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[balaton]

[Action at 456 Stone st]

[If you happen to live on Stone st, or just pass by, you'll find Hungary muddied to the knees, garden gloves on and shovel hard at work. There is a pile of dirt on one side, and unplanted bulbs waiting their turn.]

Stupid jerk got himself droned for good. [She gives the shovel a swift, hard dig as she mutters] sticking me with a small zoo in the house the stupid drone won't even take care of.

[Perhaps this would put an end to the perpetual and continuous destruction of her flower garden for good...]

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[doofenstrudel]

[Over at 457 Stone Street, Doctor Doofenshmirtz is out surveying his own yard, glaring suspiciously at every inch of it. It was just short of needing to be mowed, but liable to get there at any moment.]

I'm going to need to make some sort of... Mowinator, I can't be expected to keep up on this own my own. Bah!

[The yard was disgusting him. But what was that, across the street? No drone would dare be seen digging in their garden with that much grumbling and muttering.

Better go check this out. Out across the street, over to the yard, hands in pockets looking casual...]

So!

[Awkward cough.]

You're a real person doing real gardening. Right?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

And I'm real pissed off... [The muttering gives away to surprise once the words sinks in, and she looks up apologetically.]

Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to snap at you.

[doofenstrudel]

Don't I know the feeling...

[He snorts, rolls his eyes, and waves dismissively.]

Bah, you call that snapping? You'd hardly win a snapping competition with snapping like that! You need to put more anger into it!

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

Does that come with stomping my feet and waving my arms?

[doofenstrudel]

It would be a start! Bold gestures! Forcefulness! That's what you need if you want to enter the world of competitive snapping!

[Ayup. He's... being serious.]

It's a thing.

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

[Someone is watching you.]

1/3

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[Just in time to look up, a break short enough to wipe her forehead, only to jump back a step or two at the very unexpected sight.]

R-Ru-- you--

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[Wait. Ukraine said something about her brother returning, unpleasant as it was.]

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

So you really are back...

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

I haven't been here ever before, Mrs Hungary.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

Right.




[The "Mrs" throws her off, though, as does the absence of "comrade" and "little Hungary."] I'm not sure whether to welcome you or feel sorry for you. It's not a good place to be in for the first or second time.

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

You must have been here for quite a while, yes?

[He's being pretty polite - definitely very different from Soviet times.]

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

[This pale faced, golden eyed creeper peers at her from the street]

"If someone is droned for good... Do not all their things vanish with them?"

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

He was taking care of my horses as well. [She lets out a discontented sigh] They're still here.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"....I was told that when this place takes someone away, all the things they have been given back vanish with them so... Perhaps not all hope is lost."

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you are correct.

[She attempts a small smile.] Thank you, my dear.

[has-no-plan.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

Oh!

I'm perfectly fine. This garden's been destroyed too many times for my liking, that's all.

[has-no-plan.livejournal.com]

It has?! By who?!

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

People deciding my flowerbed was the perfect place for mud wrestling. [She scowls at first, then sighs. Both of Germany and Prussia are now gone, and while her garden was safe, it was still lonely.]

[tomatatas]

[While, she misses the initial ranting, Romana arrives in time to watch the destruction of flowerbed, watching with a frown]

...Ungheria? [A bit cautious about getting too close. These are nice heels after all]

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[digging her shovel into the dirt, Hungary turns around, looking self conscious for a moment.] You caught me at work.

I am the latest will you forgive me? ;u;

[tomatatas]

[Blinks, still staring at the mess of a flower bed] Work? Gardening... is usually calming, isn't it?

It's okay. LJ hates me ;~;

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

I didn't expect to be replanting this soon. It's almost...

[She wipes the back of her hand across her forehead absently, leaving a thing smear of dirt in the process.] They were just so pretty.

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