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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 21, 2012 23:25:26 GMT -5
Austria paused, mid-note, "...What did I tell you? IF you want to make noise, at least do something useful!" He walks over to one the instraments that happen to be in the room and hand it to him, as well as a music sheet, complete with hundreds of complicated notes scribbled on it. "And from the top...."
(you can choose the instrament he plays~)
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 21, 2012 23:29:19 GMT -5
Italia blinked, looking at the paper. His head tilted to the side, not understanding it at all. Infact, after a few moments, the instrument was gently placed on the ground, and he was folding up the paper into something rapidly, smiling.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 21, 2012 23:30:00 GMT -5
"WHAT?! No! What are you doing?!"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 21, 2012 23:32:09 GMT -5
"Veeeeh~ I made it for you Mister Austria!" he held up the paper proudly towards him. He had somehow manipulated to be a miniature version of his piano, using two seperate sheets of paper.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 21, 2012 23:38:40 GMT -5
"Ummmm....." Austria didn't know how to respond. For one, Italy had ruined his music sheet. However, it did look like his piano, and he liked art...... He took it without saying anything. "Thank you, Italy. You can go back to cleaning now."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 21, 2012 23:42:14 GMT -5
"You're not goig to play any more music?"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 21, 2012 23:44:23 GMT -5
"No. Not at the moment. I'm going to replicate the music sheet you turned into a miniature piano."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 21, 2012 23:46:23 GMT -5
"So you like it??" he brightened up.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 21, 2012 23:51:41 GMT -5
Austria sighed and chose not to answer it. He found the boy's enthusiasm somewhat contagious.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 21, 2012 23:53:37 GMT -5
"So you...don't like it?" Italia asked, thinking the silence was disappointment or something.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 21, 2012 23:56:27 GMT -5
".... No..... It's just..... Go start cleaning, Italy."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 21, 2012 23:59:12 GMT -5
"So, you do like it, right Mister Austria??"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 22, 2012 0:05:01 GMT -5
Austria paused, setting the paper piano on a music stand, ".... Yes. I like it, Italy."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 22, 2012 0:06:45 GMT -5
"Yay!" Italy jumped up and hugged Austria. But his arms couldn't reach all the way around.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 22, 2012 0:08:35 GMT -5
Austria was taken aback by the sudden gesture, "H-uhhhh...."
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