Basch
has
fallen asleep in the barn with his goats. Hay is sticking to his clothes and hair.
Thora
wonders
if now is a bad time to visit… She is knocking on the front door, but no one seems to be answering.
's goat nudges her leg before nibbling on her dress.
looks down at the goat curiously and pets it. "Where's Basch?" Not that she expected the goat to answer…
| The goat bleats at her before hopping towards the back yard.
blinks a couple of times before slowly following after it. She didn't really have anything better to do. "Where are you going, Jung… Uh…_
Random mountain named goat…" She couldn't remember the goat's names.
| The goat stopped to bleat at her angrily. He was Eiger! But he continued to lead her to where his sleeping master was.
Thora
thinks
the goat should be happy she kind of almost remembered one of their names; she wasn't used to weird German names for things! She followed
after him with a huff, wondering if maybe she should have gone back to her tent rather than chasing around goats in a strange country.
Basch
is
sleeping in the hay with Jungfrau and Monch laying next to him. He seemed peaceful, looking nothing like his normally angry self.
peeks in the barn cautiously, almost expecting to find guns pointed at her. She wasn't sure if she should enter or not. "Hello?" She walked
in, looking around worriedly until she saw the sleeping figure. She *knew* he slept with his goats!!
doesn't always! He was just napping.
tip toes closer to him. She couldn't help but smile; He looked so much nicer when he was asleep. She leant forward to try and pull a large
piece of hay from his hair that was bothering her.
mumbles something in his sleep when he felt the touch.
let's out a quiet cry and jumps back; What if he was grumpy when he woke up? She didn't really want to anger the Swiss man.
just continues to nap. He felt comfortable and he figured the person near him was Liechtenstein.
bends back towards him when he doesn't move more. She leant over the goat and tried to finish pulling the piece of hay out of his hair.
| Junfrau head butts her from behind, ending up knocking her forward and onto the sleeping Swiss man.
shrieks and flails as she is thrown forward on to him. She frantically tries to scamper off of him, accidentally falling on to the goat on
his other side.
's eyes snap open and he jolts up, clearly startled! He grabs the person who landed on him before they could escape. Monch just bleats in_
protest to the treatment.
stares at him with wide eyes, her face red and her hair now covered in hay thanks to his goats. She would not be petting them for a while.
blinks down at her, a bit ruffled from the nap and the hustle just then. "Thora?" He asked, immediately releasing her once he realized he_
had a hold of her arm.
gulps, not moving. "Hi?"
Basch
is
a bit red faced now. She caught him slacking. "...."
stutters uneasily. "Y- Your goat… pushed me…" She was tattling on a goat.
looks over to Jungfrau. She was always a troublemaker. "...O-Oh?" He winced at his voice.
didn't notice anything about his voice being strange, she was too busy trying to sit up and not look like she'd just been caught doing
something horrible. "I… You… There was something in your hair."
straightens himself up, trying to get his face back to normal. His expression hardened, but his cheeks still flared. "...My hair?" He asks_
, reaching up to try and get the object out.
glares at the goat that had pushed her. Jerk goat.
| The goat struts around with pride, seeming to take delight in her glare. _
plucks out the straw in his hair, blinking at it. "Ah...I wasn't expecting you today."
flushes darker, if possible. "I…" She starts to mumble sheepishly. "I went for a walk… and ended up here."
tilts his head a little at that. He felt a bit...happy at that? "Ah...well, welcome. Sorry I have nothing prepared for you."
shakes her head. "No! You don't need to prepare anything for me!" She starts to pick at her hair, realizing she had a few sprigs of hay
in it. Damn goat. "I just… thought I'd say… Hi?" That sounded like a really lame excuse. Way to go, Iceland.
reaches out to help her pluck hay from her hair. "Ah...Grüezi then."
sits painfully still as he plucks the hay from her hair. "Thanks…" She had no idea what 'Grüezi' meant, but she was too embarrassed with
everything else to ask.
realized his mistake and realized she probably did not understand. "Ah...I mean, Hello."
nods sheepishly; she hated not knowing what people were saying in other languages. "Oh…"
knew so many, that it got a little confusing even to him. He stands up, trying to pluck hay off his clothes now.
Thora
feels
silly for coming to visit him, and now she was covered in hay and had a mischievous goat plotting against her…
holds out a hand to her once he was done.
nervously takes his hand and stands up. She was never randomly visiting anyone again if this was what happened.
does not seem bothered that she came, despite the embarrassment. "Sorry...about them."
doesn't look at his face as she nods. She supposes that they are no worse than her puffin, though they were much larger and could create
more damage…
Basch
thinks
that they are good natured, just a bit mischevious. "Would you like to come in?"
dusts off her skirt and nods. She had already come all this way, so she may as well say yes.
leads her inside, holding the door open for her.
awkwardly follows him in, hoping that she wasn't covered in dirt and hay now… though he still had a few pieces of hay on himself, so he
couldn't really complain about her messing his house up with it.
Basch
is
used to this sort of mess, so he thought nothing of it. "If you want something to change into...I could find something and wash your _
clothes..."
doesn't want to trouble him. "You don't have to do that…"
Basch
is
fine with it. "I will fetch you something then."
nods. "Okay…" Clean clothes would be nice.
enters Liechtenstein's room, selecting a dress he believed would fit before returning and offering it out to her.
takes the dress and doesn't bother asking why he keeps girls' dresses in his house. "Thank you."
