Oooooooooooookaaaaayyy...so it's been quite a long time since I've posted much of anything...or at least it feels like it. A LOT has happened. Marching band is starting up on Monday~ for those of you who DON'T KNOW this is an awesome thing...you should join marching band too ^^
Ummmm...I went to Otakon and had a TON of fun...I cosplayed Hungary ^^ There was this Hetalia photoshoot and there were a TON of Hungaries and Austrias but there weren't that many Prussias and I was thinking "What is wrong with the world?" The good part was I got to abuse two different Prussias with my dented frying pan...didn't really hit them though and I got hugs from loads of different nations in and out of cosplay ^^
...I hugged Russia! it was AWESOME! We met up with this really cool group of cosplayers who were pretty awesome as well! They were a group with America, Russia, Belarus, and Japan...we were trying to set up a LARP (live-action-roleplay) but we kinda failed big-time...blame parents *rolls eyes* I saw the Hetalia premier with my friends Katie (Romano/Lovi) and Brianne (Italy/Feli) and we spazzed and everything which was ALSO awesome...wow I wrote a lot...and this is only the author's notes...I wonder if anyone actually reads these...prolly not when I write so much XD anyway, without further ado here is the rather short next chapter *makes super awesome ta-da pose*
Something is wrong with Elie. I cannot be sure, but I believe she was cursing when she came inside from her walk through the garden.
"Elie? Darling?" I have never been in my love's chambers before, I am not sure how she will react if I simply walk in. How did I fall in love with such an unpredictable woman? It's infuriating. The Hungarian princess is outspoken and crude, not at all like the woman from the ball.
Elie and I have grown distant recently. I do not understand why. Everything was going so well! I actually thought there might be some hope for her. But I do not understand her recent mood swings, they just make no sense! One minute she is the perfect and proper lady she's been training to be and the next she becomes a demon to terrify the servants and nobles alike.
I take a deep breath and push open the door to her bed chamber.
"You highness!" She bows. "What is it you wish?" She stood up quickly when I walked in, moving parchment to cover her work. I slowly look around, taking in my future wife's unusual décor. The walls are mostly bare stone as they have always been, but there is a foreign flag hanging directly above my dear Elie's bed. In addition, the bed silks have been changed to a horrendous shade of (Prussian) blue and the walls adorned with outlandish displays of the most dangerous weaponry. It's horrendous! This is not the environment for a fine lady to live in. I notice a cast-iron frying pan laying on her bedside table. What on earth could she be thinking? It even has several dents in it! I wonder what she's been cooking with that. I turn to view the last wall, by the desk where she was working, and I'm almost afraid of what I'll find.
The wall is a collage of sketches, all of them are people. I can see different pictures of myself, all of them large-scale, focused only on my solitary face. I see pictures of the bad touch trio, those irritating idiots. I look at the other pictures most of them are featuring that Prussian idiot! She draws him different from everyone else. Beilschmidt is more realistic, more personalize in her drawings. It irritates me that he still holds a piece of her heart when she is marrying me.
I walk over to her desk, intent on finding her hidden project. I move the last pictures away and find myself looking at yet another sketch of that man. He is crouching in some bushes, which look remarkably similar to the bushes in the garden, watching something. Beside him, though hidden by shadow and unimportance are his two irritating friends. I briefly wonder what he's watching, and why he's in the bushes but it is put out of my mind by the sheer truth that she has been thinking about him.
I rush from her chambers. I must make a phone call.
"Feliciano. Tell my bride I apologize for leaving so quickly I will make amends soon."
"Of course sir." I walk away, trying to stay composed and calm. It will not do to make any rash decisions about the Prussian problem. I go straight to the phone.
"Sir?" The man picks up on the first ring, greeting me in messy german.
"I need a favor."
"I will come."
I hang the phone up, I don't think this is too drastic. After all, that idiot needs to be put in his place. I just hope my friend can help with this problem.
*hides, chanting* please don't kill me, please don't kill me...
Okay, I know that was incredibly short and you've probably been waiting for awhile...but I didn't really have anything more to write from Roddy's perspective...T.T
I-I promise to post more REALLY soon, okay? Okay? *waves white flag* Nuuuuuuuu! don't point that gun at meeeeeeee! *shot shot shot* Ack! *dies*
