Morning bird songs

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px; background-color:#000000; border:8px #C8C8C8 solid; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #FFFFFF, bTable][cs=2][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:30px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:-1px 0 #666666, 0 1px #666666, 1px 0 #666666, 0 -1px #666666; margin-top:-30px; letter-spacing:-3.0;]they'll be the wrong ones you can bet .[/STYLE]
[STYLE=border:3px #666666 solid; background-image:url(http://i1021.photobucket.com/albums/af335/Star_The_Dark_Devil/19.gif); width:100px; height:100px; margin-top:10px; margin-left:5px;][/style] [STYLE=border:3px #666666 solid; background-image:url(http://i1021.photobucket.com/albums/af335/Star_The_Dark_Devil/19.gif); width:100px; height:100px; margin-top:5px; margin-left:5px;][/style] [STYLE=border:3px #666666 solid; background-image:url(http://i1021.photobucket.com/albums/af335/Star_The_Dark_Devil/19.gif); width:100px; height:100px; margin-top:5px; margin-left:5px;][/style]	[STYLE=font-family:courier; font-size:10px; text-align:center; color:#FFFFFF; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:3.5; margin-top:-5px;]i don't know why you hide your face cause i'm coming for your neck[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; font-family:helvetica; text-align:center; color:#C8C8C8; background-color:#666666; opacity:0.7; margin-right:3px;]0447 Thread open April 2009 no notes[/style] [STYLE=overflow:auto; width:300px; height:250px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:helvetica; padding:5px; color:#666666; margin-top:-5px;] The day before the sky had opened up and poured thousands of drops of rain all over the German City. Drowning the streets and leaving puddles of water for the next morning. Sure it was still wet outside that morning, but the sun was out and a certain city hadn't been able to keep herself inside a day longer. With the crazy spring weather she couldn't take it another second longer. So with boots now partly covered in sand she sat on a swing in the middle of the park. It was empty so early in the morning. The most she ever saw was an early morning jogger to tired to say hello or busy people heading to their jobs. So in the middle of this park nobody would really notice in this early morning light a young woman sitting in her old war uniform with dark circles under her eyes. With thunderstorms and nightmares sleep had been mostly out of the question. Hettie was tired and should be sleeping but another second inside her house would have driven her up a wall and calling people who didn't want to listen to her complain. So instead she ended up at the park. Her dusty old green uniform seemed comfortable enough and she had slipped it on. Maybe it was a little nostalgic to be wearing the uniform from the first world war. She had always liked them better though, even with their bloody past. It was her favorite and she found it the most comfortable of her many uniforms. Though she hated wearing uniforms period, this was the one she had the least issues with wearing. More or less she hated all her uniforms because they tied her with military. That was one of the few things she hated about being a city. She was tied to the military until she was gone from this earth. That's how it went though, she couldn't just not protect her people and her fellow Cities. Even Germany needed help and any German City would help, even her. Even his brother Prussia, though she wasn't his biggest fan, she would gladly rush to his side in a war. Hettie stuck her tongue out at the thought. How uncool would it be to get injured protecting that idiot. Whatever those are thoughts for another day. Hettie pushed her rolled up sleeves back up to above her elbow and pushed herself back before swinging forward. Her black boots just avoiding the ground so she wouldn't stop herself, and kick up sand. She closed her tired baby blues and just enjoyed the clean morning air as she swung back and forth on the swing. [/style]
[cs=2] [STYLE=color:#666666; font-family:helvetica; font-size:10px; text-align:center; margin-top:-10px;]song: twiztid credit: shiki @ ote[/style]

There was something particularly nice about days in the city, right after the rain had had it's way with the land - the puddles in the streets, cobbled floors polished to the point of sparkling - the sun seeming to glint more, the smell in the air of the elements, all working conjunctively; all of them having their way. They touched every sense - from sight, to smell, to feel as the sun's rays heated the watered Earth; it made for something of a pleasant morning, even when conditions hadn't been their best. And all the while, the water evaporated, back into the clouds, to become rain once more. The romanticism of a new day.

And it was for this purpose that he set himself out to find a city who, really, deserved some of his time. Munich didn't make a lot of noise, nor surrounded herself with him like Berlin did, but that didn't mean she escaped Ludwig's thoughts - though he couldn't deny she slipped from the forefront perhaps a little too often. She was one of his cities, it was his duty to take care of her, just as she would do, and had done, plenty of times for him. Loyalty.

Germany had chosen something military himself - his blue/grey air force administration uniform, complete with iron cross, and a matching hat, just in case the rain were to kick back up again - with a pair of black, leather gloves, setting off his belt and boots nicely. Having decided to walk in search of Hettie, he was taking in all of the different sights - he had to admit, she had plenty of rather breathtaking architecture, just like Berlin. It instilled a little extra pride in him - not all cities were quite as impressive, nor as stunning, as his were.