Basch
has
dresses sent to HIM quite often and it bothered him. But Liech naturally had things here. "The bathroom is the first door on the left."
scampered off to the bathroom. She felt weird changing clothes in someone else's house, especially changing in to someone else's clothes…_
though the dress did fit, albeit a bit snugly for her liking, though anything fitted was too snug for her liking. She folded her dirty
clothes up and walked back out slowly.
stares at her for a moment before looking away. "You look nice."
"Thanks…" She mumbles and stares at her feet. She wasn't particularly comfortable in this kind of dress… it made her feel girly.
takes the clothes and moves over to where the laundry room is located.
Thora
feels
bad making him do all of this for her.
Basch
has
laundry he needed to do anyway. He closes the door so he could change into some clean clothes himself. He comes out after he was done. "I_
put them in...They should be done soon."
nods and fidgets with the skirt of the dress as she plotted against the goat.
moves over to the fridge and takes out some cooled cookies covered in chocolate. He places them on a plate, before pushing them over to her.
stares at the cookies… they looked so good… but she didn't want to look too needy… she had already taken one of his dresses.
would point out that it was Liechtenstein's if he could hear her. He did not mind feeding her so much, she did help out. "Feel free."
takes one. "Thank you…" She nibbled at it slowly. She wouldn't judge him even if he did like women's clothing, and baked well…
Basch
wishes
she would remember that he had a sister! "Is it good?"
remembers, she just doesn't know how close they are. She nods. "It's very good." He was an excellent baker.
seems content with the answer. He was always competing with Belgium over who had better chocolates. "Good."
nods and finishes her cooke. She hasn't had Belgian chocolate before… She tries to avoid anyone near the Netherlands.
offers her some milk now. Belgium was a nice girl, he just had an odd rivalry with her. He thinks Thora would get along with her.
takes the milk with a small smile. "Thank you." She is used to Belgium being a boy, and had a slight fear of female Netherlands, so she
didn't want anywhere *near* the male counterpart.
Basch
thinks
that might be a good thing. He liked young girls, or so he heard. He nods to her words and glances at the clock.
follows his glance. "What?"
looks back to her. "...It got late."
nods awkwardly. "Sorry…"
shakes his head. "It's fine." He pauses, thinking. "Would you like to stay?"
stares at the ground, trying not to freak out at the offer. His house was nice… and she was safe from the other Nordics here… "I don't want
to trouble you…" Or randomly find herself with a gun held to her because he decided she was annoying him.
sighs at that. She was beginning to say that a lot. "It's no trouble. I have a spare room you can use."
"Are you sure?" It would be nice… though she didn't want to be too much of a burden to him.
Basch
has
really been enjoying her presence. It felt good to not have the house so empty. He says hesitantly, "It would be nice, the company."
can't help but smile a bit and nod. "I'd like to stay then…" It was nice being around someone else; she didn't like being alone.
cracks a slight smile when she agrees. "Then I will get everything you need prepared."
nods. "I… Is there anything I can do to help?" She felt guilty doing nothing.
Basch
thinks
on this before speaking up. "After you get cleaned up, you can help me with dinner."
isn't sure how much of her help he would actually want with cooking, but she enjoyed cooking and didn't mind helping. "Okay."
wanted her to help so he could teach her. He moves to get her some sleep clothes. "You're welcome to the shower."
nods. "That would be nice."
nods in response. "I'll finish up the laundry while you do that then."
"Thank you." She felt extremely awkward showering in someone else's house, but her hair felt dirty, and it was nice to get clean.
wanders off to do as he said.
showers quickly; his water smelled weird. She changed back in to the dress and tried to dry her hair with the towel as she peeked back out
in to the hall to find Basch.
Basch
has
changed into the pajamas Liechtenstein gave to him all the time. He was embarrassed to find his normal ones were in the wash. So now he_
Basch
was
wandering the house in pink, frilly pajamas. "I am in the laundry room."
walks in to the laundry room and looks at him. Then she walks back out, then back in. She stared at him incredulously but said nothing. She
wouldn't judge him.
Basch
is
clearly embarrassed by her actions. He snaps, "What?"
shakes her head, but is trying not to grin. "Nothing."
Basch
is
quite red as he tosses the clothes into the dryer. "..."
Thora
thinks
his pajamas, and the blush on his face, are cute! "I like your pajamas."
goes red all the way to his ears. "Danke...My sister made them."
bites back a laugh and nods. "That's sweet."
would have glared if she laughed. "...I...Guess so. I just wonder why she puts all the frills on."
"I think it's cute." She did like the frills, even if it was a bit funny to see them on someone like Basch.
thought they made him look a bit too comical for his taste. "...Thanks. I gave you a pair to wear too." So she wasn't safe.
nods. She had seen that… she was wearing the dress again for a reason… that, and it felt weird to wear pajamas while walking around a house.
Basch
was
only wearing them to wash more of his clothes. After, he would probably change into a less embarrassing pair. "Are you finished?"
Thora
thinks
he should keep them on. "Ja." She nodded. "Thank you."
