New Roommate!

[kivaember]

 Who: Prussia and Italy
Where: Prussia's House (Phanga Neighbourhood)
When: 9th May
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

Gilbert was legitimately excited as fuck. The house he managed to get was too large for one person, and now that he was going to have someone else sharing - someone who could cook and clean, mind you - he was darting about in an excitable tizzy. He prepped the guest room by airing out the spare sheets and slipping them on the mattress, pillows and duvet, and even did a quick hoover through the house. He may hate cleaning, but that didn't mean he wanted Italy to think he lived like a complete slob. Contrary to popular belief, Gilbert was tidy...

He just hated cleaning. That was all. 

By the time he was done, Gilbert was ready to flop on the sofa and go to sleep. He refrained and instead sat in the living room, glancing over at the window every so often in hopes of catching sight of Italy, before scowling and looking away, ashamed at being so, well, desperate. The house really was too big for one person, he had felt lonely by himself... Although he would sooner kill himself than admit that out loud. Clustering was for the weak and all that. 

God, with how many times he repeated that that may as well be his catchphrase now. 

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[savemegermany]

Italy didn't take long to gather the perishables which remained at the RED base. He hated leaving the base behind but it was just so lonely by himself and Italy didn't like being alone. He'd just tend to the place on his own free time. It was a safe house, after all. He couldn't just let it fall into disrepair.

Italy was soon up the stairs to Prussia's apartment, a few locals in tow helping him with a few boxes of perishables. Italy carried his clothing and art supplies, which he had to maneuver to knock on Prussia's door.

This was exciting. He was going to live with Germany's big bro. He sounded like he needed the company and someone to make sure he wasn't eating microwaveable food all the time. And Prussia did appreciate Italy's food too.

[kivaember]

Gilbert leapt from the sofa when he heard the knock, and hurriedly moved to his front door. He opened it up and grinned at Italy, immediately holding his hands out to take some of the boxes from the poor man. He doubted Italy was all that good at heavy lifting.

"Italy! Hey, welcome, c'mon, c'mon, in in in~"

[savemegermany]

Italy wasn't the best at carrying heavy or bulky things, so he surrenders the box of art supplies filled with paints, chalk, pencils, and sketch pads.

"Ve~~, thanks," Italy grinned broadly behind the box of clothing. "It's mostly food. I couldn't let good food spoil." He nodded to the locals, who had already made their way into the house to place the boxes in the kitchen like a mini local army. "Ve~~~ they're all so nice."

[kivaember]

"Yeah," Gilbert was still a bit suspicious of the locals, so he watched them hawkishly until they had put down the supplies and exited his house with a friendly wave and smile. "That's all your stuff then?"

[savemegermany]

Italy didn't mind the locals at all. In fact, he liked them. He did find it odd how the economy didn't collapse in on itself when there was no proper trade back and forth between the locals and the outsiders. Other than that, he didn't see anything wrong at all. He was far too trusting, at times.

Italy nodded emphatically at the question, "Si, si. That's everything." Just a lot of art and food and some very stylish clothes.

[kivaember]

"Okay - let's get all your crap into the bedroom then. Here, it's up the stairs and the first door on the left. I'll show you."

[savemegermany]

Italy followed happily, admiring the apartment. It sure was pretty nice and spacious. No wonder this place creeped out Prussia. There were probably things that went bump in the night, most of which would send Italy to crawl into bed with Prussia.

"Ve, this place is really nice~~~" Italy commented, peering over his box.

[kivaember]

"Yeah, damn big too."

They both reached the bedroom, and Gilbert nudged the door open, revealing a spacious, Spartan room with a clean bed. "Here you are. You got a wardrobe and everything. Pretty neat, huh?"

[savemegermany]

"Ve, this is nice," Italy marveled. His space at the base was nice but this felt more like home. Wardrobe, nice-looking bed, windows. It was very homey, something Italy felt like he was missing.

[kivaember]

"Glad you like. Alright, you get settled and I'll pack away your food." Thank goodness Gilbert hadn't really gone grocery shopping, so his cupboards and fridge were woefully empty.

[savemegermany]

Italy nodded. There was a lot of food there, so he'd come and help later, but first to put a few things away. He didn't have much, so after hanging up his jackets and folding the pants, he opened one of his sketchbooks, tore out a sketch of Germany and Japan and one of Medic and Heavy, tacking both sketches to the wall next to the bed.

[kivaember]

It took longer than Gilbert expected to pack away the perishables, and he stored the empty boxes in the cupboard in the hallway (Scary Monster Cupboard he called it, an old habit from where he would tease a younger Ludwig about the dangers of closets and the monsters that lived in them). He went back upstairs to see how Italy was doing, sticking his head past the doorway. "How're you getting on?"

[savemegermany]

"Done~!" Italy turned to greet Gilbert with a smile. The room was tidy, everything put away, the art supplies found their place on and in the desk, even the bed was made. No dust in sight either. The place looked spotless.

[kivaember]

Gilbert whistled lowly, stepping into the bedroom and looking about. "Wow, this looks nice. All those sketches yours?" he asked, pointing to the drawings Italy had put up on the walls.

[savemegermany]

Italy nodded. "Si, all mine. I've been sketching a lot here." There was no one here to tell him no, after all. This place was relatively quiet and peaceful. No war, no other countries trying to kidnap him.

[kivaember]

"Hm...jealous. I can't draw like this..." Gilbert murmured, but hurried to correct himself. "Not to say I'm shit, I'm just...mediocre, I guess at it. Better than Lutz, in any case."

Then again, a five year old was a better artist than Lutz.

[savemegermany]

Italy smiled broadly. "Ve, I could always teach you~~"

[kivaember]

"You could?" Gilbert scratched the back of his head. "How'd you teach me? I thought it was a talent heavy thing."

[savemegermany]

"Basic techniques," Italy replied. "I'm sure that'd help you get better! It worked for the Renaissance!"

[kivaember]

"Basic techniques...?"

[savemegermany]

"Si," Italy nodded emphatically, "like proportions and perspective and color theory!"

[kivaember]

"Oh, I get ya!" Gilbert grinned. "Yeah, proportions is just the worst. I suck at it."

[savemegermany]

"Ve, I could teach you some tricks that make them easier~" Italy offered.

[kivaember]

"Sure - but first, let's eat something. I've only been living off microwavable meals and having something cooked for once is just too much to pass up."

[savemegermany]

Italy nodded. His stomach was hungry too. "I can make spaghetti~~~"