[A very disgruntled Germany appears before the camera, perfectly centered in the middle of the screen. The papers he woke up with are in a neat stack and held in one of his hands.]
I have taken the time to read through these papers, as well as the information that you all have collected during your time here, so we can skip the initial confusion of suddenly waking up in a strange place. Also, I made note of which countries were here as listed in the phone. However...
[His eye twitches just a bit, from irritation.]
LESSOR! I demand a meeting with you! Abducting numerous people from their homes without permission or notice is unacceptable! If you fail to send word, I will take this as an act of war.
[He takes in a breath and sighs it out afterwards, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Calming breaths, calming breaths!]
I have already surveyed the house and there don't appear to be any listening devices. I've also taken notes on the area that was "given" to me. Everything seems to be completely normal, if not American in style.
[He pauses for a moment, then looks back to the screen.]
Italien! Japan! When you get this message, contact me.
That is all!
[End transmission~]
Third Person:Late. Italy was late for training. This was nothing new, of course, but that didn't make it any less irritating. They held these training sessions for a reason and Italy was already behind enough as it was. He was cowardly and ran whenever something frightening became a possibility of showing up. He wanted to take naps often. It really rubbed Germany the wrong way sometimes.
However...There wasn't much that could be done about it. Italy was just like that by nature and Germany had tried hard already to change him. Besides, it wasn't as if there was nothing redeeming about the country. There were times when his kindness and consideration for Germany touched him. So every now and then, he could afford to forgive him. Even if just a little.
With a heavy sigh, Germany turned on his heels and made his way back into the house. He was already behind schedule for the day, so there was no sense in waiting around for Italy to show up. It was a waste of time. He headed into the kitchen and paused in his stride. Something was amiss. Germany's eyes scanned the room, narrowing slightly as if that would help him single in on what had changed. It took him a while, but there it was. A large smear of food on the counter. He clenched his teeth and stomped over to the sink, grabbing up his dishrag. Then he went to attacking the smudge of food, wiping at it quickly. There was only one person who would leave his kitchen like this.
"ITALIEN!" Germany yelled out, scrubbing at the counter still. "When I get done here, you're going to drag yourself outside and do twice the laps!"
Of course, that was after he was done.
OTHER Housing Request?: Being put with another Hetalia would be pretty great! Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yup. Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Sure.
REVISION REQUEST Your app is looking great so far! However, there are some changes to be made before full acceptance can be given:
Please rewrite or provide new links for both your first and third person samples. Both did not accurately display your ability to portray Germany's character ICly. Also, the third person sample is more focused on two characters than just Germany than his thoughts, actions, and self.
Please reply with your changes within three days time. Thank you!
[The video turns on and a very stern looking Germany is seen looking directly into the camera. Of course, the stern expression always seems to be on his face...unless he's forcing a smile. Then it just gets scary.]
First. One of you are missing a dog and a child. The child and dog appeared in my front lawn, digging up the garden which I had just finished planting.
[He glances back at the kid, who looks absolutely terrified of the big scary German man. If he is stuck in this place, he is going to have his house look like he wants it to. And he most certainly doesn't need animals and children ruining his work. He turns the camera around so that the kid and dog can be seen, looking fairly dirty.]
If these two belong in your house, send word immediately and I will escort them home.
Secondly, this dog is far too big for a child this size to be trying to walk. A small or medium sized dog would be a much better fit for someone of that height. Otherwise, you end up with this situation where the master has no way to control the dog and the dog ends up in someone's garden.
[He pauses for a moment to take in a breath and sigh it out. Honestly...He wasn't trying to lecture! It just came out that way when he was just trying to be helpful.]
If you are interested, I am willing to teach your dog basic obedience commands. That way, when you want it to do something it will li--OI! Dog! No! The couch is not the place to use the bathroom!
[The video abruptly cuts off.]
-----
[Third Person]
His muscles burned and ached, but the end was in sight. The blond pushed himself extra hard in the final lap, as he was trying to beat his own personal record. Germany skidded to a halt, pressing the button on the stopwatch he had been carrying in hand during his path around the paved track. He hummed quietly as he looked over the time, nodding in satisfaction. Thirty two seconds faster than last time. While it was his best to date, he was sure that he could do better next time. However, it would have to wait until the next day. There were still things that needed to be done before he could relax too much.
He glanced over at the rising sun. The colors in the sky were quite stunning. Germany had been so focused on his training that he hadn't even noticed until it was nearly too late. He glanced down at the watch on his wrist, noting the time. There wasn't much spare time he had in his schedule, so Germany took one last look at the lovely display before turning on his heels and promptly heading back toward the locker room in the building nearby. Inside, his clean clothes were exactly where he left them. They were folded neatly, as to prevent them from being wrinkled. After all, there wasn't anything worse than a disheveled uniform. He sat himself down on the bench and pulled off his boots with a quiet sight. They were then set off to the side.
The blond's mind wandered back to moments earlier, when he had looked to the sky. It would have been nice to have been able to sit outside and watch the sunrise. If he compromised on that, though, it would throw his entire day off. As he pulled the shirt over his head and began folding it, he had a thought. "If I complete my schedule on time today, I'll stop by the market and buy some wurst and beer." He said to himself. Germany's lips quirked up into a small smirk, which was the most he could manage most days. There wasn't anything better after a hard day of working than a nice cold beer and some wurst.
Now if he could manage to get through the day without wanting to strangle Italy for slacking off or running away, it would be even better. It wasn't likely, but hey. Germany could dream.