Basch
will
consider it. It did remind him of his sister, but he would make the final decision after dinner when he went to shower himself. "You are_
welcome." He tells her, exiting the laundry room.
follows after him, combing through her hair with her fingers. She wonders if Mitzi has pajamas like this, too.
Basch
thinks
her pajamas would be more manly, right? He leads her into the kitchen, and stares at his pantry. What could they make?
stands behind him and looks over his shoulder to see what he had.
Basch
thinks
pasta might be easy... "How about pasta? Do you like that?"
nods. "That sounds fine."
now what kind? "Tomato or cheese sauce."
shrugs. She wasn't very picky. "Whatever you want."
Basch
will
go with cheese sauce then. He motions for her to come closer so he could direct her.
steps closer and watches him carefully.
gets out a pot for her. "Fill this with water." He was going to let her do most the work.
nods and carries the pot to the sink. "Your water is strange." It didn't smell like sulphur at all!
looks a little confused. "It's clean."
doesn't doubt that. "It smells differently than my water at home."
understands now. "Ah...well, I hear some places are different than others. In some places, they recommend drinking only bottled water."
nods. Norway's water was strange, too. She wondered if maybe it was just her water that smelled so strongly.
figures it has to do with the volcano. He moves over to turn the stove on and instructs her to place the pot on the burner.
follows his instructions, though it was hard to screw up a pot of water.
he gets out the pasta for her. "When it boils, put this in." Is giving her a simple meal...for this exact reason.
knows how to cook… She's just used to cooking stranger dishes. "Okay."
Basch
wonders
what she cooks. He has heard strange stories.
enjoys her cooking… though she has heard it is worse than British food…
Basch
wonders
how that can be so?!
stares at the water as though it would make it boil faster… she was a bit impatient. It wasn't that she meant to cook bad food; She just
developed an odd sense of taste after spending years secluded on her island with minimal resources.
shakes his head. "Ever hear the saying, water boils slower if watched?"
looks at him, then quickly looks away. She couldn't take him seriously in those pajamas. "No." She said with a slight smirk. "That's a weird
saying."
shrugs. "It feels true."
"Perhaps your vision has cooling rays, it's never been affected by me staring at it." She offers in a serious tone.
Basch
thinks
she has an interesting imagination. "Hn...Or I am impatient." When he was hungry.
Thora
was
impatient all of the time, so time constantly passed at an agonizingly slow rate for her. "Maybe I should stare at it harder so it takes
even longer to cook then."
Basch
thinks
she is being troublesome now. "Why?"
grins. "Why not?"
shakes his head to that. "Aren't you hungry?"
"Yes."
nods to that. "The water's boiling. Put it in."
sighs and puts the pasta in without saying anything.
leans against the counter. "Have you found your sister yet?"
bites her lip and focuses on the pasta in the water. "No. I saw her once, but then she disappeared again without saying anything."
frowns a little, nodding. "She will come around soon."
nods, though she wasn't sure if she would, especially now that Soraya had disappeared as well.
Basch
hopes
they do for her sake.
Thora
hopes
so as well, though she isn't very optimistic. "Where is Liechtenstein?"
looks up. "I don't know."
nods. "I'm sorry." She says quietly, unsure of what else to say.
nods to her. "She is probably at home."
Thora
wishes
her sisters were at home. "Ah."
knows she does. "So I haven't bothered her."
"Why not?" She frowned. She wished Norway bothered her more! She loved it when either of them visited her, even if she acted otherwise.
tilts his head. "She probably needs some alone time."
nods and stirs the pasta a bit.
gets out a drainer and motions for her to take the pot over when it is done. "Pour it here."
nods and grabs the handle with both hands carefully. This was her least favorite part. She was very cautious with pouring it in with shaky
hands, though she was proud though that she didn't burn herself.
moves to gather the ingredients for the sauce. When she was ready, he begins to instruct her on how to make it.
knows how to make pasta, but she is happy to learn it his way and says nothing as she does as he instructs.
seems to nod as she does everything fine. "You're not that bad at this..." Perhaps i t was just her tastes that was the problem.
supposes her tastes might be a bit off for most people… "It's hard to mess up pasta."
Basch
is
picky about the food he eats. "Good, to my tastes."
raises an eyebrow. "You're a picky eater, aren't you?"
nods. "I am...a little." He dealt with eating cheaper foods.
snickers a bit. She was about as far from being a picky eater as it got. Food was food.
just liked to cook the best he could. He moves to set the table for them. "Please bring the sauce and noodles in here?"
Thora
was
happy with food that didn't make her sick and wasn't rotten… well… actually, she didn't mind some rotten food. "Okay." She carried it to the
table.
pulls out a chair for her.
smiles politely and nods. "Danke."
nods to her and takes the seat across from her.
Thora
thinks
it smells great, but watches him before moving towards the food.
allows her to get her food first before helping himself. "I hope you will like it."
got her food, getting a small portion. She didn't eat much, and doesn't want to seem to greedy. "Thank you."
takes a bite, eyeing her for a moment. "I don't know why people mistake you for a boy. You're quite pretty."
flushes a bit at the compliment and stares at her plate. "Thank you… I think it's because male Iceland is quite pretty, too." She didn't
mean it as an insult, it was just the truth.
Basch
thinks
he is just used to distinguishing this. Liechtenstein also got confused as a boy. "Perhaps try a ribbon in the hair?"
nods. "Do you think that would help?"
nods. "It helps Liechtenstein."
