week three - monday night (jack & newt)

[eisenundblut]

[Any time of day is a good time of day to get drunk, if you ask Prussia. But she had things to take care of during the day; mostly settling that stupid aristocrat's affairs, because if Austria was a pain in the ass while she was alive, she certainly wasn't about to be less of one now that she's dead.

But Jack made her a very good offer on Saturday, so here she is to finally take him up on it, knocking twice on the door with the same kind of sharp one-two knock a police officer might use to serve a warrant. She's had a bad time.

At whoever opens the door first, she'll offer a crooked smile. It's clear her heart isn't in it.]

That offer to get drunk still open, or did you guys drink it all without me?

Comments

[completelycrazy]

Oh, you meant... literal outfits. [???] Why'd you need to spy for that?

[He takes another swig of rum before passing it off to Prussia. He is maybe the tiniest bit concerned that she is pounding the liquor a little too hard, but she's a grown woman (country???) and he's not about to police her.]

...It does suck, yeah, for a lot of reasons besides hallucination sex. [dude wtf???]

This jerk got to hallucinate his girlfriend dirty-talking him while the rest of us were busy fending off aliens and stuff. [He says this to Prussia, of course. Gonna talk about you like you're not here, Jack!!]

[eisenundblut]

[She turns the rum over in her hands, smiling a little.]

You need to remember this was the 1700s, Newt. Couldn't Google it!! You wanted to know what another country was doing, you had to fuckin'... go there yourself. France was hot shit back then; every kingdom who wanted to be somebody had to act like her. Even had to speak her stupid language. Va te faire foutre!!

[Her French 'kiss my ass' has a definitely German accent to it, but it's passable. If either of the old men in this hut can understand French, that is.

She takes a quick drink from that before passing it back. Yeah, that should be enough. Just need to wait for it to kick in now as she leans back on her hands. She wants to pursue that Earth's gone bit, because, uh, hello?? That's literally her entire life?? But gets distracted easily by hallucinatory sex.]

Wirklich? You're kidding, kesesese!! I got to talk to Old Man Fritz and Old Man von Salza, but you won out, Jack!!

[almosthandsome]

Hey, she's not my girlfriend, and there was...other stuff, too. Not fun stuff. But yeah, some of it was dirty and fun. What can I say, I'm a man of needs.

[Jack shrugs and spreads his hands. He's a ridiculously good looking single guy in the prime of his life, he has needs. That aren't being met on Moron Murder Island.]

And fashion's serious business, stealing designs is stupid lucrative. Do you have any idea what I pay for high fashion items? More than a lot of people pay for their houses. It's a big deal, among the wealthy.

[Says the man who most often wears a patched and stitched old company shirt. But it's been with him since he first joined Hyperion in his early 20s. It's special. He's attached to it.]

[completelycrazy]

[Newt is still unclear on why fashion was worth spying over, but okay??? He's technically kind of in the military, but he so doesn't understand strategy stuff like that. Maybe it was worth it, who knows.

And he laughs at the "kiss my ass," which he has just enough French to understand. He agrees--what a dumb language.]

Both of you made out better than me. I got Kaiju. Heard 'em knocking around outside the hut all night. Hiro was saying how it was weird that I got Kaiju while most other people got to talk to people from home. Not everyone, but most.

[He takes another drink, not sure if he's jealous or not.]

[eisenundblut]

[With most things #Hetalia it's usually best not to think about them too much.]

Yeah, I remember you saw some shit like that. Sucks.

[She pats Newt's shoulder heavily in sympathy.]

Think we all saw bad shit, but there was good mixed in, too. I don't wanna stay up watching the robots during something like that again, anyway. Not that it made a difference...

...

[Okay, she really shouldn't, but she reaches for the absinthe again. She doesn't drink from it immediately, though, just holding it.]

Anyway!! Who wants to hear stories about my awesome self!!