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Characters: Prussia + Anyone who wants to join
Where: The shops
When: Late Monday morning, 9th April
Style: Prose or action
Status: OPEN

Gilbert tugged the scarf closer around him, burying his slightly pink nose into it to try and fend off the cold. He found it weird that an underwater dimension could reach close to freezing, and wondered if things would actually start to ice over. It would be fascinating to watch, that's for sure, but Gilbert didn't really want to have to watch out for Glaciers or the like just for going out for a walk. He was glad that the cold came just after he did his clothes shopping though. Would've sucked wandering about in nothing but the clothes he arrived in - i.e just his boxers. He would've frozen to death.

And he knew from experience that freezing to death was simply awful.

"Wish I had Gilbird. Shopping's fun with him..." Gilbert grumbled quietly, sorely missing his little bird companion. He lifted his hand out of his pocket, holding a rumpled piece of paper in his grasp. Thank God stuff were for free here otherwise he would've been living in a cardboard box. He still found it fishy that the apartments and furniture and food were for free, but the mystery could be placed on the back burner while he secured a good headquarters - with a fridge full of food. He still felt a bit uncertain wandering about in the streets though. So many strange beings with their own strange abilities and their strange customs - it was both exciting and worrisome. Gilbert remembered his altercation with a blond Superman-wannabe the last time he was here. It did not end well for him.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. The cold always made him a bit woozy and tired. Shopping and scouting. Focus on those things.

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"Did he now? Well that just saves a load of exposition on my part. That's always lame and boring," Gilbert snorted, waving a hand about dismissively. "I'm unsurprised about him finding someone to house with; he always did find a strong guy to get on his side. He's sorta crafty, if you think about it."

He smiled. "But it's always good to find other nations, other friendly ones, in any case."

Medic nodded "Vell, I already heard a lot from Norvay, back vhen he vas still around. Zhough he left several monzhs ago actually." The RED looked a bit thoughtful at that. Norway had been a good friend to him after all. But he shock those thoughts away again and looked back up at Prussia, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I sort of found him on zhe plaza vhen he arrives und he just... Refused to let go. Zhe base ist large enouff after all und haffing someone around zhat gladly takes care of almost all zhose daily chores does not hurt anyone. Also, he has yet to prove to be harmful." In fact, none of the nations Medic had met so far had been aggressive in any way. Despite all those wars every single one of them had apparently gone through already.

Nations were well versed in politics and diplomacy, which meant that most aggression was reserved for closed doors or in subtle word games - or gift giving. A lot can be said in an innocent present, and Gilbert had enjoyed many gift giving games with his allies and enemies. There was nothing better than thinking up of an insulting present, and receiving one in turn. Backhanded compliments too, to accompany the gifts. Really, despite all the wars they fought, the nations were more than likely to get into a bitching contest than a stabbing one.

"Yeah, that definitely sounds like Italy," Gilbert chortled. "But Norway was here? Do you know of any other nations? I know Canada and Japan were here last time I was here...however briefly."

Medic nodded "Ja. Norvay vas hier, but he left about five monzhs ago. I briefly spoke to America und rezently met zhe Nezherlands, but haff not seem him again sinze zhen." He himself had not met Canada or Japan actually.

"But, if you do not mind me asking," the mercenary began, curiosity getting the better of him at last "Vhat time you come from, actually? Vhat year?" He just recently had that conversation with Italy after all. About nations that actually disappeared due to wars and whatnot. And from what Medic knew, Prussia did not exist anymore. So was this one even aware of that yet?

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Gilbert gave Medic a queer look before clarity dawned on him. "Ah. Well, I'm from 2012 of course." He then let out a long, great weary sigh that felt like it came from his very old bones. "It's a very long and complicated story, but, the short story is is that although Prussia is long gone, I wasn't, er, originally Prussia to begin with. I was the avatar of the Teutonic Knights, or the German Order, and so long as they, and Berlin, exist, then I do too."

Let's not get into the messy history of Gilbert murdering the Old Prussia and taking its place like some bloody cuckoo. It was a point in history that polite company did not discuss out in the open.

