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Characters: RED Medic and...?
Location: The park
Time: March 15th
Style: prose or action
Status: open

Working with a bubble that displayed all his thoughts had been... Difficult. Not just did it distract the patients he talked to, but also it could get quite... Well. Embarassing. Especially when he got bored. Or... Distracted. Not many patients valued the sight of themselves cut open and mutilated on their doctor's examination table for some reason or another.

That was why Medic had taken to insert more breaks into his work schedule. Breaks he would use to clear his mind and concentrate on keeping himself and his thoughts in check.

Which was hard. Hard enough to make the mercenary twitchy. His mind and thoughts just used to be the one place where he always could live out any idea that came to him without anyone bothering him about it. But now they were all open to everyone.

Reason enough to take the day off and spend it somewhere quiet. Somewhere where he could let his mind wander or just try to keep that annoying bubble as clear as humanly possible. And as Medic sat at the edge of a small lake in the park, the bubble displayed but one thing: Itself.

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This curse was hardly a bother for Italy. His mind usually drifted to pasta or some other Italian food or thinking happy thoughts with friends or even a kitty. He was a pretty simple country, at times. He tried not to think of the wars or the people who were mean to him, and only think of good things.

Italy had made lunch, if a huge pile of fresh noodles could be called a 'single' lunch. Sketchpad tucked into a shoulder bag, Italy bounded to the park to find a nice place to eat, only to find the place was already occupied.

He knew better than to sneak up on a mercenary (or even a German for that matter), so he bounded over and leapt on Medic's shoulders with a loud "Hiiiiii~~~~!"

The mercenary heard the footsteps, but by the time he turned around, Italy had already latched onto him, making the RED jump in surprise "WAS zum--?!" His own carefully kept calm bubble literally exploded into quick flashes of old memories circling around BLU Spies and sometimes even RED ones, knives at the ready and a sinister smirk present.

Though he did also recognize the others voice and the bubble flashes to a quick image of the nation "Italien!" oh, right. Medic shock his head briefly before correcting himself, hands reaching up to remove the young man from himself "Italy, vhat are you doing hier?"

Italy didn't pay much mind to the bubbles. He'd been through enough wars himself that it wasn't disturbing at all. It seemed like something Germany would think.

The country was easily removable, but still grinned at Medic broadly and innocently, offering up a large Tubberware filled with steaming fresh pasta. "Ve, I was going to have lunch here! Would you like to join me? I have plenty of fresh, made-from-scratch pasta with meatballs, marinara sauce, and shredded mozzarella cheese!" When he said plenty, he meant enough to feed a small platoon.

Medic gave the nation a mildly iritated look after having gotten introduced to the vast amount of food "You vere going to eat all zhat alone?"

He couldn't help but ask. Sure. By now he was sort of used to the amounts Italy cooked, seeing that he lived with them at their base, but still. At the base, he usually cooked for all of them, but this he originally had intended to eat alone, hadn't he?

"Ve~, I always make extra in case I find someone to eat with!" Italy replied, removing a baggie of silverware from his shoulder bag. Granted, this didn't mean Italy couldn't eat of of it himself. He could be a voracious little country, after all. He was also somewhat of a poor country at the time, so he cooked what he could and stored the rest in case there wasn't any food left. He didn't necessarily have to worry about being poor, as everything was free, but he continued to cook a heap nonetheless.

The mercenary reached over to help the nation with the things he brought. Italy was free to do what he wanted and leave the base whenever he felt to do so, so the German didn't exactly keep track when Italy left to eat elsewhere or not.

"So you do zhis more often actually?" he asked, feeling a little curious now.

Italy gladly accepted the help as he nestled down next to his housemate. Italy had been out of the house more lately than before, trying to find a good location to start a bakery. Things had seemed rather calm lately and he hadn't seen or heard anything of the boogeyman, i.e. the Grand Highblood which scared the living daylights out of the country a month prior. It seemed like the perfect time to find a location for the bakery. So many friends wanted to help.

Italy nodded in reply to the comment. "It's always more fun to eat with a friend~" He wasn't about to eat in front of someone who didn't have food as that would be horribly rude. So he shared instead. He also loved to cook. It was one of the things he was good at doing.

"I guess it is." Medic replied calmly, briefly looking over all the food Italy has brought with him. He himself had been keeping mostly busy with work all over again, too easily falling back into his old habits. But his work was still what kept him going, even if he did meet with Rhi'a sometimes and still had his teammates and Archimedes around.

But that was why he had been working for RED to begin with. Because he got caught up in his work so easily and didn't even mind it. All his research, all his experiments... It often kept him from tending to his social duties, usually drove people away even, but Medic just wasn't one for company at most tiems anyway.

Italy wasn't exactly easy to drive away. He valued friendships dearly. He was also friends with the rigid and by-the-books Germany. BFFs to be exact. (They pinky swore on this. Very important). Not everyone was as friendly as himself, but that didn't matter. Medic was a nice guy~.

Italy opened up the container offering it to Medic first. He had some small pop-up bowls in his bag to divvy up the pasta (he was always prepared for food, but rarely anything else). "Ve, take as much as you want~"

Medic picked up a bowl and filled some of the pasta in it, hardly surprised by the inviting scent the food had. Once Italy started cooking, the entire base could smell delicious after all.

"Danke." he said with a nod before handing the container back. His attention remaiend on the nation for a little longer, though "So, did you meet any new people recently, if I may ask?" If Italy was out and around to find people to have some dinner with, the answer might already be clear. But keeping some conversation up wouldn't hurt.

Or at least Medic thought so.

Italy nodded as he dug into the pasta. "I've met some interesting people! Bianca and Selphie are both really nice and like pasta too. Yukari's very nice, too. She helped me out when I thought I was Cinderella." He had a bit of charm with the ladies. Whatever country's house he would visit, he liked to flirt with the local ladies. He found Japanese women to be quite pretty.

He dug in some more, twirling the pasta around his fork then spearing a meatball to eat the best of both. "Oh, and I met something called an Irken! He looked kind of like American's friend, Tony, but green instead of gray."

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