he should share the wealth and make him one too~
side eyes him a little, but starts to make the other a cup as well. He hasn't seen the other in a very long time, he supposes he can try to be nice....
he should be nice~ He had come all the way from Australia for the Italian's coffee. 'How have you been, Romano?'
sneezes twice. But he's not sick! "Fine. Just feeling a little shitty." He finishes up the espresso, sliding the small cup over to William. "Yourself?" He'll be nice, because the other was forced to endure_
_that eyebrows bastard for so long.
frowns in concern, lifting a hand to the nation's brow to test his temperature. 'Fine... although you're looking less than stellar.'
bats his hand away. "I'm fine. Maybe I just need longer siestas or something...." He takes his espresso like a shot, hoping it'll wake him up a little.
hums. He was sure the nation was a bit toasty. It wasn't a full blown fever but... 'You sure you should be drinking that while you're coming down with something.'
huffs softly. "I'm not coming down with anything, I'm not sick." His body was just being...shitty. That's all. "Do you want pasta or anything?" Shitty bodies were no excuse for being a bad host.
shakes his head, 'Why don't you just go have a rest and I'll let myself out?' Although he doubted the nation would sleep well with all that caffeine. 'Or atleast take a seat and we can chat or watch a film or_
him a look. "Look. I'm not sick..." Not that he would listen. "But if you would rather watch a movie, that's fine too..."
wouldn't listen. 'Alright. Just point me in the direction of your blankets though, cause it's effing freezing.' He would of course one upon the Italian too.
doesn't think it's that cold. "Second floor, third door on your right." The linen closet was filled with them. "I'm going to go fetch some wine." Wine always made him feel better.
raises an eyebrow at that, moving to the hall to start up the stairs. 'Sick people shouldn't drink,' he tuts teasingly before going to fetch several blankets. It was the middle of the winter here! It was_
freezing compared to home.
[I think plurk ate the first half of that response D: ]
((Try refreshing? It's been playing up. :c ))
goes to fetch the wine anyways. "Then good thing I'm not sick..." He sneezes again, which frustrates him a little more. But he carries the bottle, and two glasses back to the living room.
smirks when he hears the sneeze, quickly making his way back down with a couple of blankets and entering what he presumes is the livingroom. 'What movies have you got?'
may have grabbed a box of tissues as well >>;; "I don't know...decades worth. Feliciano just buys them all the time, whatever you want to watch, I'm sure its there..." Well...between Italian, Spanish, and _
eyes up the tissues, placing some of the blankets on the couch before he unfolds one and covers the other with it... also covering his head by accident. 'How about the Godfather?' He wasn't really sure what the
flails a little, before managing to push off the blankets, glaring at the other for a moment. "Si...we have that." Huff. Getting up, he slips in the DVD, before settling back in the pile of blankets, holding_
_out a wine glass for the other.
laughs at the flailing, sitting himself down beside the other. He accepts the glass easily, grinning. 'How gracious.'
rolls his eyes, grumbling under his breath a little. He starts the movie as he takes a sip of wine.
Sips his own wine, pulling one of the blankets over to cover himself. 'So... Is this actually what it was like or did America get it wrong?'
snorts "America...has his own ideas. They are not necessarily the right ideas."
[I've actually never seen the Godfather ;; ]
Nods, 'Sounds like America...' He had witnessed the pain that was the film Australia after all. 'I bet you get a lot of tourists though.'
hums softly. "Feliciano gets lots of tourists. I get them too, but not as much..." Even less since the mafia has been...acting up lately >>;;