Okay, I usually don’t watch Hetalia anime, but let me guess.
Is that Russia standing in a puddle of his own fucking blood and low-key complaining about Stalin to America who looks at him with a hidden mix of admiration and pity, like, ‘Dude that’s crazy, how is he even your boss?’, and other nations off-screen are creeped out by: 1) Russia and all that blood 2) the fact that America is the only one who isn’t creeped out by Russia and all that blood, jesus fucking christ, are they both out of their minds
Vladimir noted the whistfulness in Al’s voice as he admitted his want for a candle. He quickly picked up what the man was previously smelling: Cowboy Casanova. The scent was strong and manly, smelling of booze and fresh air. It was an interesting candle indeed.
“O-Oh. Well, I hear she’s into it. Not to mention, she’s constantly trying to set up the old man with some new guy every odd week.” He laughed. “She may just be into it. Or if not, it’s still a great joke.” He grinned.
“How have you done in your shopping?” The shorter blonde asked as he took his things to the counter to pay. “I trust it went well?”
“Who’s this old man?“ Whoever it was probably had nothing to do with him; he only asked because he wanted to know but wouldn’t keel over whining if nobody told him. Immature habits like those remained long-forgotten in his childhood. Another scent (’Birthday Cake’) soon grabbed his attention, and he was back to smelling candles again.
“Yeah, I’m done. It was alright.” Still holding a candle up to his face, Alfred followed Vladimir to the check-out. It was decided after his guest had paid for his selection that he was going to buy the Birthday Cake candle. “I mostly order stuff online though. ‘S easier to me.”
Vlad laughed as the candles were wrapped in small boxes and handed to him. “Oh! The old man is Austria. It’s what I like to call him, since he’s so….” he shrugged. “Old..”
“I suppose mail order is easier, but what is the fun in that? I love going to explore shops! You meet such interesting people~!” He smiled at the lady at the counter wearing two different nose rings. “Good day madam~!” He waved to her as he stood aside, waiting for the blonde to pay.
“I could live in this place, so long as I didn’t get a headache. It’s like a candle library!!”
Vlad stopped mid sniff in an apple caramel candle. His eyes dulled. “Oh NO.” He groaned. “The only things I really know about her is that she likes to smack me around and she looks good in green.” He shrugged. “Maybe a candle will make her smile? Oh! She loves stupid hair Austria….” he laughed. “Maybe something will smell like him?”
The eccentric began to wander the store, searching for something that smelled like the grouchy pianist.
“OOH! Hey! Look at this one!” He yelled from across the room, waving his hands as he held up a yellow candle. “It smells like pastries and old person.” He was grinning. “This will be for her… and I already bought her a subscription to a gay American pornographic site..” he giggled. “She has to continue to pay for it, but this month is on me!”
Alfred was too distracted by the scent of something tropical, only looking up from a cream-colored candle when Vladimir raised his voice. Barely anybody knew about his fondness for scented candles; he was so intrigued by some scents such as ‘Freshly Filed Divorce Papers’ and ‘Juicy Passion Fruit’ that he spent approximately ten minutes at Yankee Candle every time he visited the mall. “I’d smile if someone got me a candle.” he admitted, placing the object in his hands back onto the shelf.
Amusement shone in his eyes. “How bold of you. Did you buy her the subscription as a joke, or is she into that type of stuff?” He wasn’t going to judge either way. “‘Pastries and old person’.” … “Huh. That reminds me of Arthur.”
Vladimir noted the whistfulness in Al’s voice as he admitted his want for a candle. He quickly picked up what the man was previously smelling: Cowboy Casanova. The scent was strong and manly, smelling of booze and fresh air. It was an interesting candle indeed.
“O-Oh. Well, I hear she’s into it. Not to mention, she’s constantly trying to set up the old man with some new guy every odd week.” He laughed. “She may just be into it. Or if not, it’s still a great joke.” He grinned.
“How have you done in your shopping?” The shorter blonde asked as he took his things to the counter to pay. “I trust it went well?”
