Nation in the base!

[red_medic]

Characters: RED Medic red_medic, RED Heavy sandvich_good, Italy savemegermany
Location: RED Base
Time: After this.
Style: Starting with prose as usual. Following whatever gets chosen after~
Status: closed

If Medic thought about it, he still wasn't entirely able to fighure out how he ended up leading one jumpy, young male to the base that he and Heavy had spend so much time with to set up. There also was the question how the Russian would react to Italy. Or how Italy would react to Heavy. He surely would find out soon enough, which only summoned forth an entirely different question: Did he want to find out?

The German opened the main entrance to the building once they stood right in front of it and quickly looked around, keeping his eyes and ears open for a sign of his colleague "Heavy? Are you zhere?"

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[savemegermany]

The answer to that was actually very simple. It was hard not to adopt the country. He wasn't exactly the most useful person, but he knew how to cook, clean, and paint like no other.

Italy had taken to holding on to Medic's arm. It was nice and comforting. He did it to Germany, too, which he didn't particularly like but often tolerated. This place was scary, after all. He'd never heard of a Vazheon before and he certainly didn't want to be alone.

"Heavy?" he echoed. What an odd name.

[sandvich_good]

Heavy wasn't difficult to get along with, as long as you didn't piss him off. Though he'd never admit it, he is sort of a gentle giant. Didn't mean he wouldn't kill you if he was ordered to. But without his job, the mercenary didn't have much to keep him busy. So he was in the shooting range with his minigun, about to take a break from a hard day's practice. As he carried the gun with him to the kitchen to fix a sandvich, he heard his name being called.

"Doktor? Am in the kitchen. What is it?" that's odd, he thought. He thought he heard someone else with Medic...

[red_medic]

At the sound of the other RED's voice, Medic frowned. Well. There went his hope of Heavy being somewhere in the city. This way he'd have to explain this right away. Producing a silent sigh, the German glanced over to the nation clinging to his arm, again, and stepped forward. Further into the base and towards the kitchen. At least it was the kitchen. So Heavy most likely wasn't hungry. Which was good.

"You can let go now." he hissed sharply, bringing his attention up in the general direction of the open kitchen door but not yet quite entering before he had his arm to himself again.

"I... I zhink I brought someone home vizh me." Medic finally replied to Heavy, just barely managing to not grit his teeth. Too much.

[savemegermany]

"Ve~" Italy replied, releasing the German's arm. Germany didn't like it when he clung to him either. He wasn't about to piss off his new friend too much, and he was a bit of a pushover. Telling him to do something wasn't all too hard, unless it was running or not eating pasta.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and followed Medic.

[sandvich_good]

Heavy heard the Doktor coming over and listened to what he had to say, surprised that German had brought someone over. It would be a lie to say Heavy wasn't curious. Medic never brought anyone over. His never did, either. "Oh? Who is new person?" he asked, right before his question was answered as Medic and Italy walked in. Heavy just looked the new comer over, smirking all the while.

"...hello. I am Heavy Weapons Guy." and he then lifted his massive gun. "And this is my weapon. Sasha."

[red_medic]

So far Heavy's reaction was a calm one. And Medic was grateful for that. Had he caught the massive man in a bad mood this meeting might have been entirely different. He nodded in a quiet greeting towards his colleague and gestured towards the male he brought with him "Zhis ist Italy. He ist new in zhe zity und seemed... Vell. Lost."

And he turned towards Italy next "You are now in zhe RED base. Bozh, Heavy as vell as myself used to vork als merzenaries." he perked a single brow, paying close attention to the reaction Italy might show.

[savemegermany]

"Ve~~~ That is a big gun." It reminded him of Germany's tanks. Germany did have all the cool toys. His were rather ineffective. Even the grenades didn't work half the time.

Italy didn't have any trouble with big guys, just scary Russians, and right now, Heavy didn't seem like a scary Russian. Yet. "What do I call you? Guy?"

Mercenaries? "Ve~~~" He seemed perfectly fine with it. "I can't fight much but I can cook!"

Sorry I'm late, guys! D:

[sandvich_good]

"Da, Sasha is MASSSIVE gun!" the Russian bellowed, a smile present. Clearly this newcomer wouldn't be so bad if he could appreciate his weapon. Heavy could dig having some extra hands around here.

"Nyet, Heavy is fine. Do not call me 'Guy'." he sounded a bit stern, but wasn't exactly mean. Just letting him know the ground rules and whatnot. However, his voice changed to a lighter happier tone when Italy mentioned food. "Oh? You can cook?"

He was liking this guy already.

[red_medic]

Medic watched quietly, and then nodded towards himself. They seemed to be getting along quite fine actually. He was used to people being scared of Heavies at first, but this actually worked out somehow!

The German turned his attention to his colleague, head tilted sidewards just a little "So I take it zhere ist nozhing zhat speaks against him staying hier for a bit?" and he turned to Italy right after, a small frown forming on his face yet again "Und I may haff eine question for you as vell: Do you know someone by zhe name of... Norvay, by chanze?"

[savemegermany]

The stern voice startled him. He could only think of Russia for a moment. He didn't know Russia too well yet - his contact with the northern country so far had been very brief - but he seemed to be a pretty nice guy. However for some reason, the other countries, save Germany, seemed to be scared of him, which of course meant he terrified Italy (then again, what didn't?). Maybe it was that blank stare he had.

Italy perked up at the mention of food. "Ve~~~, I can cook all sorts of Italian foods! Germany taught me how to make wurst and sour kraut and other German foods! Big brother France taught me some recipes too." Oh boy did he love to cook!

