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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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Italy of course didn't particularly care for dangerous things. They were scary. Buildings and kitties and people were much more interesting. "Ve, I cook a lot of things. Pasta is just my favorite~." He learned a few things from Big Bro France and from Germany, probably a few things from Japan too.

"Hm..." Gilbert rubbed the back of his neck, smirking suddenly. "So...that means you'd know how to cook cakes and stuff, right?"

Italy nodded emphatically. "Si, and what I don't know, I can always learn~~" When it came to cooking, Italy seemed incredibly smart. Many arts were the same way. Everything else? Not so much.

Gilbert logged this information away. If there was one thing Gilbert was good at, it was wrangling free food from people; free tasty food. It wasn't that he couldn't cook for himself, it was just that from childhood he had learned that there was never enough food, as the Teutonic Knights were soldiers living in the rough, and after that Prussia had always been a poor country...it was only in recent decades that Gilbert didn't have to manipulate food out of other people.

He still did it anyway.

"I can always help out at the bakery, y'know," Gilbert said slyly. "As food taster. Just to make sure the stuff is great for customer consumption."

And Gilbert had found the perfect person to mooch food from. Italy was gullible and wanted to help out. More importantly, Gilbert was Germany's older brother. He'd get the same respect and affection as Germany did, though that might not be what Gilbert particularly wanted.

"Ve, I'd like that~!" Italy said excitedly, jumping into a hug. "I can always make you extra to take home too~"

"Oof!" Gilbert was a bit startled at the hug, and he stood there with his arms hanging by his sides for a few stunned seconds before awkwardly returning it. "Er, eheh, thanks! You're really nice, Italy."

Dammit, now Gilbert felt bad for tricking him.

"Anything for a friend!" Italy grinned, completely oblivious to Gilbert's inner thoughts. Italy was just happy to have a friend and familiar face here in this weird land. This place confused him and a lot of people yelled at him, for some odd reason. And even weirder, people kept telling him he wasn't a country. Arguing wasn't exactly one of his stronger suits.

"F-Friend...?" Gilbert stuttered, before he clamped his mouth shut and just nodded. Right. Yeah. Italy was his friend. They'd been on friendly terms long enough.

"Ve, of course~" Italy nodded. His friendships weren't all necessarily healthy. Regardless, he valued the friendships he formed quite dearly.

Gilbert looked a bit awkward. He was a total dork when it came to 'friends', and it was an obvious failing of his. He hated relying on people - if only because he had to rely on himself for too long, and made enough enemies that he was usually excluded from most of the nations' interactions. He was treated more as an annoyance in modern times now.

Besides, clustering was for the weak.

"Uh...so, um, art supplies," he reminded Italy weakly.

Italy was quite distractable, especially when it came to art. He released Gilbert and grinned. "Ve, ve, art supplies~" Art was always such a good subject. "This way~" he said, skipping off in the direction of the art store.

Gilbert trailed after him with a troubled expression.

Once they reached the stores, his pensive air had cleared up, and he tilted his head at the strange, musty smell filling the air. A mix of paints and thick paper, it made Gilbert feel like he had stepped into an old library. "So what're looking for again? Sketchbooks?"

Italy didn't like to make people feel uncomfortable or troubled, but right now, he was a bit distracted. He was going shopping with a friend! And art was exciting too. "Ve," he thought about his list aloud. "Sketchbooks, pencils, and pastels."

Italy had been to this store several times since his arrival not too long ago. He knew where everything was and had no trouble finding exactly what he needed. The trouble was deciding what colors to get. "Ve, Prussia, which do you like better for the water-sky here?" he asked, holding up two similar blue pastels, one lighter than the other.

Prussia or Germany wasn't known for its artistic abilities, so Gilbert just stared blankly at the two colours. They looked exactly the same. "Uh...that one," he said, pointing to the darker shade of blue.

Italy smiled broadly. "Ve, I like that one too. I'll get this one!" He put the lighter one back. He could always come to get that later if he wanted it but one blue pastel should do just fine.

"You should come and draw with me sometime," Italy offered.

"Maybe," Gilbert said slowly. He was hardly going to say he had the artistic ability of a potato - he had too much pride to admit that. He was good at drawing cars though, and blueprints of buildings. But that was as far as his abilities went. "I don't really have much patience for drawing though."

"Ve, that's too bad." Maybe Italy could convince him sometime. Maybe. Or, "We could find something else fun to do~~~" He could always find Japan to draw with instead.

Gilbert suddenly smirked, looking amused over something. "Yeah, something fun like football."

Italy perked up at the mention. "Football! I'd love to play some football~" It had been awhile since he'd played it. He begged Germany to play, but he didn't play much. He'd have to teach Japan about it. And most of the other countries didn't want to play.

"Great," Gilbert's grin certainly looked predatory at this point. It felt a bit unfair, since Gilbert was so totally awesome at football (they almost won the World Cup after all, before SPAIN RUINED IT ALL) and Italy...well sadly Gilbert had full confidence in crushing him on the sport field.

Playful crushing of course. Gilbert would go easy on him. Yes.

Italy just wanted to have fun with it, truthfully. Playing with a friend was always good, and if he lost, he lost. That didn't mean he wouldn't play to win. It wouldn't be fun if he just half-assed it anyway.

"We'll definitely have to do this~! I bet we could play in the park or even up on the island~"

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Gilbert nodded, but looked a little intrigued. He hadn't yet gone up to that island place thing. He had no clue what was up there anyway. "We can even get Japan to join in. Bit of a three way footie match."

Italy nodded emphatically. "That'd be fun!~" It would definitely be a good getaway from everything that had been going on. All these curses had Italy worried about the place. At least for a bit.

Gilbert nodded, smiling a little. A game of footie with Japan and Italy sounded pretty fun, and it was with friendly nations too. If it had been Russia and Austria...oof, shudder. "So, by the way, I forgot to ask...what was with this April's Fools joke that everyone had been ranting about? Something about a murder...?"

Well that question killed Italy's chipper mood. "The local nurses shredded a body and put it on the coral. It looked like a horrible murder!"