It took him some time to find her - she hadn't chosen to answer his communications so early, which could only mean she wasn't home. She wasn't in any official buildings, which could only mean she wasn't on business. It wasn't October, so it wasn't that kind of pleasure she was out for - and now he knew what, as he quietly walked up behind her. She wanted to sit quietly, watching the world travel her by, wearing the suit he hadn't seen dawned since the first great war. It was in very good shape for it's Ge, just like his own.

"Made to last," he said aloud. "Those uniforms. They were made to last - they still look good." Just like anything that his people made - it wasn't about just being the flavour of the month; everything was made to stand the test of time an object ever could - from cars, to clothes to even people; if it were German and suffered any form of failure in the early stages of existing, then it was a failed German product. Ludwig could never, in all his years upon this planet, pass something that was shoddy worksmanship. He would sooner send it back for proper modification.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px; background-color:#000000; border:8px #C8C8C8 solid; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #FFFFFF, bTable][cs=2][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:30px; color:#FFFFFF; text-shadow:-1px 0 #666666, 0 1px #666666, 1px 0 #666666, 0 -1px #666666; margin-top:-30px; letter-spacing:-3.0;]they'll be the wrong ones you can bet .[/STYLE]
[STYLE=border:3px #666666 solid; background-image:url(http://i1021.photobucket.com/albums/af335/Star_The_Dark_Devil/19.gif); width:100px; height:100px; margin-top:10px; margin-left:5px;][/style] [STYLE=border:3px #666666 solid; background-image:url(http://i1021.photobucket.com/albums/af335/Star_The_Dark_Devil/19.gif); width:100px; height:100px; margin-top:5px; margin-left:5px;][/style] [STYLE=border:3px #666666 solid; background-image:url(http://i1021.photobucket.com/albums/af335/Star_The_Dark_Devil/19.gif); width:100px; height:100px; margin-top:5px; margin-left:5px;][/style]	[STYLE=font-family:courier; font-size:10px; text-align:center; color:#FFFFFF; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:3.5; margin-top:-5px;]i don't know why you hide your face cause i'm coming for your neck[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; font-family:helvetica; text-align:center; color:#C8C8C8; background-color:#666666; opacity:0.7; margin-right:3px;]0583 Thread open April 2009 no notes[/style] [STYLE=overflow:auto; width:300px; height:250px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:helvetica; padding:5px; color:#666666; margin-top:-5px;] Hettie had a bad sense of time at such early hours. It was unusual for her to actually be up, so when she heard the gruff familiar voice of her country it shocked her into stopping the swing by digging her heels into the sand. Thus causing sand to fly back a few paces. She wasn't quite sure if her stomach dropped or if her heart jumped, and perhaps both happened. Not only had he snuck up behind her, but it was not usual for the city to hear the country's voice outside of work(something Munich rarely did.) She was for sure terrified he might notice how messy her hair was, or worse the constant dark circles under her eyes. Without heavy make-up on they would be plainly visible, and that's something she didn't want anybody really to see. Sure she could blame it on the heavy rain from the past few days, but she didn't know if her OCD Country would really believe that. He knew her better than that, because it's not that he ignored her, it was more or less she was just her. Hettie was a strange girl without many friends, so jealously came easy. More than that Germany knew her past, she was apart of his and vice versa. That's how being a city or country worked. No matter how head you tried, your past was intertwined with everybody else's in plain as hell ways. It was his words that more or less caught her attention though. "Made to last,those uniforms. They were made to last - they still look good." It was true her uniform still looked good, and it should. She took good care of it, it was her favorite. Besides that she barely wore these old things. " Uniforms were not her style, she liked jeans and an old t-shirt. What he said was also true though, everything made in Germany was made to last. From the cites to the people, it seemed nothing from this place would break. That was German quality for you. The simple thought made a soft smile grace her face as she flipped upside down on the swing her legs up in the air. Her round baby blues met upside-down light blue eyes as a grin lit up her tired face and a giggle gave life to the tired soul. "Yup, nothing in Germany breaks. Definitely not my favorite uniform either! It's the only one that doesn't itch." She laughed out. Though it was true when taken good care of the uniform was comfortable and didn't itch. In the trenches that was a different story with lice and mud, everything had sucked. Not enough food and getting shot at constantly was bad, and add to that she smelled horrible and so did everybody and everyone else. This was all a story for another time though. It was nice to see her Country outside of work, a personal visit wasn't unheard of, but she had expected him to be busy(Or with Italy.) You know daily work, messing with papers or keeping his brother out of trouble. She hadn't expected him to come see her, and to come out and personally find her seemed to be a treat. She was simply happy for nice company, sure Hettie looked like a mess. That was nothing new, and she must looked more ungroomed so near to the well-groomed German. That again was nothing new, but none the less she was simply happy. [/style]
[cs=2] [STYLE=color:#666666; font-family:helvetica; font-size:10px; text-align:center; margin-top:-10px;]song: twiztid credit: shiki @ ote[/style]