He thought for a moment about Norway. "Ve, I do. He's one of the Nordic countries. I don't know him too well."

Sorry I'm late!

[sandvich_good]

Cooking was something Heavy liked, because afterwards he got to eat. And if someone else cooked? Even better. But...something was off. Why did this person keep calling other people names of countries? It didn't make sense. This clearly needed to be discussed. "Doktor. May I speak with you for a moment, in private?"

[red_medic]

Medic nodded as Italy. So he did know Norway after all, which somehow was good to know "Nun, I vas just curious. Norvay helped me out vizh somezhing vhen he vas in zhe zity, but I am afraid he has left some monzhs ago now. If you know him at least, zhen you must be from zhe same vorld."

At Heavys words, and especially the tone in the large mans voice, Medic turned towards him, a faint confusion rising "Ja?" and after a short glance down at Italy again, he mentioned towards the kitchen with one hand "Vell. If you vish to, you can haff a look around in zhe meantime. Ve vill follow."

[savemegermany]

"Same world?" Italy didn't get that. It sounded like something America would go on about. Other worlds. Aliens. Weird stuff. America was weird anyway.

"Ve, ve," he nodded. The first place, explore the kitchen.

[sandvich_good]

"Da, we will follow later." Once Italy was gone, the Russian turned to his friend. He gave the Medic a raised eyebrow. "Doktor. Why does dis man keep calling his friends by names of countries? Is something wrong with him?" and Heavy's arms were folded at this point. Clearly, he wanted to know exactly what the hell was going on and he wanted to know it fast.

[red_medic]

There was a moment of silence in which Medic just looked up at the Russian, then pinched the bridge of his nose with a quiet sigh, pushing his glasses up at the motion "Heavy..." he started, his tone almost painfully patient as he went on "Has someone, anyone, ever asked you vhy your name ist Heavy Veapons Guy? Vhat vould your ansver to zhat question be? I am quite zertain it ist zhe same ansver I am giving every time I am being asked vhy I call myself Medic: Zhis ist who I am."

He paused, readjusted his glasses and looked back at the other mercenary now "Und it ist zhe same for him. He calls himself Italy because zhat ist who, vhat he ist: Eine personifikation of zhe country Italy. Vhich seems pretty normal vhere he comes from. Maybe you heard zhat moron zhat called himself America on zhe netvork. He as vell. Und if you remember Norvay, oder Nikoli how he also called himself, he too originates from zheir vorld."

Medic fell silent after that, but kept his eyes on his friend, waiting for either acceptance of his world or to be called insane by the other RED. He knew how weird all of this sounded after all and it wasn't like it had come easy to him to believe any of this himself at first.

[savemegermany]

Italy was oblivious to the conversation happening outside the kitchen. He knew he was a country, because that was the only thing he'd ever been. Here was just weird. People didn't believe he was a country, but that was okay. He was Italy, the country everyone else picked on. That was just how it was anyway.

Italy hummed a tune as he poked about the cabinets, familiarizing himself with where the pots and pans were. Oh the food he could make in this kitchen! It was amazing!

[sandvich_good]

Heavy just stood there, looking at Medic, his blue eyes meeting the Doktor's own. He was searching for something, anything, that may have proven Medic was only joking. After a while, though, it became apparent that he was serious. A sigh came out of the Russian's mouth, as he closed his eyes. Medic brought up good points...and weirder things had happened. He opened his eyes again and looked at his friend.

"Very well. Will believe him. Though is still bit strange to me."

[red_medic]

Medic nodded in agreement "It ist. But to many hier unser respawn system ist just as strange. Try to keep zhat in mind."

He turned his head towards the kitchen, listening to the sounds coming from it for a moment before adding "But... I do not zhink ve should give him any veaponry. I may be vrong, but... I haff zhe feeling zhat vould not vork out too vell."

With that, the German gestured for Heavy to follow him and moved towards the room that Italy was already getting familiar with. It sort of already felt like having a Scout around. Only a less insulting and more clingy one.

[savemegermany]

Italy had also busied himself with tidying up the place, straightening dishes, cleaning counters until you could see your reflection in them, the like. He didn't have much time to do so, but he was rather good at what he did, unlike fighting, which always turned out disastrous.

Italy turned when the other two returned. "Ve~, I could make lunch! What would you like? Pasta?" Pasta was the answer to almost everything.

[sandvich_good]

"Well, makes sense. Is top secret after all." Heavy nodded though, to Medic's idea. Giving this new comer a weapon wasn't exactly smart. Heavy, for one, knew nothing about this man. Except he called himself Italy and he loved food. Which, was...interesting.

However, Heavy was pulled from his thoughts when Medic gestured for him to follow. So he did so, allowing the German to lead him to Italy's new spot...wherever that was. Probably the kitchen.

[red_medic]

Medic was glad somehow that Heavy seemed to take it all quite well after all.

As they entered the kitchen, the German looked around for the nation for a moment before catching sight of him. Pasta? Well, Italy seemed a little... Obsessed witht that. But it wasn't something they have been eating a lot ever since they came here. So he nodded "Sure. If you vish to do somezhing, feel free to do so."

Heavy might be quite happy about a slight change in their diet.

[savemegermany]

Italy brightened with the reply. He was completely obsessed with pasta, but also pizza and gelato, but pasta seemed to be the primary obsession.

Anyway, the country had already gathered some of the ingredients prior to the other two's arrival. Flour, egg, whatever was available to make fresh pasta from scratch. (And because cooking in Hetalia seems to take a few panels) The pasta would be ready shortly because Italy is an amazing cook like that. Or something.