✾ [There's a timid-looking, bespectacled man ... just facing the wall. He's calmer than he was moments ago, partly thanks to the fact that he currently sees at least vaguely familiar surroundings. Yes, he woke up someplace unfamiliar, but the surreal vision of having woken up covered in tiny crystals had faded. That was likely the dream, he concluded. As far as he's concerned, he's finally found some semblance of reality in what seems to be an espresso bar. With no seats. Was he in Italy? God, he just wanted to go home and sit down while he got his caffeine fix. But this would do. It was certainly better than no caffeine at all. He raises his hand calmly.]
Doppio, please.
[After a while, he nods, thanks the wall, and leans against it with his left palm, bringing his right hand to his mouth as if he's drinking. There's a grimace, and he raises his hand again, less calmly this time.]
Sir. Sir? Yes. ... This doesn't taste like anything.
CAMP NOWHERE (D)
[The 1980s? Is this the 1980s? There were certainly worse times to be transported back to, so this is a tiny bit of comfort against all the other nonsense he's woken up to. He's sitting, watching the screen, entranced, though his nose twitches at the first close-up shot.]
Never been fond of animal print.
[He is absolutely tapping his foot, though.]
INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE (H)
[He'd gone in without much of a fight -- it had always been his first inclination in difficult situations, for better or for worse. Upon seeing the skyline, he couldn't help but be taken by its beauty, but he still held quite a bit of distrust.
That distrust isn't unfounded, he realizes, when he starts getting prodded at, asked questions, scanned for god knows what and seeing all sorts of assumptions about his character appear on the computer screen, in plain view. And they're discussing it loudly. 'I couldn't get a straight answer on the frequency, can you?' 'Stats don't even show a clear pattern. He's all over the place.' 'Oh, this one's so much older than the others! Is he special? Over a thousand years -- he doesn't look it. Maybe that's why the refractory period is a bit longer than someone of his apparent age?']
That's none of your concern!! I have low blood pressure!!
[His face is beet red by the time they ask him to undress, and he can't stand the way his heart is pounding - he knows himself, he knows what that's going to do to him whether he's scared or not, and he should just do the wise thing and refuse to undress but he doesn't. Looking away and trying to hold his head high, he slowly takes his clothing off. His blood pressure doesn't seem to be a issue at the moment; he looks down at himself and curses. Why am I like this. Why in God's name am I like this?]
Austria | Hetalia
✾ [There's a timid-looking, bespectacled man ... just facing the wall. He's calmer than he was moments ago, partly thanks to the fact that he currently sees at least vaguely familiar surroundings. Yes, he woke up someplace unfamiliar, but the surreal vision of having woken up covered in tiny crystals had faded. That was likely the dream, he concluded. As far as he's concerned, he's finally found some semblance of reality in what seems to be an espresso bar. With no seats. Was he in Italy? God, he just wanted to go home and sit down while he got his caffeine fix. But this would do. It was certainly better than no caffeine at all. He raises his hand calmly.]
Doppio, please.
[After a while, he nods, thanks the wall, and leans against it with his left palm, bringing his right hand to his mouth as if he's drinking. There's a grimace, and he raises his hand again, less calmly this time.]
Sir. Sir? Yes. ... This doesn't taste like anything.
CAMP NOWHERE (D)
[The 1980s? Is this the 1980s? There were certainly worse times to be transported back to, so this is a tiny bit of comfort against all the other nonsense he's woken up to. He's sitting, watching the screen, entranced, though his nose twitches at the first close-up shot.]
Never been fond of animal print.
[He is absolutely tapping his foot, though.]
INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE (H)
[He'd gone in without much of a fight -- it had always been his first inclination in difficult situations, for better or for worse. Upon seeing the skyline, he couldn't help but be taken by its beauty, but he still held quite a bit of distrust.
That distrust isn't unfounded, he realizes, when he starts getting prodded at, asked questions, scanned for god knows what and seeing all sorts of assumptions about his character appear on the computer screen, in plain view. And they're discussing it loudly. 'I couldn't get a straight answer on the frequency, can you?' 'Stats don't even show a clear pattern. He's all over the place.' 'Oh, this one's so much older than the others! Is he special? Over a thousand years -- he doesn't look it. Maybe that's why the refractory period is a bit longer than someone of his apparent age?']
That's none of your concern!! I have low blood pressure!!
[His face is beet red by the time they ask him to undress, and he can't stand the way his heart is pounding - he knows himself, he knows what that's going to do to him whether he's scared or not, and he should just do the wise thing and refuse to undress but he doesn't. Looking away and trying to hold his head high, he slowly takes his clothing off. His blood pressure doesn't seem to be a issue at the moment; he looks down at himself and curses. Why am I like this. Why in God's name am I like this?]