at Denmark's house. Sleeping away his fucking worries.

heading there right now. He comes up to Denmark's door and knocks very loudly.

[Is Den even online?]

( Not sure. Should we wait? )

[HMMMMMMMM nah. I'm impatient. Sorry Den if you see this. I'll pretend you went out]

[and responding would be a good idea. Sorry]

groans, shifting on the couch. Stupid door...probably one of Den's million brothers...

( Hahaha, that's okay. )

doesn't get an answer so rings the door bell for extra measure.

groans, and rolls off the couch. 'Who is it?" He calls.

hears the familiar voice of his bruder. "Gil. It's me." He was being stern. He hadn't seen his bruder in a long time and the Prussian's room

a bigger mess than usual.

sighs from his spot on the floor, and drags himself up and towards the door. Mumbling tiredly under his breath, he opened the door and _

stared blankly at him.

not happy at all. "You're coming home with me right now."

isn't in the greatest of moods either "Ja, vati. Issit past my curfew?"

frowns. "Ja, it is." He replies back humourless. "Get your stuff and we're going."

didn't bring anything, he check to make sure GIlbird is still in his hair, adjusts his scarf and walks out. "Whatever..."

can clearly tell there is something up now and follows after him silently.

[is there a car, or are they just going to walk? Germany's like...right there]

( Walk. )

starts walking ahead, kicking a rock out of his way.

((Pfft. Fine. Leave my house without my knowledge. I'll worry about ye and freak and-.... Ja, it doesn't matter. -w- ))

(( Sorry Soren. Need to have a talk with Gil. Bl ))

((That's fine. -w- Gil's too impatient anyways.))

watches him and realizes there is more to this situation than he had first thought. "Where did you get that scarf?"

(( He is. xD ))

why everyone freaks about the scarf "I've always had it...just haven't worn it in awhile..." He's mostly mumbling, not in the mood to talk.

nods a bit at that explanation. "It's not that cold. I just found it odd, that's all."

scratches lightly at the bandages under the scarf. "Figure someone as awesome as me could bring it back into style, right?" He tone wasn't_

cocky, it was monotone and dead.

noticed his tone. "...right." He grows silent for a while longer before speeding up to catch up to the Prussian. "What happened?"

staring intently at a lightpole in the distance. "I was at Den's..I stayed the night and you got me."

sighs. That wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear but he would take it. He opens the door for Gilbert before ushering him in.

walks in, heading straight upstairs, not bothering to take off his jacket or shoes.

frowns. He wasn't sure what he could say to the other to get him to open up. If he was as emotional stunted then Gilbert was another matter

on its own.

just...doesn't care anymore. About anything. He's done.