May, 06, 2546
Mother of Invention, UNSC controlled space
10:07
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The exchange of glances between Italy and Germany sparked my curiousity, my eyes locking with theirs as I walked toward them. Unlike usual, they were dead silent, not a word passed between them, only quick glances between them, their eyes always moving back towards me. Germany's cybernetic hand fidled with his water bottle, the other resting limply on the table.
Italy was basically frozen besides the twitch of her right-hand fingers on the table, drumming a subconscious beat, probably not aware of it herself. I know I have the same nervous tick, recite a tune or a beat that I've known forever when I'm nervous, or it's to quiet for my tastes. My eyes slid between the two of them as I swung my legs over the edge of the bench, slowly falling into my seat beside Italy.
Germany opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it as something else passed through his mind, darting across his eyes and disappearing before I could even get a single hint as to what it might have been.
"Morning, Ira," Italy finally said, clapping my shoulder lightly with one hand while her other wrapped around her water bottle and brought the topless bottle to her lips for several seconds. Germany followed her lead, several drops missing his mouth and ended up sliding down his chin until they were wiped off with the sleeve of his shirt.
"You're gonna have to get me one of them long sleeved Project shirts, Germ. I didn't know they made them like that," I said with a laugh, reaching across the table and pulled his arm closer to me, running a finger over the rather soft fabric. Most of the shirt itself was solid black [ like a lot of their shirts, apparently ] with a the white Project Freelancer insignia imprinted on the upper left shoulder. A green strip - his secondary colour on his armour - run up the sleeves, concealing the majority of the seams beneath it.
He looked at me for several moments, his eyebrow twitching occasionally along with the corner of his mouth. "Did you seriously not know that they made long sleeved shirts for us, too?" He said it in a disbelieving tone, as if he really expected me to know everything about the project in the less than a month that I've been here.
"Nope," I responded simply with a small smile playing at the corner of my lips as I released his sleeve, crossing my arms over the table and resting my chin on them. "I only ever see tank-tops, spaghetti straps, or wife-beaters," I shrugged.
Italy furrowed her brows for a moment. "Aren't tank-tops and wife-beaters the same damn thing?" She asked, glancing between Germany and myself.
It was Germany's and my turn to look at each other and shrug. "Whatever. You know what I mean," I replied with a chuckle, shaking my head from side to side with a small smile on my face.
Italy chuckled, clapping me on the shoulder. "I'll get you a couple. Just give it a day or two. Usually, they order everything when the day comes around for the new recruits to come aboard. But, you were a bit of a surprise to us all," Italy said, taking her water in her hands once again. I couldn't help but notice the subtle shaking as she lifted the bottle to her lips.
"You make it sound like she was the illegal child of one of the marines," Germany laughed with a playful wink in her direction, followed by a sharp kick by Italy under the table, the toes of her foot connecting with his knee cap in a… satisfying crunch that left him doubling over the table with his hands clutching his knee.
"There's a specific day when recruits come in?" I questioned, throwing a smile at Germany who returned it with a glare, but couldn't hide a smile playing at his lips.
Italy nodded, shifting in her seat to get a better look at me. "Yeah. Once every year or so we get a bunch of new marines and crew members. Maybe with one or two people qualified to become Freelancers. Usually," She looked me up and down once before dragging her eyes back to my face. "they only arrive on that selected day so we're prepped for an arrival to get them everything they need and such. That usually gives us time to clean their room, if they're not taking someone else's old room,"
I blinked, not respond for a moment. They took my silence as an okay to go on. "Italy, Russia, and I came in the same group, followed by Aussie the next year. Alpha company Freelancers are the older ones, well in the time that they've been here. You and…" his brow twitched in an irratated manor, "Tex were the most recent ones to come aboard without us knowing in advance. He seemed to be expecting you sometime or another, though," Germany said, studying my face.
I thought for a moment before shrugging. "He was at my graduation, I think. I remember him being there, at least,"
"December, right?" Italy asked, taking yet another drink.
I cocked my head to the side slightly, "Hmm?"
"When you graduated," She clearified.
After a moment, I nodded, more to myself than her. "Yeah. December,"
"He took off, then. Was gone for a few days. Said it was business. Could have been there," Germany said just as Italy opened her mouth to respond. He gave her a triumphant smile. They shared another look, back at me, then Germany pushed himself from the table and walked towards the front of the mess hall.
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A/n: Yey! Late upload. Haha, perfect considering I though I was going to miss this week as well. Well, guys, that's what happens to me when I get fired… well, 'fired'. I get to go back to my job in the Fall! Yey! Sorry, tad bit in love with my job… And I'm broke now, so that's another minus…
OFF THAT TOPIC!
Sorry for that week without updating! Losing my job really hit me hard, not to mention I spent basically every day out of the house. That was the first time I've touched alcohol in a long time… Goddamn.
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
Yeah, probably gonna hit the bottle tonight. What? Gotta keep up the Irish stereotype, right? I'm kidding. I try to stay away from the alcohol most days. XD
Kids, don't follow my example. Please don't. XD
I'm off my game today, can you tell?
Well. Look at that rambling mess of an authors note. Nope. You're gonna stick with it. I'm to tired to go back and edit it.
AT LEAST YOU GOT AN UPDATE! IT WAS GOING TO DIRVE ME INSANE IF I COULDN'T GET AT LEAST ONE CHAPTER OUT!
-Seeks
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