"I'll try that then." She said with a small smile. It was worth a try at least.
points to her ears. "It might help to pierce them too, though I can understand if you didn't want to."
"My counterpart suggested that." She frowned. She still wasn't interested in getting her ears pierced. She didn't like putting holes in her_
body.
seems to realize his mistake. "A ribbon will be just fine."
"Earrings aren't bad," She says, not wanting to seem rude. "But I've never wanted to get piercings before. They look bothersome."
sees her point. "I suppose they can be. I just like making jewlery. I would be out of business if more people thought that way."
looks at him with surprise. "You make Jewelry?"
nods a bit. "Mostly I make watches, but I can make other things too."
"You must be very talented." She admits before taking a small bite.
just has a lot of time. "Thank you. I try and perfect all the skills I take up."
Thora
thinks
that is very respectable. She has a lot of time, too, though she isn't nearly as talented as he is.
doesn't really consider himself talented. He just liked keeping busy.
"The pasta is good." She said, setting her fork down on her plate.
eyes it for a moment. "It is. I am glad I caught the deal on the ingredients."
grins in amusement and returns to eating.
finishes up his pasta, straightening out his pajamas. He still felt awkward in them around her.
Thora
was
starting to get used to the pajamas. They were growing on her. She finished eating and looked at him, trying not to smirk. "Thank you for_
dinner, and letting me wear Liechtenstein's clothes."
stands and starts to collect the dishes. "Ah...no problem. I am surprised they fit."
Thora
was
about to nod before realizing that she had no idea what his Liechtenstein even looked like. "Is Liechtenstein very small?" She asks while_
gathering her own dishes.
takes them from her and moves to the sink. "Quite. The dress is a bit short on you."
frowns as he takes them and looks down at the hem. "I've worn shorter… Not that I wear short dresses! I needed a change of clothes while at_
my sister's, and all she had were my old clothes…" She explained quickly.
quirks a brow at her before starting on the dishes. "This reminds me. I ran into your counterpart the other day..."
frowns. "I'm sorry."
shakes his head. "I gave him pants."
"Oh…" She looks down sheepishly. "That's nice of you."
felt like he had to do something. "I had some that didn't fit anymore. I sent him back with dresses for you. Did you get them?"
shakes her head. "We haven't seen one another much lately…"
finishes up the dishes and turns to her. "You can keep the dress you are wearing then."
shakes her head, feeling guilty. "You don't have to give me dresses."
Basch
has
sort of adopted her. "It's fine. It's one of Liechtenstein's old ones."
Thora
is
torn between her pride that dictated she shouldn't accept any charity, and happy that he was trying to help her. "Thank you."
nods. "When Liechtenstein comes back, she will probably leap at the chance to sew more clothes."
nods awkwardly. She hoped that Liechtenstein showed up soon so that she could meet her; She sounded nice.
Basch
thinks
that she will like her. She liked Aloys right?
hasn't spent much time with him, but he seemed nice. She had usually avoided him out of fear of Mitzi.
Basch
is
glad she got to meet him then. Which reminds him. How was things with Lukas?
hasn't seen much of Lukas, or anyone really… avoiding Denmark made her kind of reclusive.
Basch
thinks
that is a shame.
doesn't mind it much. Lukas was more of a replacement for her sister, and now that her counterpart was there she felt out of place.
Basch
thinks
he sort of understands...Though he wasn't willing to think of Thora as a replacement. Thora was Thora, and he enjoyed her. He moved to_
fetch the laundry.
would be happy to hear that. She followed after him, unsure of what else to do.
pulls the laundry from the dryer and begins to fold them for her.
watches him, shifting a bit before she looked around them. His house was nice.
offers the folded clothes to her. "I can give you something better to sleep in later if you please."
"The pajamas you gave me earlier are fine." She said politely. "Thank you for everything."
nods to her. "It's late...I'll show you to your room."
"Okay." She nods. It didn't feel very late for her, but she didn't want to seem rude to him.
goes to sleep early to wake up early to do some training. He leads her to a spare room.
hasn't done any sort of training in years… "Thank you."
Basch
has
to keep in shape. "Get some rest. Sweet dreams."
nods and walks in to the room. "You too." She prefers to keep in shape by extreme sports, or swimming.
does military drills. He leaves her to her room and goes to shower before bed.
changes in to the frilly pajamas and investigates her room. She wasn't very tired…
Basch
thinks
she is free to the tv or she can heat up some warm milk.
doesn't want to walk around his house in the middle of the night and will settle for tossing and turning in bed.
forgot to take his clothes into the bathroom with him...He tied the towel around his waist and was grateful that Thora had the door closed.
opened her door and tiptoed out in to the hall when she heard the bathroom door open. She was thirsty and didn't want to be rude by getting_
it herself. "Ba–" She started, but froze, her face going red. WHY WAS HE WEARING ONLY A TOWEL?!
freezes, staring at her like a deer in the headlights now. Luck was against him, wasn't it? He quickly ducked behind the door, red from his_
face, down to his chest. "A-Ah..."
wanted to look away, but couldn't. "I… Sorry."
