APH RP (Hetalia Club members Look here!)

[Lore-heika]

Prussia groaned again, but kept his grip on her arm. "Me, the devil? You can't REALLY think that, I'm too-" Awesome? Okay, so the phrase was getting repetitive in the conversation. "Psh, whatever. And what's this scribbled out over here? Was it actually something positive, Gott forbid?" It was no longer him talking. It was his own exhaustion, and after this ordeal, of which he may not have been conscious of, he would go to bed.

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary blushed slightly and looked away. "I-it's nothing. You don't need to read it." She mumbled, the pink on her cheeks growing more vibrant. "A-and why would I write something p-positive about you if I've been w-writing all... that?" She asked, gesturing towards his face. "A-and why the hell are you so t-tired?" Anything to keep the conversation reverting back to the scribbled out phrase.

[Lore-heika]

"Just a thought. And I have no #*%& idea, it's been a busy week!" Prussia paused. "Wait, if I dont need to read it, then it IS something positive? Dunno why else you'd try hiding it." A grin, though drowsy, met his lips. "See? I'm not all bad, now am I? I AM awesome, whether you want to admit it or not." Hegkanceddown, noticing his grip on her arm and let it slacken some. "Oh, uh, right..."

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary rolled her eyes. "I-it's not that... It's..." She tried to think of what the say. She noticed Prussia loosen his grip and her arm and pulled it free, rubbing at it. "What the hell, read it if you want. But it was a screw up, so it means nothing." She mumbled, the blush growing. Why did she even have to put that on there with the wierd wording?!

[Lore-heika]

"It can't be THAT bad..." he responses, though decided to wait in reading it for now. "I'm, er, going to bed. 'night." He gave her shoulder a light squeeze before quickly removing his hand and retreating swiftly back down the hall. He shut his bedroom door behind him, collapsing onto the mattress. His face was, despite re cold, tinted red. Curling up, he shut his eyes and drifted off.

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary watched as he went down the hall before her eyes drifted back to the couch. Might as well go to sleep as well. She climbed back on the couch, burrowing her head into the pillows. She pulled- though it seemed awkward considering Prussia had just been using it- the quilt over her. She snuggled into it and closed her eyes. With a exhale of breath, she went off into sleep.

[Lore-heika]

((... Since nobody else us around the house ATM, timeskip?))

~TIMESKIP~

Prussia's eyes fluttered open, and a grumble of irritation arose in his throat. He hadn't washed the marker off, and the ink had bled slightly onto his pillow. Ah well, more laundry for Germany to take care of. With a shrug, he decided it would be best towash off the marker now, so he headed into the bathroom.

[::madlyhazel]

(((TIMESKIP!~ *Sings* *Is tired*)))

Hungary continued to sleep for a little before she felt a cold breeze drift to her uncovered fac.e She sleepily opened her eyes, trying to make sense of where she was. Oh, that's right. She was in Germany. She sighed through her nose and sat up, rubbing at her eyes. She shivered and pulled the blanket over her. Man, it was cold...

[Lore-heika]

((Y-Your singing voice is so melodically beautiful, I-
Yeah... I guess it would be best to go to bed now. Buonanotte...))

Prussia peered at the mirror, grabbing an old towel and soaking it in water. Groaning slightly at the ness of ink on his face, he proceeded to wipe off his forehead and one of his cheeks first, managing to wash them off mostly. Nodding to himself, he then moved on to the other cheek, though did try deciphering it first. "Hungary owns me"? What kind of strange phrase wa- well, the wording was a bit... Odd. He hoped she didn't mean... ANYWAY, he hurriedly scrubbed it off and wiped the rest of his face, making sure he looked as amazing as usual (at least, in his mind) before exiting the bathroom.

[::madlyhazel]

(((Same here. Guten nacht...)))

Hungary continued to shiver, seeing as the quilt only kept in so much warmth. She pulled it up and over her nose, trying to get as deep into it as possible without suffocating herself. She looked out the window, but the light was too bright for her to make anything out. So, she tried to cuddle into the banket more. She hated being cold, and when you are sick, being cold is just horrible.