[ It's silent for a long time, Germany feels that he has a lot to say but he's not sure how to say it. He'd read all the paperwork provided to him, in fact he'd read it twice to make sure that he hadn't missed anything but he still wasn't sure that it made sense.
The look on his face is intense, one can only imagine what the atmosphere felt like surrounding him. Just when he'd thought things were becoming stable, the universe had to throw something new at him. Finally he clears his throat, stern look not changing even in the slightest. ]
Given the circumstances, it would appear that I don't have any choice but to go along with...
[ What was this, a game? Charade? He couldn't think of what to call it, the blonde closing his eyes. ]
...with all of this. To my new...family... [ It's clear he's having a hard time wrapping his head around all of this. Suddenly thrust into a relationship...him without his books, not that they'd really helped him all that much in the past. His expression is getting more and more grim as he thinks on it, finally shaking himself out of it as he knits his brow again and slams his hand down against the table. ]
Dinner will be at 6:30 sharp, do not be late! Anyone not seated at the table with the rest of us will not be served.
[ He pauses to think about whether he should say anything else, looking away from the screen. ]
That is all.
[ And with that, he cuts off the feed. ]
Third Person:
It had been no small feat to read through all the paperwork provided, but he'd managed it; not just once, but twice. The papers had been stacked nicely on the table, a small notebook sitting beside it with clearly outlined notes. A new home, a new family, a whole new setting...
No matter how many times he read through it all, it didn't really seem to make any more sense and it certainly didn't make him happy. He could have chosen to look at this as a fresh start, but it really was more of an inconvenience than anything. A sigh as he leaned back in his seat, bringing a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. Perhaps it was time to test all of the keys out, sitting here and brooding about it was getting him nothing but a headache.
He stepped out onto the porch, arms behind his back as he truly took in the set up of the neighbourhood and the lawn. Clean and tidy, a fleeting look of approval passed over his face before he stepped down the walkway, arms not moving from behind his back. There still was a lot to take in, but at least the appearance was something that he could get behind. At least so long as they could be maintained, that is.
He continued on his stroll, deadpan expression as he glanced from yard to yard, unconsciously checking for weeds. So far so goo--
What was that? What was that?? He paused in mid-step, the only movement that of his foot to line up with the other as he stared at someone not that far from him. Someone crossing the road when there was a perfectly good crosswalk not more than 12 feet away from him, it was enough to make him shatter the quiet of the neighbourhood, voice echoing between the houses.
"YOU OVER THERE! YOU CAN'T JUST WALK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD LIKE THAT!"
A pause once he was sure he had his attention, Germany clearing his throat.
"You'll disrupt the flow of traffic and become a danger, use the crosswalk, it's there for a reason!"
It was all for naught, instead of heeding his warning, the man in the street simply stared for a moment; wide-eyed before he took off running in the other direction. All Germany could do was stare, expression blank.
Never mind, he hated this place after all.
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First Person:
VIDEO;
[ It's silent for a long time, Germany feels that he has a lot to say but he's not sure how to say it. He'd read all the paperwork provided to him, in fact he'd read it twice to make sure that he hadn't missed anything but he still wasn't sure that it made sense.
The look on his face is intense, one can only imagine what the atmosphere felt like surrounding him. Just when he'd thought things were becoming stable, the universe had to throw something new at him. Finally he clears his throat, stern look not changing even in the slightest. ]
Given the circumstances, it would appear that I don't have any choice but to go along with...
[ What was this, a game? Charade? He couldn't think of what to call it, the blonde closing his eyes. ]
...with all of this. To my new...family... [ It's clear he's having a hard time wrapping his head around all of this. Suddenly thrust into a relationship...him without his books, not that they'd really helped him all that much in the past. His expression is getting more and more grim as he thinks on it, finally shaking himself out of it as he knits his brow again and slams his hand down against the table. ]
Dinner will be at 6:30 sharp, do not be late! Anyone not seated at the table with the rest of us will not be served.
[ He pauses to think about whether he should say anything else, looking away from the screen. ]
That is all.
[ And with that, he cuts off the feed. ]
Third Person:
It had been no small feat to read through all the paperwork provided, but he'd managed it; not just once, but twice. The papers had been stacked nicely on the table, a small notebook sitting beside it with clearly outlined notes. A new home, a new family, a whole new setting...
No matter how many times he read through it all, it didn't really seem to make any more sense and it certainly didn't make him happy. He could have chosen to look at this as a fresh start, but it really was more of an inconvenience than anything. A sigh as he leaned back in his seat, bringing a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. Perhaps it was time to test all of the keys out, sitting here and brooding about it was getting him nothing but a headache.
He stepped out onto the porch, arms behind his back as he truly took in the set up of the neighbourhood and the lawn. Clean and tidy, a fleeting look of approval passed over his face before he stepped down the walkway, arms not moving from behind his back. There still was a lot to take in, but at least the appearance was something that he could get behind. At least so long as they could be maintained, that is.
He continued on his stroll, deadpan expression as he glanced from yard to yard, unconsciously checking for weeds. So far so goo--
What was that? What was that?? He paused in mid-step, the only movement that of his foot to line up with the other as he stared at someone not that far from him. Someone crossing the road when there was a perfectly good crosswalk not more than 12 feet away from him, it was enough to make him shatter the quiet of the neighbourhood, voice echoing between the houses.
"YOU OVER THERE! YOU CAN'T JUST WALK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD LIKE THAT!"
A pause once he was sure he had his attention, Germany clearing his throat.
"You'll disrupt the flow of traffic and become a danger, use the crosswalk, it's there for a reason!"
It was all for naught, instead of heeding his warning, the man in the street simply stared for a moment; wide-eyed before he took off running in the other direction. All Germany could do was stare, expression blank.
Never mind, he hated this place after all.
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