Basch
wants
to disappear. The one time he chances something...This was probably why he didn't usually leave things to it. He has been letting his guard_
down around her. "It's fine." He tries to walk passed her quickly, trying to retreat into his room.
tries to move out of the way, but only ended up moving in his way more.
Basch
hates
when that happens, let alone when it happens at a moment like this. He was brick red. "Go left."
isn't very good with directions and accidentally goes right.
walked into her.
winced. "SORRY!" She jumped to the left, not really opening her eyes fully.
doesn't think he can be any redder. He walks as fast as he can into his room and shuts the door a little loudly. How embarrassing. "It's_
fine." He called back once he was out of site. His voice was shaky. He was flustered.
stayed in the hall, finally shaking out of her shock after a minute has passed. She stared at the bathroom door, then to where Basch had_
disappeared to. Her face lit up again. She should have stayed in the bedroom.
quickly finishes drying off and dresses. He wasn't sure if he should leave his room or not...The embarrassment was too great.
wasn't sure if she should forget about the milk or not. She walked slowly back towards her room, trying to un-see him in a towel.
just crawls into his bed and pulls the blanket over his face. How shameful. He had been indecent!
stops at his door and knocks on it quietly, though once she had knocked she was tempted to run to her room.
peeks out from under the covers. He half thought to call out, but that would be rude. So instead, he got up to open the door, red faced._
"Yes?"
stared at the floor. "I'm sorry…" She should have just stayed in her room.
's eyes soften a bit and he reaches out to pat her on the head. "...Me too."
doesn't know why he would apologize. It was his house. "I… couldn't sleep… and wanted something to drink…"
Basch
feels
like he might have just tainted her. "...You're welcome to the fridge."
Thora
has
seen overweight naked American's in the middle of winter at her pools… she wasn't going to be tainted by someone in a towel. "Ah…Thank you."
pities her! That sounded horrible. "Do you need anything else?"
shakes her head, she felt a bit strange going in to his kitchen. "No… thank you."
nods to her, avoiding her gaze. "Good night then, Thora."
hasn't looked up from the floor yet. "Night." She shuffled away, opting to hide in her room rather than bother with the kitchen.
leaves the door open a crack incase she needed him again and goes to lay down.
wasn't going to dare step foot out of her room again.
Basch
thinks
that is unnecessary and a good idea at the same time.
would rather not accidentally run in to him half naked again!
sleeps fully dressed!
won't judge him, or try to find that out! Some things were best left kept a mystery!
Basch
thinks
that's true too...She should just try and sleep.
Thora
is
trying! She tries to lay in bed, but seeing him in a towel gave her a rush of adrenaline. Now she's wide awake.
Basch
is
...really sorry.
doesn't think he should be sorry; It was just unexpected. She hadn't expected him to walk around the house like that and was unprepared.
does not normally. He just had a break in routine and it threw him off.
Thora
will
forever think that he wants around his house naked now.
Basch
is
mortified enough.
Thora
thinks
he should know better than to walk around the house in a towel when someone else is there. What if Prussia or someone else had randomly_
popped up?
knows! He had made a mistake. He is usually more prepared.
Thora
hopes
that the next time she sees him he is more prepared! Or that she is more prepared to handle it.
does not think she needs to handle anything. He would not let it happen again.
would rather be prepared in vain than be taken by surprise again.
Basch
thinks
preparation is very good. He was proud of her, but he hated to think of how she would build herself up to such a thing.
Thora
thinks
it is his own house, and he is welcome to walk around almost naked if he wants to. She will stay in her room to avoid it since she's not_
comfortable seeing more of it.
Basch
hopes
that she can sleep then.
Thora
will
probably now be plagued with nightmares of him naked.
Basch
is
sorry that his nakedness will cause nightmares then. Huff.
doubts they will be that bad, though her awkwardness about it will make it worse than a nightmare.
can understand that at least. He rolls over in his bed, trying to push out all the thoughts of what happened that day.
Thora
hopes
he has better luck than she does.
Basch
has
all ready drifted off.
can't sleep and decides to go get some milk. She opened her door quietly and tip-toed through the dark… Only to stub her toe on a wall,_
resulting in her crying out loudly and hopping on one food.
foot*
throws his door open loudly, gun in his hand. He thought the worst.
stumbles back and falls on the ground, her eyes wide with fear. Now her foot hurt AND she was frightened.
immediately lowers the gun when he realized what was going on. "Are you all right?!"
Thora
says
nothing and doesn't move. She stares at him blankly, still trying to get over the fear.
enters his room again to put the gun away before returning to her side and kneeling next to her.
Thora
is
finally starting to shake out of it. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"
flinches at her yelling. "I thought someone broke in."
"Who would break in to your house?! You're Switzerland!!" She cried out, inching away from him.
frowns deep. "You would be surprised."
could see Denmark or Prussia trying to break in to his house… so it did make a little sense… Though it didn't make her feel any better. She_
tried to look at him darkly to cover up the fear… She would have felt a bit better if she weren't wearing ruffly pajamas, and if she hadn't_
seen him in a towel earlier.
stands up and heads to the kitchen.
stands up and smooths out the pajamas, following after him with a huff. "Did you really have to bring your gun out with you?"
shakes his head a bit. "Habit." He pulls out some milk and cookies.
Thora
thinks
that is a bothersome habit and folds her arms over her chest.
Basch
feels
better with his guns. He pours her a glass too.
