottle shit up. I just don't talk about shit when talkin' doesn't matter." -
That and he isn't open about anything. Ever. As opposite as he and his brother are, that's where they're completely alike. "Look, I love-
talkin' about me, I'll do it all day, anytime. But uh...'sup with you, woman?"
just wants to hear him out. Hell, she'll get him all the beer he wants later and then some. But right now she's getting that gut feeling_
that something's going to happen to one of those three, sooner or later. And she damn hopes she's wrong. Then there's also how she can be a_
complete bitch to this guy, but in retrospect hates seeing him this miserable. Or what she thinks is miserable. "It does matter. Or will be_
in time." She sighs and tugs at his arm like she's asking him to sit up. "But we'll talk about that some other time. If you want. And I'm_
fine. You know the usual; government is hell, rumours about the country breaking up. Been talking to ah... People. 'S always good."
gathers his blanket and sits up. Time to get a tissue anyway. He'll be fine in a few days anyway, right back to his old self. He can take an
asskicking and keep on coming. He shoves that tissue up one nostril and looks at her, brow arching. "People? People like who?". He wants to
ask about those rumors, but that hits a little too close to home. Save that for their next heart to heart or whatever.
wordlessly hugs him; which is stupid, she might get sick or something. But it's over only a moment later, anyway. It's not like she can_
properly comfort him over this situation, so that should suffice for now. She does hope he gets back on his feet, even if he's usually such_
a pain in the arse. "Eh, Canada 'n Turkey mostly. Nothing too interesting, I'm boring like that." Save for all the shit that's been going_
on lately, but ah. Details.
stares at her a second. He couldn't give one back since his arms were all wrapped up, but he does go pretty red. Stupid Eva, stop being-
so damn nice and likable. He grins weakly and snorts, accidentally shooting the tissue out. "Well shit. ...that's a real odd combination-
of people ya got going on there. I can't even picture that kind of party.That ain't boring. That knitting stuff, *that* was boring."
tries to stay away from that tissue, just for the sake of... Not getting sick just yet, yeah. And hey, don't ask her to stop being likable,_
it's her job man. "Not at the same time!" She shakes her head. "Jus' hanging out with one or the other. You know. Do stuff. And oi, knitting
Eva
is
just fine, thank you."
picks the tissue up by one corner and tosses it in the trash. Problem solved! "Ooh, oh, okay. I was wonderin' why Turkey would wanna hang-
out with two chicks. *Do stuff*. Eva dear. You're so vague." But you're also rather adorable, Gilbert likes adorable things, so you're-
more than welcome into the blanket cocoon. Or blanket...cape, as it looks like when he flings it out to get around the both of them. -
"Grannies knit. Please don't ever turn into a granny. I can't stand those huge white panties. How's your brother?"
rather likes it in the blanket cocoon-cape-hideout of sorts. Never mind she might get sick, she can deal with that later. Oh Gilbert, how_
generous, really. See, she'll be even more adorable and everything, maybe. "Not the kind of stuff you want me to say I was doing. And Canada
isn't a chick mister." She huffs and pokes his cheek. "I won't be a granny, man. Not unless like... Romano has kids or something. Brother's_
eh... He's missing in action for the most part. I dunno."
shrugs, smirking. See? Just about back to himself. And by the way, he's laying down, so you're going to. Either go or find a way to-
squirm out of his arms around her waist. "I won't snot on ya, don't worry. 'sides, I think I caught it from a human. Dunno if you-
can get it. I can't remember if I ever had one that didn't have to do with country stuff. But I guess I'm what, 50 percent human now?" If-
he passes this on to her, yeah, he'll feel bad. "Ugh, I don't want you to say you were doin' *that* stuff. I don't have the energy to get-
turned on. But hey, no grannypanties, that's reassuring!" He frowns a little and sniffs. "Ah. Sorry, man. Didn't mean nothin' by it."
Aw, fuck. Now he's *apologizing* for things.
