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]

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.