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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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"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!"

"..." Gilbert blinked slowly. "Huh." That was it? He thought it had been something totally gross and freaky. "I see. Er, how shitty." Note to self, stay away from the hospital. Freaky nurses.

"It was really scary!" Really scary. Being a prank seemed to only make it worse. It was just a fake murder. But what if there really had been a real murderer loose in the bubble! There wasn't much room to run away, though Italy was pretty sure Heavy would squash murderer like bug.

"I'm sure it was," Gilbert said with as much sympathy he could muster, which wasn't a lot. If there had been a murderer on the loose...it would've been awesome! How exciting! As well as conspiracies from the weirdo Stepford Smiler locals, there'd also be a murder roaming about! Heheh...

Italy didn't exactly share in the excitement. Instead he clung to Gilbert's arm. "I'm just glad it's over."

Gilbert patted him. "Yeah. Over," he said dully. How boring. "Right, so, you done getting your art supplies yet?"

Italy liked the comforting pat, though he was easily distracted by something much better than dead people and murderers: art.

Italy nodded emphatically, releasing Gilbert's arm. "Si, si. Groceries next?"

"Yup. I'm starving," Gilbert grinned and stepped out of the art shop. Right, food shop time!

Italy tucked the supplies into his bag for later use and bounded out the door. Shopping for groceries was always fun. And now he was shopping for ingredients for bolognese to make for Prussia and Japan! That'll be fun when they all can get together and eat and play football!

Gilbert followed at a much more sedated pace. He tugged his scarf around him closer, scowling at the still chilly atmosphere. He hated cold weather. Hated hated hated it. "So, er, Italy, I heard you were living with some guy called 'Medic'?"

Italy didn't particularly mind the cold, as parts of his home got rather cold at times. That and he could keep himself warm jumping around excitedly.

The name of his roommate catches his attention. "Si," he nodded. "Medic and Heavy~. Have you met them yet?"

"I've met Medic," Gilbert said, his lips curving into a little smile. "He's got a cute bird." Which, of course, in Gilbert speak meant that Medic was obviously a man of good character from the get go. Anyone who has a cute bird companion couldn't possibly be a bad guy.

"Archimedes~" Italy grinned. The dove was special to his roommate, but he hadn't quite asked how or why. Italy just knew if he wanted a kitty, it shouldn't bother Archimedes. Italy had been busying himself with the bakery so getting a kitty had surprisingly been bumped down a bit on his list.

"Yup," Gilbert sighed suddenly. "Ahh...I miss Gilbird..." he mumbled, patting the top of his head where the little canary usually resided.

"Ve, maybe he'll show up here," Italy suggested. He'd heard of things like that happening before and there were an awful lot of talking animals here. Italy had befriended each one, or at least tried to. Some were harder to talk to than others.

"Doubt it..." Gilbert mumbled. He shook the depression off and smiled. "Ah, never mind. I'll hopefully return soon enough. Right, food. Fooood..." he hummed, looking about for the grocery store.

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