towerofanimus | Where To Go?

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Where To Go?

Characters: North Italy and anybody who wants to accost him on his way.
Setting: Library
Format: Prose
Summary: North Italy's arrived, wants food, is stuck in the library and has no sense of direction. Perhaps it's best to wait here before he goes to the cafeteria.

Italy wandered around the library, staring at the books and wondering just exactly who had brought them all there. Who would need so many books? Had other people brought them there?

He had promised not to move from the room, but it was beginning to get a little scary. Hopefully Germany would be here soon. They'd promised; pinkie swore on it too. Plus, he could hear his stomach grumbling at him.

Wandering around, he wondered if there were any cookery books. If there was a library this huge, there must be a place they can use to cook meals. The food here hadn't sounded too delicious.

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There was a man wandering the shelves - seemingly out of habit more than actually looking for something when he comes across the wandering Italian - he looked vaguely familiar.

"Looking for something?"

Italy jumped at the sound of the voice- he was in a world of his own. Feeling a little nervous, he looked at the man, still confused.

"Yes! I was wondering where the cookery books are, ve. I really like cooking and I hope I can cook here, and it'd be nice to find some recipes."

The detective scratched his chin for a moment. "Good question. I'm not certain if they'd have a specific section for them, or if they'd be somewhere in the non-fiction... Arts might be a good area to start in the 700s..."

Italy looked around, trying to work out just how to navigate the large room. There really were a lot of books here, and he still wasn't sure where to start.

"Where are they, ve?"

Of course, Italy had wandered off by the time Germany arrived in the library. It was really too much to expect that he would stay in the one place.

After grumpily searching among the shelves, he spotted his ally not to far away, formlessly staring around as usual. Though he was very much annoyed with the other man, he couldn't deny the relief he felt seeing him alive and well.

"Italy!"

Jumping at the shouting, Italy turned around holding up his hands.

"I didn't mean to do anything! I was just looking, ve! I'm really hungry and I thought there'd be cook books and--"

It was then he realised that he wasn't being shouted at by any stranger. Germany had finally arrived! He ran forward, throwing himself at his friend.

Germany braced himself for impact. Italy wasn't terribly strong, but he could throw himself around with some force when he wanted a hug. Which was awkwardly often.

"I told you not to wander off!" He sighs, halfheartedly trying to pry the other nation off him. "But at least you didn't get lost or anything..."

Italy clung to Germany, arms still locked tightly around his neck. He wasn't really listening to what his ally said, more focused on the cuddle and being happy that his friend was here again.

"I wanted to find books to read, ve! I don't want to know Germany's here though- now we can get food and he can tell me where I am!"

He still hadn't let go of Germany.

Germany had always doubted Italy had the attention span for books, but he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt instead of assuming he had been aimlessly wandering around.

"You'll have to let go first," he pointed out, tugging Italy's arms firmly away from him.

Italy might not notice Canada walking along the shelves, mosty looking for any books that might be midly interesting to curb his boredom after his adventures to all of the different floors.

Turning a corner Matt spotted the Italian and walked over toward him.

"Hello Feliciano."

It took Italy a couple of minutes to work out where the faint sound was coming from. It sounded a little familar, but he can't place exactly where from.

When he finally noticed the other man, he started for a few minutes. Who was he...?

Matt took moment and sighed, he figured this would happen, clearing his throat he stood a little straighter.

"Canada." it was his only offer of explanation as to who he was.

Romeo was also in the library, he had a story book under his arm and was finding somewhere to sit and read it. He almost bumped into the man who was wondering the shelves and jumped back quickly. "Sorry sir I didn't see you!"

Italy jumped a little at the contact too, before noticing the person who had bumped into him. Looking around, and deciding that the boy wasn't a threat and probably friendly, Italy offered him a big smile.

"It's okay! Can you tell me where the cookery books are, ve?"

Italy got a huge grin in return, "Yes sir! I know where they are! Follow me!" He began to walk towards them.

Searching for a book of his own to pass the time reading, Romano was spending a lot of today in the library as well. Maybe he'd find a nice romance novel that he would discreetly hide from his roommates and people he knew. It's not like he needed to be reading fantastical stories about love or anything. He was just that bored.

He wasn't very near the non-fiction, but sound seemed to carry rather well in the quiet library. Not to mention a weird feeling Romano had gnawing at the core of himself, not unlike the times he's been very hungry and yearning for pasta. But it wasn't the exact same, and he couldn't quite place it. He'd eaten earlier, after all. Stupid, god damn ice cream and pie.

Italy was still babbling on, mostly to himself about finding the cookery books. Directions were never his specialty, and despite being given instructions by others he still hadn't managed to find anything he was looking for.

Combing the shelves, he did manage to find books on art. Digging through, Italy looked for something to read if he couldn't find anything to do with food. In his searching, he clumsily knocked some of the books from the shelves to the floor.

Oops!

The sound of books against the library floor was enough to make Romano look in that direction with a scowl. What idiot is causing a racket in the library? He slid the book he was inspecting back onto the shelf and walked closer to the sound to see what idiot was knocking over books.

And of course, the closer he got, the more constricted he felt somewhere inside. He wondered if this was a bad thing, maybe his intuition was telling him that this was a monster and he should run the other way very quickly.

He found the pile of books on the floor, and saw the hole where they'd fallen from the shelf. Through that gap, he could look and see who knocked them over! So he peaked through, squinting.

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Where To Go?

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Ohay :3

Hiiii!

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