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June 8 195x

.:456 Stone st :.

[After such a drastic event, the house at this address is immaculately clean, for a change. There is none of the usual rubble that normally befalls it, and even the stairs are intact for once. In fact, flowers line the living room on every stable surface. The largest vase is in the kitchen, though, where Hungary is doing the last touches to the icing on her cake. Ella Fitzgerald play on the phonograph.

It's someone's wedding anniversary. If you're nearby and can smell the flowers or the food, come pay a visit for free cake.]


.: Make-out Point:.

[Hungary is wasting what precious ammunition she has shooting targets, over and over again until nothing remains of them but tufts. The trees are next.]

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make-out point

[zombee-slayer.livejournal.com]

[And look who was walking around carrying his own M16!]

Yo sweet heart, what are ya shootin' at?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

Nothing. [With that she takes off the head of the last target. It explodes into a small cloud of cotton.]

[zombee-slayer.livejournal.com]

Doesn't look like nothin'. Nice shot by the way, but I think I can do better.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

Really? How about a bet?

[zombee-slayer.livejournal.com]

Sounds fucking awesome to me. What's the bet?

[koyo]

( ( Normally, he would just send flowers and a note but seeing as he didn't know which address to send it too, Spain settled for buying a small bouquet and going on a quest to deliver them himself. It took some poking around but he was finally able to find the house after asking the right people. ) )

¿Hola? Hungría, are you home? This is the right house, right?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[When she opens the door, the smell of freshly baked cake wafts away and into the open. There's a smudge of flour on her cheek, but otherwise she looks well.]

This is a surprise. You should come in.

[koyo]

Hopefully a good one, sí? Gracias.

( ( When he steps into the door way, he holds up the bouquet of red and white tulips. ) )

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[Congratulations, Spain. You've just extracted the very first smile she's had in two weeks.]




You remembered.

[koyo]

( ( He tries. ) )

Of course. It's an important day for two of my oldest friends, you know? ( ( A quick cheek kiss, ) ) Where do you want me to put these?

Makeout point.

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[Lately Nina's been avoiding the rifle range in favor of practicing at makeout point. When she drives up, she's not surprised to see someone already there, though. She's aware that she's not the only one who practicies here.

As she gets out of her car, she's careful to maintain a safe distance and stay out of Hungary's way. It isn't until Hungary is completely done with practice tha Nina approaches. She recognizes this woman, and this type of practice has made Nina concerned. She even gives a tiny wave.]

Hi.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[She's looking at the mess of straw and cotton littering the place. It will need some serious cleaning up if she's going to cover her tracks.]

Oh, it's you!

make-out point

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

[ What is Japan doing here? Excellent question, but whatever it is, it's immediately forgotten in favor of standing there, though from a certain distance, and watching her. Like a ninja. A creeper of a ninja. A polite one who just didn't want to interrupt... ]

Re: make-out point

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[He's going to remain unnoticed a while. The sound of gunshots is noisy enough to cover his breathing, at least. It takes some time before Hungary recognizes the figure who's been watching quietly.]

How long have you been there?

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

Eh-? Ah, only for a few minutes...! I didn't wish to interrupt Hungary-san...

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't worry! I wouldn't have shot at you even if you had. I'm a better shot than that, no matter what Prussia says.

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

Ah- that isn't what worried me... I didn't wish to be rude, and Hungary-san seemed very concentrated...

make out point

[hideandhero.livejournal.com]

Not a bad shot. Ever consider signing up for the Imperial Guard?

Re: make out point

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[Startled by the statement enough to forget her usual politeness]

The Imperial Guard of what?

[hideandhero.livejournal.com]

...of the Imperium of Man.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

I've never heard of that land.

[She sets her rifle down and wipes at her brow.] Tell me more.

[tomatatas]

[The knock on the door is soft, Romana still shaken from the past few days, the fact that Netherlands had managed to take her down still haunting her. And the blood on her hands... while she had left small boxes of food on the doorsteps of her victims, she still felt guilty, still felt foolish. She had fallen for the trick.

So she stands on Hungary's doorstep, slowly working up the courage to knock a little harder. She needs someone to talk tom who'll understand, and she hopes she can trust Hungary.]

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[When she opens the door, she finds a ghost. Not quite, but Romana's tan face is pale and ashen. She doesn't look sick...

And Hungary wishes it was stained with flour, like her cheeks were, but she tugs the young woman in gently, only turning back to her once she secures the door.]

Do you need to sit down?

[tomatatas]

[Romana stares back at Hungary, letting herself be pulled forward. She's silent, staring at one of the walls and only just registers Hungary's voice, nodding slowly]

Si... I think... I think I should.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[There is tea left in the pot from Spain's visit--still hot. She starts with pouring that, sneaking worried glances at Romana. She hasn't seen her fare that badly since... Christmas.]

Normally, I wouldn't probe, but you don't look well, dear.