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[io_non_ti_invidio]

[Welp, looks like no one's getting any relaxation today.

Because right now there is a very angry Italian trudging around, kicking doors open and growling at shipmates. If you are lucky, you have two options: one, you're buff and terrifying; two, you're a lovely lady. The former will be avoided at all costs, the latter will be catcalled and flirted with. To anyone not so lucky? You will be berated, glared at and subject to obscene gestures.

Welcome to Lovino Vargas's panic mechanism.]

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[blitzkrieged]

[She was 5 cabins away when Monica heard the commotion outside her own cabin. She took her coat and immediately made her way to the source. She hurriedly sneaked behind the man and cleared her throat.]

Excuse me, is there something bothering you?

[io_non_ti_invidio]

[He jumps and spins around to face her.]

Fuck- um- no.

[Really? Really.]

Sorry, did I bug you?

[blitzkrieged]

[She looks at him with a straight face and standing like a soldier]

No. However, other passengers of the ship might feel uncomfortable. Is there something I can do for you?

[io_non_ti_invidio]

[And he'll just slouch and shuffle his feet nervously.]

Nah- nevermind. I was looking for... I'll just go.

[He's backing away now.]

[blitzkrieged]

[Monica doesn't get this sort of behavior. But she is sincerely worried for this man. She walks towards him and takes his shoulders with both hands.]

I am a warden of this ship, and it is my duty to help. Now tell me, what were you looking for.

[io_non_ti_invidio]

[He tenses up once grabbed and grimaces.]

I'm looking for a way out because I need to make sure my brother is still alive.

[blitzkrieged]

[She lets go when she realizes that she was making him uncomfortable]

Are you aware of the policies of this ship? I mean, in terms of getting out?

[io_non_ti_invidio]

I know they exist now. [He crosses his arms.] Fine then, how do I get out?

[blitzkrieged]

You have to graduate of course.

Which brings me to the question, are you aware of your warden assignment?

[io_non_ti_invidio]

Nope.

[He says this like he has every right in the world to be this ignorant.]

[blitzkrieged]

[Germany's handled worse. But she does not appreciate the tone, and it is obvious in her face]

Are you sure that you have not been assigned to any warden at all?

[io_non_ti_invidio]

If I did, I didn't pay attention to the assignment thing. What, do I need them to get home?

[blitzkrieged]

[Germany lets out a loud sigh]

You should have. If you don't have one, you should find one quick. You need a warden to get out of this ship. And any warden would highly appreciate being assigned to an inmate. By inmate, I mean somebody like you who died.

[io_non_ti_invidio]

[This makes him highly uncomfortable, and he goes rigid.]

...I still believe that "dying" bullcrap. My brother and I are both connected to our nation, we can't die unless Italy gets massacred and if it did, he's in serious fucking danger and I need to leave now.

[blitzkrieged]

I suggest you calm down. I know how that is, seeing as I myself am a nation.

But, only dead souls enter this ship who isn't a warden. And unlike a warden who can come and go as they please, inmates remain in this ship until they graduate.

[io_non_ti_invidio]

...You're a nation? [He peers intently.] Who are you?

[blitzkrieged]

[She gives him a short salute]

Beilschmidt. Monica Beilschmidt. I believe my other names include Deutschland and Germany.

[io_non_ti_invidio]

[...Stand by for internal key-smashing.

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Germany!? I... [Looking her up and down sort of frantically now.] ...What the hell!?

[blitzkrieged]

Ja. I am Germany.

[She looks up at him a bit confused.]

You look upset to see me.