2012? Now that was a year Medic didn't expect to ever see himself, so there sure was some surprise showing on his face at that response. But at least Italy seemed to have been right. The nations didn't just die or vanish, even if Italy's explanation had been a little bit more one to be used to explain things to little children.

The German merely nodded, at last "I see. Vell. Italy said you came to live vizh your brozher actually. Vhich may only be a different vay of putting it, I assume."

"Well, yeah. I mean, I kinda went to live with Russia for a while during the whole Berlin Wall business, y'know, and trying to get your own house in the current economical environment is just impossible, so," Gilbert shrugged a little. "I went to live with him. Less hassle."

"So zhey really build zhat? Zhe vall, I mean?" Oh, he had heard of that, yes. Vaguely. But ever since he joined RED politics and most things going on outside their battlefields have grown less and less important. Needless to say that he hadn't set foot in his home country for almost 25 years.

"Of course they built it," Gilbert said, and there was a note of bitterness to his voice. He looked at Medic contemplatively. "...so what point in time are you from? I mean, it'd have to be before 1960 if you didn't think the wall had been built."

Medic frowned a little, pondering those words. Finally, he just sighed "1968. But I haff... left Germany shortly after zhe vat ended und just stopped... To pay attention. Only zhe Spy mentioned somezhing about zhis at one point, but..." he trailed off, and shrugged. No need for all the details. The end of the war had been messy enough and Medic was aware that he was quite lucky to still be lively this very day despite having gotten captured.

A noise rumbled in Gilbert's throat as he took in Medic's words. "I see...well you wouldn't be the only one who left before then," he drawled wryly. He shook his head sharply, suddenly stamping his foot and grinned. "Enough! Yes, I don't like talking about that point in history. It's so incredibly depressing. So! Change of subject."

"Gladly." Medic agreed, feeling a little reminded of the Soldier by the abrupt way Prussia went about switching topics. An yet, the RED wouldn't explain.

"Very vell. So how long haff you been hier? I see you already seem to know your vay around down hier at least."

"Ah, I haven't been here long. A week, maybe? I managed to get an apartment..." Gilbert mumbled. "I hadn't been here all that long last time I was here, so here's to hoping I last more than a month, huh? Or, not. I don't know," Gilbert looked a little puzzled. "I kind of want to figure out the mystery of this place, because God knows I have nothing better to do back home, but I also miss the internet and Community."

He laughed, shaking his head a little. "Whatever. Whatever happens, happens, I guess. How about you? How long have you been kicking about this Atlantis Reject place?"

"About eight, maybe nine monzhs now." was the reply the nation got. It still somehow wondered the mercenary how much time had already gone by. Soon it will be an entire year since he and the Heavy arrived.

"You can also just find yourself a job to keep you busy. Oder join zhe Defense Forze. Zhere are several trainers vizh zhem zhat you can ask for lessons. I personally vent vizh helping out at zhe hospital. Fairly handy in zertain regards considering my personal projects I came to vork on at long last." Projects RED had not been interested in.

"A job?" Gilbert sounded thoughtful at this. A job actually sounded pretty tempting at the moment. Although Gilbert came across as lazy at times, the fact of the matter was was that Gilbert couldn't /stand/ not having anything to do. He wasn't a workaholic, but he was no couch potato either. He needed activity, something to keep his mind and body busy, otherwise he would try to entertain himself in other ways, ways which either got him arrested, or had something exploding.

He scoffed at 'lessons' though. "Pleeease~ like I need lessons to join a Defence Force, or whatever. I'm Prussia! I'm the epitome of Defence and Offence!I've kicked ass throughout the ages!" He puffed his chest out, grinning arrogantly. "...but," he deflated, rubbing the back of his neck. "I admit I'm a bit out of practice. Not a lot of wars going on in the twenty first century. Where is this Defence Force place thing?"

Medic raised a single brow at Prussia's brief outburst, but refrained from commenting to it. At least this way of acting was remotely familiar.

"Nun, zhere ist no real plaze for zhat. You pretty much only sign up und let zhose handling zhe forze know you are villing to help in case zhe next giant sea creature oder vhatever dezides to attack."

Yes. It had been rather quiet lately... That little murder joke aside. But that has been none of those occasions where they had to actually defend themselves or fight to protect this underwater city.

