Night Shift (Scouts Only)

[Czech Republic]

((Okay first off sorry peoples but the scouts need an rp thread! and also though there are only three of us it only makes this easier! And finally...sorry for the title...I really suck at em...So Belle...Romano lets get to Rolplaying!)

Czech Republic immediatly opened her eyes when her small alarm went off right beside her face. She slammed her hand down over it at once shutting up the annoying repitious ringing allowing her to stare up at the bunk that was above her blinking her blue eyes to wake herself up more. Stretching she sat up swung her legs over the side of the bed she looked to one of the windows seeing that the sun was beginning to down confirming that it was time to get up, get ready and head up to the Scouting Tower. There were only three scouts currently in homebase Czech being one of them and since there weren't enough Scouts to go around she had to often do the nightshift as well as dayshift all at once if Belgium or Romano were absent. She didn't mind this though, she was very good at managing her time and could go without sleep for maybe a day or two and now having her rest she was ready and willing to get on with her search for Zombie intruders.

After she fixed herself up in a warm jacket and wrapped her blue scard around her neck, she climbed up to the tower just as the darkness of night began to come over the Canadian sky and the brisk night air nipped at her rosey red cheeks which only enhanced their color. Her eyes adjusted to lack of light looking over the area very carefully.

From the tower you could see almost everything...you could see the entire plains while also catching glimpse of Canada's old captial off in the distance. Her sharp ears picked up the snarling of the Zombies below knowing very well that they were out there...no question about that. It was all a matter of when they would get bold and strike the home base. Everyone dreaded and feared of that day that would come...everyone in the base wouldn't admit it but they knew it would only be a matter of time before the Zombies decided to look for their so desired flesh within the base which would make their safe haven no longer safe.

Shaking her head of such bitter and terrifying thoughts Czech just gazed off listening to the wind carry the Zombie's voices...they were so eerie and made her blood run cold every time. It was at times like this she wanted a companion.

[Romano]

The sun had finally gone down in the sky, and that could only mean one thing. Well, actually it could mean many different things, but it could only mean one thing for Romano. It meant he had to trudge all the way up to the scouting tower and stand on guard for a zombie attack. It meant that he had to actually get up and go do something halfway productive. It also meant that he had to socialize with other people. That last reason he hated the most, because he didn't mind standing on guard and working too much, but meeting new people had always made him nervous. Would they like him? Would he say something stupid and ruin his chances of ever getting on their good side? Or something even worse might happen, he might already know the person or people which would be on guard with him, and they might already know that they dislike his company. Well, whatever the case, he knew that he had to get moving along or he would get yelled at for being late.

First he had to make a quick stop at his bunk to get something warmer to wear, and his weapons just in case something did happen. He was not looking forward to going outside into the Canadian weather, even though it was spring and spring was usually warm. After putting on a thick coat, Romano walked slowly over to the ladder leading up to roof. With a sigh, he started climbing up the ladder, bracing himself for the cold wind he knew would be coming.

When he had completely ascended the ladder, he looked around for any other living thing that might be there on scouting duties as well. Sure enough, he spotted another person not too far from where he was currently standing. He might as well go and greet them, it's not like he was going anywhere for a good long while.

Stuffing his freezing cold hands into his pockets, he walked close to the girl on the roof with him and said "Buona sera. (Good evening)".

[Czech Republic]

Being distracted by the echoing cries of the undead Czech had not heard the boots approaching her from behind. So much so that when they made themselves known she nearly flew out of her skin in surprise. Without warning she drew out a knife holding up in a threatening motion but come to a sudden pause when she saw who it was.

She knew Romano very well maybe not on a personal level but knew him none the less. She knew him as the man who had defended her during WWII...It was during a time when had been struggling and Germany had been espcially hard on her when suddenly this little Italian appeared from no where and told him to back off. Now though his words were words only it was a small shred of kindness that she had despartly needed at that time...since then she had found a form of admiration and developed a small crush on him thinking that despite his weakness layed a kind heart.

Her eyes took him in then saw the hand that had grabbed his coat, and then stole a long look to her knife. She pulled away blushing a deep shade of read as she placed the knife back in its sheath.

"Ro--Romano!" SHe cried in what seemed like a mix of horror, shock and delight. She gave a nervous and shy laugh looking very embaressed.

"I--I'm sorry...force of habit!"

[Romano]

Romano had expected the person in front of him to simply turn around and say hello back to him. He had expected to find a friendly new face that he might talk to. He expected a nice sweet little girl. The last thing he expected to find was a knife very near cutting open his throat, and by a girl no less! "You call THAT a force of habit? Where the hell were you raised? Mongolia?" yelled Romano in frustration.

He couldn't believe that he could have been overthrown by a girl. Well, of course he hadn't been expecting an attack, and so that must have been the reason why she had gone through his defenses so easily. At least, that's what he told himself. There was no other plausible explanation. After he had calmed down a bit, and straightened out his coat, he continued "It doesn't matter anyway, because I could have taken you on even without any weapons."

The Italian looked over the girl standing in front of him, and she seemed very familiar. However, he couldn't quite put a name to her. She seemed to know him, seeing as she had called out his name after she had realized he wasn't a zombie, but from where did she know him?

"You seem very familiar, do I know you?" asked Romano with a puzzled look on his face.

[Czech Republic]

"Actually I was raised by Bohemia." She said as a matter of factly with great pride in her words. The once great and powerful nation known as Bohemia was mother to Czech Republic...the warrior queen who was sly as she was dangerously beautiful. Who was the nation's father? It was still an ongoing debate if it was Sir Roman Empire or Lord Germania...still both of them were proud strong nations which would have contributed to her strength and pride.

Czech was relieved when she was pardoned but had to shove a hand over her mouth to stiffle giggles at his comment about taking her out. There was no way in hell that Romano could take out someone as strong as Czech Republic...Even Austria and Hungary had a run for their money when they attempted to take her down during the 30 years war. She knew this and she had a feeling that Romano did too. "Sure you could." She said politely giving him a rahter playful punch in the arm which was using a little more strength than really needed.

The nation's face suddenly turned red when she was asked if he knew her. Well this was rather embarressing...and she thought that they were friends...well maybe more with his little brother than with him. "I'm um...Czech Republic..." She said looking very shy and very awkward all at once not sure what else to say to a situation like this...well it wasn't the first time little Czech was forgotten...

((Czech-Italian relationships are vague in the past but in present time they are very close...the Italian culture sort of merging with the Czechs...))