Where To Go?

[curltug.livejournal.com]

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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[cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com]

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!"

[curltug.livejournal.com]

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.

[cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com]

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..."

[curltug.livejournal.com]

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.

[cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com]

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.