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Germany | Axis Powers Hetalia | Reserved
First Person:
[Video]
[A very disgruntled Germany appears before the camera, perfectly centered in the middle of the screen. The papers he woke up with are in a neat stack and held in one of his hands.]
I have taken the time to read through these papers, as well as the information that you all have collected during your time here, so we can skip the initial confusion of suddenly waking up in a strange place. Also, I made note of which countries were here as listed in the phone. However...
[His eye twitches just a bit, from irritation.]
LESSOR! I demand a meeting with you! Abducting numerous people from their homes without permission or notice is unacceptable! If you fail to send word, I will take this as an act of war.
[He takes in a breath and sighs it out afterwards, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Calming breaths, calming breaths!]
I have already surveyed the house and there don't appear to be any listening devices. I've also taken notes on the area that was "given" to me. Everything seems to be completely normal, if not American in style.
[He pauses for a moment, then looks back to the screen.]
Italien! Japan! When you get this message, contact me.
That is all!
[End transmission~]
Third Person: Late. Italy was late for training. This was nothing new, of course, but that didn't make it any less irritating. They held these training sessions for a reason and Italy was already behind enough as it was. He was cowardly and ran whenever something frightening became a possibility of showing up. He wanted to take naps often. It really rubbed Germany the wrong way sometimes.
However...There wasn't much that could be done about it. Italy was just like that by nature and Germany had tried hard already to change him. Besides, it wasn't as if there was nothing redeeming about the country. There were times when his kindness and consideration for Germany touched him. So every now and then, he could afford to forgive him. Even if just a little.
With a heavy sigh, Germany turned on his heels and made his way back into the house. He was already behind schedule for the day, so there was no sense in waiting around for Italy to show up. It was a waste of time. He headed into the kitchen and paused in his stride. Something was amiss. Germany's eyes scanned the room, narrowing slightly as if that would help him single in on what had changed. It took him a while, but there it was. A large smear of food on the counter. He clenched his teeth and stomped over to the sink, grabbing up his dishrag. Then he went to attacking the smudge of food, wiping at it quickly. There was only one person who would leave his kitchen like this.
"ITALIEN!" Germany yelled out, scrubbing at the counter still. "When I get done here, you're going to drag yourself outside and do twice the laps!"
Of course, that was after he was done.
OTHER
Housing Request?: Being put with another Hetalia would be pretty great!
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yup.
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Sure.
Revision Request
Your app is looking great so far! However, there are some changes to be made before full acceptance can be given:
Please reply with your changes within three days time. Thank you!
Revisions
[The video turns on and a very stern looking Germany is seen looking directly into the camera. Of course, the stern expression always seems to be on his face...unless he's forcing a smile. Then it just gets scary.]
First. One of you are missing a dog and a child. The child and dog appeared in my front lawn, digging up the garden which I had just finished planting.
[He glances back at the kid, who looks absolutely terrified of the big scary German man. If he is stuck in this place, he is going to have his house look like he wants it to. And he most certainly doesn't need animals and children ruining his work. He turns the camera around so that the kid and dog can be seen, looking fairly dirty.]
If these two belong in your house, send word immediately and I will escort them home.
Secondly, this dog is far too big for a child this size to be trying to walk. A small or medium sized dog would be a much better fit for someone of that height. Otherwise, you end up with this situation where the master has no way to control the dog and the dog ends up in someone's garden.
[He pauses for a moment to take in a breath and sigh it out. Honestly...He wasn't trying to lecture! It just came out that way when he was just trying to be helpful.]
If you are interested, I am willing to teach your dog basic obedience commands. That way, when you want it to do something it will li--OI! Dog! No! The couch is not the place to use the bathroom!
[The video abruptly cuts off.]
-----
[Third Person]
His muscles burned and ached, but the end was in sight. The blond pushed himself extra hard in the final lap, as he was trying to beat his own personal record. Germany skidded to a halt, pressing the button on the stopwatch he had been carrying in hand during his path around the paved track. He hummed quietly as he looked over the time, nodding in satisfaction. Thirty two seconds faster than last time. While it was his best to date, he was sure that he could do better next time. However, it would have to wait until the next day. There were still things that needed to be done before he could relax too much.
He glanced over at the rising sun. The colors in the sky were quite stunning. Germany had been so focused on his training that he hadn't even noticed until it was nearly too late. He glanced down at the watch on his wrist, noting the time. There wasn't much spare time he had in his schedule, so Germany took one last look at the lovely display before turning on his heels and promptly heading back toward the locker room in the building nearby. Inside, his clean clothes were exactly where he left them. They were folded neatly, as to prevent them from being wrinkled. After all, there wasn't anything worse than a disheveled uniform. He sat himself down on the bench and pulled off his boots with a quiet sight. They were then set off to the side.
The blond's mind wandered back to moments earlier, when he had looked to the sky. It would have been nice to have been able to sit outside and watch the sunrise. If he compromised on that, though, it would throw his entire day off. As he pulled the shirt over his head and began folding it, he had a thought. "If I complete my schedule on time today, I'll stop by the market and buy some wurst and beer." He said to himself. Germany's lips quirked up into a small smirk, which was the most he could manage most days. There wasn't anything better after a hard day of working than a nice cold beer and some wurst.
Now if he could manage to get through the day without wanting to strangle Italy for slacking off or running away, it would be even better. It wasn't likely, but hey. Germany could dream.
Rejected
I'm sorry to inform you that your application cannot be accepted at this time. If you would like details on the decision, please contact the mod account via message and I'll be happy to explain to you the reason for the rejection. You are welcome to reapply for this character during the next cycle with a revised application. Thank you for your time!