Thora
feels
extremely uncomfortable with his guns, but doesn't want to say anything about it.
slides it over to her and offers some of the cookies.
takes it with a frown, only shaking a little bit. "Thanks."
nibbles on the cookie, trying to settle down from the start a bit himself. "Tonight just isn't our night."
shakes her foot out to try and get rid of the sting from jamming it in to the wall. "Apparently not."
looks to her foot. "Do you want some ice?"
shakes her head. "I'm fine. My feet have seen worse adversaries than a wall."
nods to that. He could relate. "I will leave the hall light on."
sips on her milk, finally starting to calm down. She still wasn't used to having guns waved around in front of her.
Basch
hopes
that she will tolerate it eventually. He didn't like her fearful gaze.
Thora
thinks
that she will learn to deal with it in time… hopefully… She just hadn't been around guns much lately.
could teach her to use them.
would probably end up shooting herself on accident.
Basch
will
not let her near a real gun until she could shoot a BB gun.
supposes that would be a good idea…
Basch
wonders
if she would play paint ball.
doesn't mind playing paintball; it was fun sometimes! But it was totally different than a real gun!
can teach her tactics with it though.
isn't sure that she wants to know tactics… she doesn't really like fighting, or using weapons.
Basch
will
mask it under the guise of being for fun.
Thora
will
probably fall for it.
Basch
thinks
that is cute and he would enjoy himself. Though his aim was deadly true.
doesn't doubt that… she sipped on her milk, not looking at him. "I'm sorry for waking you…"
shakes his head. "It is fine. I was not asleep yet anyway." He lied.
frowns. "You have bed hair."
nods. "From rolling around."
doesn't believe him. She rolls her eyes and sips at her milk.
Basch
thinks
that she has good intuition, but he'd rather lie so she didn't feel as bad.
Thora
is
curious. "Do you sleep with your gun?"
nods. He kept one near by, yes.
cringes a bit at that. "Ah." It wasn't surprising.
sips his milk. "And you sleep with your sheep?"
"Not usually." She shook her head. "Only sometimes when it's cold, or I get lonely." She said, though after she said it she realized how_
wrong it could be taken; not to mention she had admitted that she got lonely! She sipped her milk. Maybe he hadn't heard it.
Basch
hopes
she isn't lonely now, even if the night had been full of awkward. "They are good company."
Thora
is
far from lonely right now. On top of having him she had enough awkward moments in one night to justify avoiding society for at least a_
decade.
would come to visit still.
would appreciate the visits… "They are good company. Much better than people often times."
nods to that. "I can agree to that. Goats are just as well."
"Your goats seem very…" She pauses, unsure of the right word. She didn't want to insult him, or the goats. "Mischievous."
leans back in his chair. "Just Jungfrau."
"Ah." She nodded. That must have been the one that pushed her on to him…
Basch
thinks
her memory is good. "Eiger is the boss and is the most intelligent. Monch is the calmest."
nods. Monch will be her favorite now. Granted she'll forget his name and won't be able to distinguish which one he is… but he'll be her_
favorite none-the-less.
Basch
likes
Eiger the most. He glances to his clock when the cuckoo alarm caught his attention.
followed his glance. It wasn't that late.
Basch
thinks
eleven is rather late for him.
Thora
thinks
eleven is early… late would be 3 or 4am. "It's only 11?"
nods. "I usually am asleep by ten."
stares at him. "10? At night?"
nods again. "Ja. I wake up early."
drinks her milk. "When do you wake up?"
nibbles on another cookie before answering. "About five am."
Thora
has
often stayed up until that time, but rarely wakes up then. "Why?!
blinks. "It's quiet. I can get the morning chores done before the sun rises and it gets hot."
"Does it get very hot in the winter time here?"
shakes his head. "Nein, I just hold habits from summer."
Thora
asks
curiously, "What would you do if the sun never set and it was hot all day and night?"
cringes at the thought. "That sounds hard. I suppose I would manage as best I could though."
nods. "During the summer there are parts of my island where the sun never sets."
Basch
thinks
that sounds unfortunate. "Do you enjoy that?"
nods. "It's much nicer than the winter when it rarely gets light out."
Basch
thinks
that sounds too cold. "The north sounds complicated."
liked it. It was actually quite warm there due to the ocean air. "It's not that bad. In the summer it's always sunny, in the winter it's_
always dark."
Basch
likes
his mountain air. "I will have to see that."
Thora
has
some of the best air in the world! (so long as a volcano wasn't erupting. Then it kind of sucked.) "It's beautiful! At night in the winter_
you can see the Northern Lights."
Basch
has
heard of those. He had always wanted to see them. "That sounds amazing."
nods. "You should come see it some time… Though you'd have to stay up late for it."
doesn't mind every once in a while. "Ja, I will have to take you up on that offer."
smiled over her cup. "Good… They say that Iceland has one of the best views of it in the world."
Basch
will
have to look more into this. "I'll take your word."
"My sister and I used to go skinny dipping in the geothermal pools in volcanoes in the middle of winter and watch the lights. It's an_
amazing experience. You should try it!"
