Post by Austria on May 13, 2013 12:15:01 GMT -5
Having only recently arrived back from Europe, Austria had been subjected to numerous questions and checks. Eventually, he had been given his personal bag back (a drawstring back filled with important items such as a toothbrush and a few personal items) and his clothing thrown into the laundry. Bar the clothing he was wearing.
After some time, he had managed to convince England that he was not going to turn into a zombie anytime soon (there had been surprisingly few between landing and arriving - he could only hope that this did not mean they were occupied with attacking somebody), and also to give him the information as to which bunk was his. Once again, it had changed, although the minuteman had been called away before he said whom it was Austria was sharing with.
As such, he was currently sorting through the items he had bought with him. There was some manuscript paper, the mentioned toothbrush and associated wash kit, a few books (more of which were on anatomy and chemical science than he would have liked, but where things must be, they will be), a handful of pens, a locked wooden box, a spare pair of glasses and a change of shoes. He sat on the lower bunk as he did so, tucking the box and the shoes underneath it. Austria hoped that the bottom bunk would be his - no objection would be made if it were not, but he was not fond of ladders. He almost gave a dry laugh at the idea - why on earth anyone thought that he, physically weaker than many nation and disliking ladders, was considered an asset. Then again, he could not really see Italy or America doing much thinking.
He slipped off the pair of shoes he was actually wearing, tucking them under the bed and putting the wash kit to one side. He as contemplating a nap, although decided that refreshing himself on human biology was possibly a better use of his time. After all, he was expected to be down in the lab after whichever meal was next.
He looked as though he was studying hard, although really just flicking through the pages; there was nothing overly helpful in the book, but it was distracting enough that he was not paying attention to the distant muttering of people. His mind briefly wondered who his bunk mate would be, although the information was not really of consequence. As long as it is not Prussia his mind supplied as he skimmed over the elaborate diagram of a heart.
After some time, he had managed to convince England that he was not going to turn into a zombie anytime soon (there had been surprisingly few between landing and arriving - he could only hope that this did not mean they were occupied with attacking somebody), and also to give him the information as to which bunk was his. Once again, it had changed, although the minuteman had been called away before he said whom it was Austria was sharing with.
As such, he was currently sorting through the items he had bought with him. There was some manuscript paper, the mentioned toothbrush and associated wash kit, a few books (more of which were on anatomy and chemical science than he would have liked, but where things must be, they will be), a handful of pens, a locked wooden box, a spare pair of glasses and a change of shoes. He sat on the lower bunk as he did so, tucking the box and the shoes underneath it. Austria hoped that the bottom bunk would be his - no objection would be made if it were not, but he was not fond of ladders. He almost gave a dry laugh at the idea - why on earth anyone thought that he, physically weaker than many nation and disliking ladders, was considered an asset. Then again, he could not really see Italy or America doing much thinking.
He slipped off the pair of shoes he was actually wearing, tucking them under the bed and putting the wash kit to one side. He as contemplating a nap, although decided that refreshing himself on human biology was possibly a better use of his time. After all, he was expected to be down in the lab after whichever meal was next.
He looked as though he was studying hard, although really just flicking through the pages; there was nothing overly helpful in the book, but it was distracting enough that he was not paying attention to the distant muttering of people. His mind briefly wondered who his bunk mate would be, although the information was not really of consequence. As long as it is not Prussia his mind supplied as he skimmed over the elaborate diagram of a heart.
