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Post by Hungary on Jul 2, 2010 18:42:30 GMT 2
Hungary & Poland It was a lovely day, albeit quite boring. The young woman was currently located on a bench, in the midst of a beautiful garden. She would smile as she watched her little Piplup running around and basking in the sunlight. She was leaving him out more and more. She assumed it to be because she was simply lonely…She had not run into any of the other nations since the start of her journey. It was a little disheartening and she found herself wondering if they even survived. A pang of sadness would hit her as she thought of never seeing Austria, Italy or even Prussia again. She hated the thought of living on without any of them by her side…they meant so much to her, even if she hated to admit that it was the case concerning Prussia. Sighing heavily at the deep thoughts, she would move over to pick up Levi. “What do you say you and I check out that department store everyone is buzzing about? I’ll buy you some treats.” Levi would snuggle into the somewhat forlorn woman, realizing enough that this was an attempt to cheer herself up and appear as though she was strong. Levi knew better though. While Hungary seemed strong on the outside, she had her moments of weakness. Everyone did after all. So of course, he would humor her and try to cheer her up the best of his abilities!At the sign of approval, a small smile would grace her lips and she would turn her attention to the department store up ahead. “Well then, let us go.” With that said, the Hungarian woman would start off in the direction of the store in long graceful strides. Perhaps all she needed was a good meal and then she would be back to her cheerful self in no time. She just had to remain optimistic and continue to think that she would run into other nations!
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Post by Poland on Jul 4, 2010 20:13:24 GMT 2
This department store was awesome.
It was the largest one Poland had seen in any of the towns since the meteorite hit. He was starting to suspect that it had wiped out all means of shopping apart from those weird little blue shops that were in every town he went to until he had arrived here.
When he had first arrived there 3 hours ago, he had spent five minutes just gaping at the outside of the department store. It was so big, and so pretty, and so unlike anything else he had seen so far that he couldn't help but just look at it. To be honest, he probably would have stood there longer had Pippy not started nudging at his cheek from her position on his shoulder, telling him to get a move on.
First, they had checked out the food. Pippy had seemed to like the green little squares the best, so Poland had bought a few of them. They progressed through the pokeballs and items without much interest, only pausing briefly to look at things that looked pretty before moving on.
Then, on the third floor, they found the clothing department, and he was completely entranced.
Because it wasn't a clothing department for humans, oh no. This was a clothing department for pokemon.
Before the meteor had hit, Poland had always thought it stupidly cute that people dressed up their dogs. However, he only had a pony who was too big to dress up and he didn't think Germany would appreciate him stealing his dogs, so he had never gotten the chance to do anything like that.
Now, though, he was going to.
For the past 2 hours, Poland and Pippy had been sat on the floor in the middle of the pokemon clothing department, ribbons strewn around them and getting various dirty looks from other customers and employees at the shop.
Let them stare, Poland thought. They're just jealous their pokemon isn't as cool as mine.
Currently, Pippy was wearing a pink ribbon on her head and a little blue skirt. She had her head cocked to the side quite cutely and Poland kinda wanted to take a picture.
"So, like, what do you think, Pippy?" He asked the little Piplup. "Are we sticking with this one, or shall we, like, try some more on?"
Pippy chirped.
"I like this, too. C'mon," He held out his arm to the little creature. "Let's go, like, pay. And maybe we can get some more food. You, like, ate all the ones we had before."
Pippy chirped again and Poland chuckled, and after paying for the items, started off once again towards the food court.
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Post by Hungary on Aug 18, 2010 2:52:31 GMT 2
Hungary was just a bit overwhelmed as she entered the large store. She honestly had absolutely no idea where to start. The whole thing spanned several floors, each specializing in a certain area. The question was, where did they want to start? She was a bit hungry, but it was not quite dinnertime yet, and if they ate now, they probably would just get hungry again later.
“Oh! Here we go! Come on, Levi.” She would call for her pokemon, motioning for the little Piplup to follow her over to a map she spied. This would definitely help her make up her mind. “Hmm…let’s see…” She would mumble to herself, a small hand reaching up to point to the different things.
Battle supplies? She was good on those. Pokemon toys? That sounded fun, but it wasn’t something she was currently in need of. Fishing supplies? Well, that sounded like something fun to do in the future. Something to check out on the way out. Food court? Ah, she decided to wait. Pokemon clothes? That one sounded like a winner.
She would turn to pick up Levi and beamed down at him. “Let’s get you something nice to wear for a contest. I’ve always wanted to enter one. What do you think?”
The Piplup looked up at her curiously, but pip’d it’s approval. He didn’t mind showing off and that’s essentially what these contests were right?
“Well then…” With that said, she made her way to the elevator and selected the third floor in some excitement. She had always enjoyed dressing people up. Italy especially. It wouldn’t be too different with Levi.
Upon arrival, she eagerly stepped out and glanced around with excited verdant eyes. Where to start, where to start. The shades of green looked nice, but perhaps she should take her Piplup’s color into account and start with blue’s or other neutral colors.
In her excitement, she ended up bumping into quite a familiar face. “A-Ah! Excuse me, I did not mean t…Poland? Poland, is that you?” Could it be? Or was it simply someone with an uncanny resemblance? No, that definitely had to be him…Rather, she wanted it to be more than anything.
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