Alicia rubbed her eyes as she dragged her way down the sidewalk. A dull throb could be felt throughout her body, becoming worse with her every movement. Ignoring the pain, she pushed on. After surrendering like that, all she really wanted was a nice, comforting meal.
Once bright eyes were now blank, the only emotion just barely visible was pain, sadness even. They took in her surroundings, the Belgian took note that the town was not nearly as bustling as it was before the war. Of course, that was to be expected. Would the restaurant be the same way, though? Whenever she dropped by, it was always crowded. Well, she would just have to find out.
Coming to a halt before the entrance, Alicia attempted to straighten out her clothing as much as she could in her remorseful state. Letting out a soft sigh, she pushed the door open, stepping into the warmth of the building. Letting the door close behind her, the blonde remained standing before the entrance, in search of an empty, yet comfortable seat. Surprisingly, there were still quite a few people dining there.
Continuing to look around for just a bit longer, she noticed a peculiar man that stood out from the rest. “That uniform… It couldn’t be…” She thought to herself, unaware of the fact that she was slowly approaching the man. Stopping in front of the table he was seated at, she stared down at him blankly. It was him.
Finally handed the menu, he made a small nod towards a rather timid waitress, who had not commented about the German’s appearance whatsoever, though she was clearly concerned about it. Ludwig did not see the woman enter the restaurant, as he was too busy reading. Hmn, so many choices, it was certainly a nice change.
It was rather strange but, after some time, that feeling began to sink in. The feeling of one entering another’s personal space— their presence silently floating there. Glancing up slowly, the blonde was surprised to see who was now standing there. The very nation he’d made surrender had been brave enough to show her face. Placing down his menu against the table, he leaned back in his chair, merely staring at the woman.
“Well, well… What a coincidence.” He spoke, rather casually. “To think.. I came here with no intention of seeing a familiar face.. Und yet… hn, ja, how curious…” Tapping a finger to his chin, he bared a rather haughty smirk, before placing his hand back down on the table. “Oder, did you, by some small chance, follow me here..? Though, I would see no reason in that, it would get you into more trouble than you imagine.”
Sighing, he reached into one of his uniform pockets, pulling out a small box of matches and a cigar, which he placed upon the table. “..Now, if you don’t mind, dear Fräulein, this table is for celebrating, ja? It’s been a very long day for me.”
“A coincidence, indeed.” A weary smile tugged at her lips, her once energetic appearance was now dull and tired. The option of simply leaving was itching at the woman in her mind. Being the stubborn person she was, though, she refused to fully acknowledge it, for she would have to face the man once more eventually.
Blinking her green eyes, the Belgian was half tempted to laugh at his thoughts. Why would she even consider following him? Her brother, the Netherlands, would not be able to help her if she were to get into even more trouble, so despite popular belief, she knew better. “No. I don’t see why I would have followed you in the first place as well.”
Fiddling with the cuffs of her once neat cotton shirt, she quirked a curious blonde brow, curious as to why the German would choose here of all places to “celebrate” his victory. Would he not prefer to do such a thing in his own country? He would get quite a few nasty looks around here, after all.
As the the German lit his cigar, Alicia scrunched her nose in distaste, though she was used to it after being around her brother for so long. She figured it wasn’t quite her place to make a comment on such a thing, though. “I see…” Giving him a once over, a small click of the tongue was given. “But why here of all places?”
>>Roughly eighteen days, though it had been worth it, in the German’s eyes. At this point, Ludwig was rather content with conflict— the idea of butting heads with the other nations no longer bothered him. The invasion of Belgium was just another battle, one that the Nazi had proudly won.
Content in the surrender the other had been forced to make, the German decided to make one last stop before returning to his homeland; to have a celebratory dinner and cigar, spoiling himself for his efforts. No one had to know, and he’d be home before they knew it.
The majority inside of the building fell silent at his presence, but, he really didn’t mind. As upset as they were, they were also fearful, he was certain to have no conflict arise. Sitting down at a table in the far corner, the German was rather content, requesting a menu as if it was no problem whatsoever.
Alicia rubbed her eyes as she dragged her way down the sidewalk. A dull throb could be felt throughout her body, becoming worse with her every movement. Ignoring the pain, she pushed on. After surrendering like that, all she really wanted was a nice, comforting meal.
Once bright eyes were now blank, the only emotion just barely visible was pain, sadness even. They took in her surroundings, the Belgian took note that the town was not nearly as bustling as it was before the war. Of course, that was to be expected. Would the restaurant be the same way, though? Whenever she dropped by, it was always crowded. Well, she would just have to find out.
Coming to a halt before the entrance, Alicia attempted to straighten out her clothing as much as she could in her remorseful state. Letting out a soft sigh, she pushed the door open, stepping into the warmth of the building. Letting the door close behind her, the blonde remained standing before the entrance, in search of an empty, yet comfortable seat. Surprisingly, there were still quite a few people dining there.
Continuing to look around for just a bit longer, she noticed a peculiar man that stood out from the rest. “That uniform… It couldn’t be…” She thought to herself, unaware of the fact that she was slowly approaching the man. Stopping in front of the table he was seated at, she stared down at him blankly. It was him.
>>>lol how do I socialize?
ooc; I would but I’m terrible at brainstorming starters :/
((tiylgktrfd Me too ; ;))
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“Good evening, Alicia.” He kisses her cheeks in greeting. “And how are you?”
“Good evening, Roderich!” She greeted the Austrian, a light giggled slipped past her lips. “I’m doing pretty well, not to shabby actually. How about you?” The blonde tilts her head slightly, smiling at the man.
“I’m doing well. Although, Maria turned me into a Guinea pig earlier….” he shuddered.
“A Guinea pig? I bet you looked adorable!” She pauses, thinking for a moment. “But why a Guinea pig?”
>>“Good evening, Alicia.” He kisses her cheeks in greeting. “And how are you?”
“Good evening, Roderich!” She greeted the Austrian, a light giggled slipped past her lips. “I’m doing pretty well, not to shabby actually. How about you?” The blonde tilts her head slightly, smiling at the man.
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