1x1 with Thunderbraveheart and Queen Cassiopeia

[APH Ireland]

Ireland

"T'ank you, Mr. Germany, but I'm fine callin' you that." Ireland replied, still uncomfortable. The tall, blonde man had always made her nervous, but she had managed to stay out of his way - until now, of course. When she heard his question, she thought for a moment. "No, I haven't seen Italy, sorry." She muttered, hoping that her lack of knowledge about his friend wouldn't upset the man.

Italy

"Okay, NL." Italy grinned, trying out the name. Maybe he'll become friends with Germany, too! The young man thought, taking a step back. "Hey, how about you come back-a to my house, eh? I have pasta!"

[Thunderbraveheart]

(Sorry!/x500/ about the late reply!)

Nl

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The brune thought about it before grinng "Alright! S'unds fine t' me!" He cheered as he began to walk in a random direction before coming to a stop "Lead the way? N't really g''d when it c'mes t' directi'ns…" he scratched the back of his neck while he wore a childish grin.

Germany

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The blond sighed "Alright if jou can't to call me 'Mr.Germany' I von't stop jou" he brushed some loose hair back "It's alright I'm just surprised that he didn't come out of novhere and hug me…" he murmured "So…Um……do jou know anymore countries or provinces?" He questioned.

[APH Ireland]

No problem!))

Ireland

Ireland thought for a minute, closing her eye again. After a moment of silence, she nodded slowly. "I know England," The short woman replied. "He's moi (my) brudder (brother). We don't exactly get on, though." Ireland hoped that her being related to England would not cause her to get on Germany's bad side - after all, getting beaten up wasn't top of her to-do list.

Italy

The young man nodded, still grinning. "Of course I can lead the way!" He gestured east, towards his house. "I live over there!"

Sorry for Italy's major short reply syndrome))

[Thunderbraveheart]

NL

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Following after Italy the Bewfie grinned as he glanced around, he directed his blue gaze to Italy's house "Nice h'use B'y!" He complimenting the Italian's house, he jumped a little when he heard a bang leave the house before a brune leave the house with the same curl as Italy, he kept he guard up as the man stomped out the house's door "Um……Italy B'y……N't trin' t' s'und rude and all but wh' is the man?" He leaned towards Italy.

Germany

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Reeling back a bit with wide blue eyes as he stared at Ireland "Jou're Britain's sister?" He murmured softly before closing his eyes and shaking his head, he thought that he sounded rude so he replied "Sorry, didn't mean to sound rude, I don't really get along vith Britain eizer" he chuckled.

Romano

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The Italian was going to get some tomatoes to make pasta sauce but soon found that there wasn't enough tomatoes plus the tomatoes in his garden weren't ripe yet, the man let out a string of words in Italian before stomping out of the house, he stomped past his brother and this strange man, he didn't bother saying hello as he continued to the market place to pick up tomatoes.
(Just gonna throw Romano in there )

[APH Ireland]

Don't think I've got that far XD episode four of series three then it ends on YouTube))

Ireland

The short Irish woman tensed up even more, ready for attack, staring at the German sitting just a couple of feet away. Subconsciously, her right eyelid flickered open, allowing Germany to see the dead, emotionless glass eye that Ireland had sworn to hide forever.

Italy

"Oh, that's-a Romano," Italy grinned, shrugging. Then, he turned to the seemingly furious man, waving. "Hey Romano! There's someone I'd like-a you to meet!" Italy called.

[Thunderbraveheart]

(Alright! Just saying Romano is Italy's brother!)

Romano

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The Italian snapped around with anger sparking in his eyes "Alright-a! It-a better be quick-a! There's no tomatoes-a in the house-a so I have to-a go to the store-a!" He shouted with a scowl.

Germany

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Catching a sight of Ireland's glass eye, the blond stared at the glass eye for a bit before saying "I don't mean to be rude or anyzhing but Vhy do jou have a glass eye? If jou do vant to talk about it I understand"

NL

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The brune watched the Italian man and chuckled shyly in his mind before grinning widely, he remained silent as he watched Romano turn around to face them.

[APH Ireland]

Thanks, I didn't know XD))

Ireland

The short girl's eyes - or, more appropriately, eye - widened, and she put a hand to the right side of her face, once again covering the secret she had kept for so long, just to be uncovered out of fear. After a moment's hesitation, she spoke, her voice low. "It was England." She muttered, glancing around to make sure no other countries were listening. "When... when I was younger..." Then, Ireland simply shook her head, unable to continue. That one experience, the one thing that had scared her about England - his short temper - and she was talking about it here, telling the one man she feared the most. Where had it gone wrong?

Italy

"No-a tomatoes?" Italy gasped. If his eyes were open, they would have been wide with shock. "Quick-a! We must-a go to the store! You must-a excuse-a me, Mr. NL! I cann-a (cannot) cook without tomatoes!"

I now completely ship Ireland and Germany. Even though she's terrified of him.))

[APH Ireland]

Bump~

[Thunderbraveheart]

(I'm sorry!)

NL

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The Brune let a grin widen on his face "Alright then! I'll help pick 'ut s'me T'matoes with ya B'y! T' repay f'r the f''d(Food)!" He patted the Italy on the back before chasing after Romano.

Germany

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His blue eyes widened in shock at the Irish woman's words before shaking his head "He was always reckless.…Want me to punch him for jou?" He replied as he brushed his hair back.

Romano

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Letting out a "Tch" the Italian turned away from his brother and NL "Well-a I'm -a going the store-a, I don't-a Know about you-a" the he walked away to the store while grumpling on the way.

[APH Ireland]

Ireland

"Don't trouble yourself for my sake, Mr. Germany." Ireland replied quickly, her cheeks flushing a pale colour. She knew what that man could do. When Germany flicked his hair back, the short woman stood up.
"Uh.. let me get t'at (that) for ye, Mr. Germany." She said quickly, licking her finger and gently plastering the man's hair back in place. Ireland was short, only five feet in height, and she knew how tall Germany was. In fact, she was hardly even taller than him when he was sitting down, let alone standing up.

Italy

*somehow can't think of a reply for this sorry*

Italy grinned, following after his brother and friend. Now to get these tomatoes, and convince Germany to become friends with nice Mr. NL too! It would be easy, right?