Eva
thinks
that means she might have to resist the urge to strangle him eventually then. But nah, seriously, it's good to see him getting back to his_
usual self and all. And eh, she won't squirm away now; her back was starting to hurt from sitting like that anyway, so this is better for _
now. "Well, that's reassuring. Nn, don't get snot on me then, I showered and all. And no, no grannypanties." She likes uh. She likes lace_
and sexy, black things better. Or whatever else she could say out loud just for fun. But eh, too much work right now. "It's ok. I mean he's_
around sometimes, just not much lately. Then half the time he's around he's all locked up in his room or some shit. Don't wanna bother him."
isn't going to try anything either. As long as she doesn't mention those things, because then he might have to force himself to get-
un-exhausted right fast in a hurry. He just kicks the covers back into proper order and shifts around on his pillow. "You did? Shit, what-
Gilbert
was
the occasion?" This is even better like this since he figures it'll make it harder for her to hit him. "Well shit, that sucks. He's an-
alright guy, seems like."
won't mention them unless he's the one to bring them up first, really. So that evens out, sort of. Right? She just rolls her eyes; hey she_
can try and pinch him at least. "Jerk. I like being clean, you know." Yeah, she'll just keep saying things to bury herself some more. Smart,
smart. "Yeah once you get past the bad temper and all. And even so he'll punch you for saying the wrong shit or something. But he's cool."
Gilbert
was
, believe it or not, being completely honest when he said he was too tired. There will be no perving to make her purposely uncomfortable.-
This is how you know you have a sick Prussia. "Oh you do? Well good for you. I'll get you some soap for the holidays." He shrugs. Sounds-
like an upstanding dude. "Just sounds like he doesn't like shittalkers. I feel him there. I mean not literally. I've never felt him. He
does have some nice muscles though."
Eva
is
glad about this then. Well, not glad he's sick, but otherwise she wouldn't really be where she is now. Maybe. It would take a lot of _
convincing. "How thoughtful." She snorts; jerk. "Guess that's it. Not very patient 'bout a lot of things, but then it's a family thing. _
Lux is right about the same, just more of a classy bastard. Yeah, he does have some nice muscles. Been there 'n all."
does have *some* class to him, y'know. Not a lot, just enough to keep him from pulling the I'm-sick-sleep-with-me pity card. It exists.-
Hold on a second though, that sounds interesting. "Been where?"
would hope he didn't pull that card or he'd be disappointed. Though the fact that it exists is the saddest part. She snorts. "Amsterdam."_
Yeah, hopefully he'll get it.
blanks entirely. Nah, he doesn't get it, except for relating that to this week, since that was the first stop on his world tour. "Mn, nope
, not followin' ya. 's'at mean you fucked him?" Ah,yes, what class.
thought he'd get it and be classy about it but eh. Apparently not. Bummer. "Ja, ja. That."
would definitely highfive her for that if he were sitting up and felt like it. Or even say something crass about incest being the best-
cest. She'll just have to settle for him snickering. "Awesome. Hey, one day we can do bro-swap or somethin'. You take mine. He's-
got muscles." No, he hasn't had any sort of medicine. These are his own slightly fever-induced ideas,not the product of cold medicines. -
"You gonna take a nap with me?"
would rather if he took medicine. He would probably say less nonsense- eh, probably not. "Yeah, I can see either of them up to that and all.
And I dunno." She shrugs. "You want me to?"
won't unless held down and forced. He never has and never will, not even aspirin for headaches. "...they sound about evenly matched." He-
shoves his face in his pillow and yawns. "...would uh...would you mind? You don't hafta, though." It's just been sort of nice just-
laying there talking to someone with absolutely no ulterior motives. Weird.
Eva
thinks
it would make him feel better though; but al, whatever he wants, she's not his mum or something. "Guess so. Eh, I don't mind. Just no_
badtouching." Hey, she feels like it's an important detail regardless.
sighs dramatically. "What if I wake up with a boner? That happens sometimes. You'd just blueball me like that?"
shifts around a bit until she's more comfortable and shrugs. "Ehh, I might."
isn't kidding about the boner thing happening, but he'd probably just uh...go hide in the bathroom before he'd wake her up. She doesn't-
need to know that though. "That's cold, lady." He gives up more blanket in case she wants more and sniffs. "Hey..Eva...thanks."
would think that would be a better course of action. Well, depends on her mood, really. But you know, just to be safe and all. "And yet_
you love me so." She sticks her tongue out. Regardless, she does appreciate his... Generosity, sort of. She smiles. "Don't mention it."
sticks his tongue out before burrowing deep under the covers. "Gross. Sissy shit. Go to sleep." Because he's going to here in a minute.
just snorts and sort of snuggles close so she's comfortable. "Eh, fine, fine." That's alright because she seriously will, too.