"Hmmm..." Gilbert smirked. "I'll look it up then. I mean, there's not much else to do aside from walking about."

Suddenly, Gilbert looked a bit - well not shy as such, but slightly uncertain. "Sooo...where do you live? I mean, y'know, I kinda know Italy and it's good to stay in contact, y'know, with old buddies...plus I could pop down and visit you too. Fellow Germans banding together, and whatnot..."

"Ach, zhat ist hardly a secret: Ve live in zhe RED Base me und mein colleague, zhe Heavy, haff set up. Zhe building ist fairly large und, aside from beign listed as one of zhe safe houses in case of an emergenzy... It ist red." A dark, bloody red. Medic looked fairly proud of that detail. Red. Not blue. Like everything else. Even if he had grown less nervous walking through the city over the months, it still irked him. All the blue... Everywhere.

"It ist partly open for everyone to come in. At least zhe training areas and zhe shooting range are. Personal quarters, zhe lab und storage rooms are, of course, not freely accessible. I can give you zhe adress so you can mark it down on your map. You can feel free to stop by at pretty much every time." the RED shrugged lightly, then added a chuckle "I am sure Italy vould be pleased to see an old friend as vell."

"Red Base?" Gilbert murmured thoughtfully, looking back on his wanderings throughout Vatheon to see if he could remember spotting it before. Vaguely, he remembered... "I think I know where it is...sort of. I'll find it. I have the directional sense of a homing pigeon," he bragged, puffing out his chest with a small grin.

"Thanks though," he added, rubbing the back of his neck, his grin becoming a bit sheepish. "For, er, giving me permission I guess." Nations were normally quite picky about who could pop around their homes after all, and Prussia was on quite a few "Throw Out Upon Sighting" lists. Only with the lame countries though, because they were so lame they couldn't withstand his pure awesomeness out of utter jealousy.

Yeah.

"B-But, I'm probably distracting you from your shopping right now, huh?" Gilbert pushed his hands back into his pockets, looking away with a wry grin. "So, uh...y'know, unless you wanna shop with me, or whatever. Not that you have to, I mean."

Medic nods approvingly, then adds a short shrug "Distracting, maybe. But not in a bozhersome vay. Also, you are velcome."

Glancing up towards the bird that has by now gotten all comfortable on his head again, the man chuckled "Nun, I do not need zhat much, so I am not sure if it even counts as shopping to just pick up zhe usual grozeries. So I apparently happen to haff some time on my hand in case you vould like some company."

Gilbert's knee-jerk reaction was to deny that he would want company - because being alone was /great/ and Gilbert certainly loved being alone - but he bit his bottom lip to stifle it. Even if Italy was here, Gilbert knew better than to ostracise possible allies due to his pride. He smiled and nodded after a moment, scuffing his foot against the ground.

"Ja. Yes, some company'll be awesome. Shopping's boring by yourself."

"Very vell, zhen zhat ist set, it seems." the German seemed a bit content with himself. And his social performance. It could have gone a lot worse after all. But then again: His personal experience with the nations wasn't the worst one. And getting to know Italy's friends couldn't hurt.

"Are you looking for somezhing spezific, if I may ask?"

"Wurst and potatoes," Gilbert replied promptly. "And beer. I'm probably not helping with the German stereotype, but I can really go for a pint right now, like, you don't even know how badly." He grinned wryly and ran his fingers through his hair. "Don't suppose they're selling televisions and PS3s or Xbox 360, or a DS, either?"

Medic couldn't help but chuckle at that "Oh, I understand vhat you mean. Und I haff to say zhat zhe beer zhey sell hier ist at least besser zhan zhe stuff zhey sell in America." The mercenary smirked a little at that before adding a short shrug "I am not sure about televisions und... Vell. Zhose ozher zhings actually. I do not zhink zhere even ist eine television station down hier."

"Fuuuuuuuuuck..." Gilbert groaned, slumping a little as he rubbed at his forehead in brief despair. "And here I was hoping for some entertainment of the electronic kind. Well! No use crying over spilt milk," he chirped, his mood brightening once more. "Guess it's just food shopping for me then."

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