Basch
is
thoroughly embarrassed now. He did not want to think of her and FemNorge skinny dipping and he certainly held no desire to do it himself! _
"............."
didn't think FemNorge would ever agree to it. She did it with Denmark! She was amused by his embarrassment. "It's not that bad, and they're_
almost completely secluded."
thought she hated Denmark? "...It sounds embarrassing. I would prefer to keep my clothes on." He was red to his ears.
Thora
hates
male Denmark. She loved Female Denmark. "Why does it sound embarrassing? You shower naked, don't you?"
Basch
thinks
that sounds confusing. How were they different? "I guess, but you said you do it with other people."
"So? What's wrong with being naked around other people?" She looked at him curiously. She had heard that people from mainland Europe and_
America were more prudish, but she was always amused to see it in person.
Basch
is
probably one of the more prude nations. "Lot's of things." he left it at that. He had no real solid reasons.
"Why? There's nothing sexual about it. There is no better feeling than swimming in a hot lake, then jumping out and feeling the freezing_
air all over your body."
Basch
wonders
if that is a true statement. The warmth sounded nice, but not the cold. "You sound like you are trying to convince me to try it." He _
wouldn't.
shrugs. "I wouldn't force you to. But it wouldn't hurt you to try it."
shakes his head. "I would rather not. If what you say is true, company would be best." He was using it as an excuse not to go.
smirks. "Why not?"
crosses his arms. "I would be alone."
"Why?"
stares at her. "...Because I am not taking you with me." It would require male company! This is how he planned to win.
"… Why not?" It wasn't that she had wanted to do it, though it was amusing how adamantly he was against it.
Basch
is
getting a bit frustrated. "Because, that really would not be appropriate."
"Why not?"
narrows his eyes a bit, leaning in close. "And what would you do if I actually agreed? Stop teasing me."
"If you agreed I would take you skinny dipping and think nothing of it." She shrugged, leaning back in her chair.
pulls back with a huff. "I refuse even so."
"Are you embarrassed about being nude in front of others?"
looks away from her. "In front of women, there is a difference." He had shared a bath house with men before.
"It's only different if you make it different."
shrugs. "Then I am making it different."
"Why?"
's eye twitches a bit. "As I have said, it is just not proper."
Thora
is
amused at the twitching. "What's proper then?"
Basch
is
not amused. "Men and Women who aren't lovers should not bath together. Simple as that."
"What if they're gay?"
huffs. "I guess then that--- ..........."
"If I said I was gay would you go swimming with me naked?"
stares at her. "Nein. Even if you are, I'm not."
rolled her eyes. "Of course you're not."
| "So your point makes no sense." He wondered if she really was gay.
"I don't see the big deal in going swimming with the opposite gender. You're under water, and it's not as though you're going to be_
*looking* at their body."
Basch
thinks
this is both frustrating and embarrassing. Certainly not a topic he was expecting to have at midnight. "You are pushing rather hard. I _
thought after tonight you would never look at me again, after the shower incident. Now you want me to lose the towel?"
flushes. "It's not like I was checking you out!"
does not feel as cornered. "If it would get you off my back about it, I would go shirtless now."
"Why would I want you shirtless now?! That would be stupid!" Why was he offering that?! She didn't need to see him without a shirt on_
anymore than she already had!
Basch
is
just teasing her now. He felt a bit better. He looks over to her, quirking a brow. His lips twitched up ever so slightly into something of_
an amused grin.
frowns darkly. "I highly doubt Liechtenstein would appreciate you galavanting around shirtless in front of strange women."
shakes his head. "If you caught on quicker, you would have realized I was teasing you."
doesn't find his teasing to be amusing… at all.
didn't find her gay comment very amusing either.
doubts he is gay; she assumed that he and Liechtenstein were some sort of couple.
Basch
is
not in a relationship with his sister. Did they look that way from the outside?
hadn't seen him with his sister; but she always assumed that the ones in her world were dating… and so she assumed that they were, too.
Basch
thinks
if they were dating, Mitzi would not be with Lukas right now. They were too fiercely loyal to leave someone they pledge to for another.
Thora
thinks
that they could have broken up a while ago and Mitzi moved on…
Basch
is
certain their relationship was nothing like that. At least, his was nothing like that with his Liechtenstein. "Why bring up Liechtenstein?"
shrugs. "I always thought that you and Liechtenstein were… together." She wasn't sure what the right term for it was.
stares at her with the most incredulous expression. "...I have never been with my sister."
"Really?" She is obviously surprised by that answer. "Ever?"
Basch
is
slightly annoyed. Is that what everyone thought? "Never."
Thora
is
slightly relieved by that for some reason. "Oh."
Basch
wonders
who else thinks that? "We are close, but we're nothing but siblings."
"Ah."She nods and finishes her milk, wondering if she should have said nothing about it.
collects her glass and cleans up the mess. "...If you have anything else you want to ask?"
frowns and tries to think, not wanting to get up from the chair. "Is there anything you want to ask?"
Basch
has
to think about this. "Well," He starts. "Are you actually gay or were you simply stating that?"
"Would it matter if I was?" She asks him serious. She was pretty sure she wasn't, but she'd never really thought much about it before.
shakes his head. "Nein," Though it would explain her hatred of Denmark better.
"I don't think I like women," She said with a shrug. "Though I don't think I've ever liked much of anyone before. Not in that way at least."
nods a little in understanding. The closest he had ever been to a relationship probably had been with Austria, although...that didn't last._
"I guess you have room to grow then. Someone will come along and you'll know."
"I doubt it." She wasn't pessimistic, just realistic. "Romantic relationships are too fleeting." She'd rather not let her emotions develop_
too deeply on something that could change like the wind one day.
nods slowly. "I avoided that path. I guess others saw more use for it though."
"Something like that." She scoffed.
frowns a bit as he thought of Austria. The man had married too much.
watches him frown. "What's wrong?"
shakes his head. "Nothing."
"Are you sure?"
nods. "Just thought of the past again."
nods and is silent for a moment. "What about it?"
looks a bit surprised. "Just thinking of someone I grew apart from."
"Oh." She nodded quietly. "I'm sorry."
shakes his head. "For the best, probably."
"Are you sure?" She didn't like growing apart from people.
nods. "He changed."
stands up and awkwardly hugs him. "I'm sorry." Though she had to wonder, does that mean he actually was gay?
Basch
is
not gay, necessarily. He is... attracted to people by their personality more so. "Don't be, he is frustrating."
pulls back and huffs. See if she tries to comfort him again! "Fine."
reaches out to pat her on the head. "You're a good girl."
furrows her brows and almost goes cross-eyed as she looks at his hand on her head. "I'm not an animal."
pulls his hand back. Maybe he just wanted an excuse to touch her hair. It was a pretty color. "I am not good at praising people."
"Oh…" She understood that. She usually avoided doing it… She didn't mind him touching her hair, just… not with the type of praise you gave_
to a well behaved goat.
would feel awkward asking to touch it.
would feel extremely awkward if he asked…
Basch
wonders
why things were suddenly so much more awkward now.
Thora
is
oblivious to the awkward feeling and reaches up to pat his hair. "You're a good boy."
stares at her. "...."
continues to pet his hair for a minute before pulling her hand back and looking at him blankly.
Basch
wonders
what that was about? "Satisfied?"
Thora
was
just returning the favor. But when he asked that she reached back up and resumed petting him. "I'm not sure which is softer, your hair,_
or your goats."
Basch
is
not sure whether or not to be flattered. "Well Danke." He was getting goosebumps. It felt nice.
pulls her hand back and smirked. "I think the goats win… But not Jungfrau…"
Basch
is
a little proud. He took better care of his goats than his hair. He just used soap in it. "...You dislike her?"
Thora
thinks
he should take better care of his hair… "She pushed me on to you…" She was not above holding a grudge on a goat.
Basch
thinks
it's not important. "She was playing."
"I know…" She was just embarrassed by it, and hated being embarrassed.
Basch
thinks
they are suffering a lot of it. She should just think of him near naked and forgive the goat.
didn't realize he wanted her to think of him nearly naked. If that's what he wishes for, he should ask her straight out. "I can't even_
remember which one is which; It's not like I can stay mad at a goat when I don't remember which one it is."
doesn't want her to. But he'd rather her not have a grudge against her goats. "...Well, I suppose so."
Thora
will
probably forget all about it in the morning, and she likes animal's more than people… so the goat was pretty safe. "I like your goats… even_
if that one's mischievous… Maybe she and I can become friends and work together to pick on you."
grunts a bit, making a face. "You would, wouldn't you?"
grins a bit. So long as he didn't have his gun. But if she was with the goat she'd feel a bit safer; He'd never shoot his goats!
would never hurt his goats. "Brat." he was teasing her now.
"Tch," she scoffed, but still had a small smile. "I'm not a brat."
moves to finish the dishes. "Just a little."
leans against the counter and watches him with an amused scowl.
looks up at the clock. "It is late..."
"It's not *that* late."
Basch
thinks
she's a night owl. "You have bad sleeping habits."
shrugs. Having 24 hours of lightness for half of the year would do that to a person. "They could be worse."
Basch
thinks
this is true. "Still, it would be better to have a schedule."
scoffs. "I have a schedule…"
quirks a brow. "Which is?"
"I sleep when I'm tired, and I wake up at some point when I want to." Which was usually before 10am, but there was no reason to share that.
Basch
will
visit bright and early from now on.
Thora
will
kill him... in her mind.
Basch
will
make her go hiking with him now that it's spring.
would enjoy that! Especially if it was a late night hike in the moonlight!
Basch
will
come in the early morning when the moon is up. How's that?
Thora
will
probably still be awake then, so it works!
does not think that works at all.
Thora
thinks
it works fine~
Basch
thinks
she will be too tired to hike the rest of the day.
Thora
will
drink a lot of coffee.
Basch
wants
her in tip top shape.
Thora
has
never had a problem climbing mountains before… She thinks that she's in fairly decent shape.
Basch
thinks
that she gets sick so much because she doesn't get enough sleep.
Thora
thinks
that she gets sick because her country has a lot of issues and it has little to do with her sleeping schedule.
Basch
thinks
it doesn't help.
doesn't think the two issues are related at all and he shouldn't treat her like a small child that needs a bed time!
Basch
needs
to sleep too. It's not just her.
Thora
likes
sleeping, but that doesn't mean she needs an enforced bedtime.
Basch
thinks
it's better to get a good nights sleep when one will be busy the next day/
usually starts her days later than he does, so getting to bed later isn't that big of an issue.
Basch
thinks
that might be true enough.