Das Land der Musik

Independent muti-verse and multi-ship rp blog for aph Austria. Please read the guidelines before roleplaying with me. This blog may contain NSFW material Tracking: daslanddermusik Status: Offline

[daslanddermusik]

♫ I apologize for the inactivity recently. I was planning on coming back when I got at least more than 2hrs of sleep, but that has yet to happen. Hopefully tonight it will *crosses fingers* Anyway, tomorrow I hope to get replies and greeters out. Again, sorry, and I’m not dead...

[allthegoodnamesaretaken27-deact]

*watching the sunset as they walked, always having enjoyed its view. Looks up at Roderich when he spoke to her* I’ll be alright *despite being a bit cold but not wanting to worry him* it has already gotten a bit warmer now that it is spring *smiling* plus it will not be too much longer till we reach the car

[daslanddermusik]

Roderich had been around Elizaveta long enough to know how selfless she tended to be while he, being a gentleman, shrugged off his blue coat to wrap around her shoulders. “Even if it has gotten a bit warmer, it is still cold.” He offered a small smile, “I wouldn’t want the driver catching a cold now.” 

[bonneforthatbonnebutt-blog]

//Hello, just wanted to ask if you'd mind if I sent you a "dare" for your meme, or if you'd rather me write up a greeting for you... or you could not want to rp at all, and that's okay too.

No, I’d love to the the dare and to rp with you)) 

Send me “Dare!” and I’ll generate a dare for my muse to do. (numbers are 1-30)

23: Lick a toilet seat

Francis looked at Roderich for a second, blinking. Of all the people in the world to dare him to do this, he was the last one on his list. Francis still stood up and walked into the bathroom though, at least it was clean, right? He knelt down in front of the toilet, giving one quick glance back to Roderich, hoping he would change his mind. When he didn’t, Francis sighed and slowly dragged his tongue over the while seat, grimacing. Afterwords, he stood and turned to Roderich. “Why would you ever make someone do that?” He asked. 

 daslanddermusik

[bonneforthatbonnebutt-blog]

Francis took a moment to stop laughing and looked at Roderich. “To be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to actually do it.” He admitted before nodding. “Yes, we are even now. Unless you want me to do something else and keep this little game going. It is rather fun, don’t you think?” He wasn’t sure what, if anything, Roderich had that could be just as stupid as what he had just done. It did make him curious to see what the other could think up though.  

[daslanddermusik]

As childish as this little game was that they had somehow started, Roderich had to admit it was quite fun. Although what he would make Francis do he wasn’t sure. A list of things came to mind. Some absolutely ridiculous, and other’s a little too extreme. “Would you like to continue? You’re not afraid of what I could dare you to do?” 

[germanyakaludwig]

Ludwig looked up from his book. “it’s something that helps you find your vay home since you alvays get lost” He sighed. “just do vat it says und you’ll be fine.” He glances at the male before going back to his book. How can the male not know about a GPS.

[daslanddermusik]

“But what if what it tells me to do is incorrect?” Roderich fussed, looking, or more so glaring at the digital screen. A myriad of buttons popped up upon the screen, asking him or giving him options he didn't quite understand. “Ludwig, I don’t like it.” Roderich state clearly, and set the machine down with a sense of finality. “Take it back wherever you got it.” 

[daslanddermusik]

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[wxllaby-blog]

        “Aw, well it’s not that bad…I guess the key is makin’ sure that you’re hydrated. Also jus’ bein’ in the sun more often lets ya get used to the heat..if it makes you feel any better, I really hate the cold.“

[daslanddermusik]

“Do you? Speaking of cold, is there a conditioned room we may rest in? I’m not very fond of the sun.” ‘Or being outside for that matter.’ 

[maygodhavemercyonme]

Don’t yell! You’re scaring the poor thing! *huffs and starts cooing at the pigeon to come over*

*actually gets the bird to come to him* *but now he’s sitting on his head*

*clears his throat* Now, how can I help you? *gives him a polite smile*

[daslanddermusik]

*Looks upon the scene rather unimpressed, and straightens out his jacket from the few wrinkles he got from his sudden movements*

Yes, you spoke to me about a new musical theory book you had. ‘Or else I wouldn’t have come otherwise.’  And here, *pulls out handkerchief* you have a little something on your face. 

[uendeligtnat-archive-blog]

daslanddermusik

“Are ya sure ya should be carryin’ that much stuff? Looks kinda dangerous.”

[daslanddermusik]

“I should be fine, danke very much.” ‘And if you were so concerned, you’d offer to help, fool.’ 

[liachtaschta]

She manages a small smile. “I think despite the weather a cup of tea is always welcomed.” It wasn’t as if she didn’t like the warmth that the drink brought her in the winter, she had always adored that — it was that the drink, it often calmed her nerves should she be unsettled.

Even so she knew it was out of politeness that he gave her a variety of drinks to choose from despite that her preferences rarely changed even with the years. One might even consider it a bit boring but she quite liked the choices that she had made.

[daslanddermusik]

“Tea? Very well. I will prepare a pot for you in a moment. Please, follow me.” Roderich went to guide her through his home and into the kitchen. Though he was sure the other could find her way through his home without his help. Either way, it was a polite thing to do.

“May I ask what brought you to Vienna?” Roderich inquired as he set a pot upon the stove to boil. Ludmila didn’t frequent often, and when she did, it was usually on her way back from something. 

[ichunwerde]

“Oh my God. Mausi. I think you could safely assume it’s the one that says GOOGLE MAPS on it—”

There’s a loud thud and the distant sound of far away cursing before a brief bout of static crackles over the line and Gilbert’s voice becomes audible again.

“Right, yes, so. Apparently the shock of discovering that Herr High and Mighty is illiterate caused me to drop my phone.”

Another long pause, this one blessedly more silent, stretched out.

“…so…what? You need me to pick you up or something?”

[daslanddermusik]

“I don’t remember seeing--” Pauses at the sudden commotion “Gilbert?” ‘Please tell me I did not loose you.’ 

Scoffs, “Are you quite finished?”

‘Gott, what ever made me think to call you...’ 

“Even if you could pick me up, I wouldn’t be able to give you the address. I don’t know... I thought you could do something with the internet.” ‘Herr, I know everything because I’m awesome.’  

[ichunwerde]

“You know, for a country that prides itself on free wifi but paid public restrooms, I’m a little disappointed, Mausi. I’m pretty sure we taught you to use the Google Maps app on your phone.”

[daslanddermusik]

“Google maps app... Which app is that again?” Roderich could not help but sigh for he was completely hopeless when it came to technology. All he wanted to do was make a quick stop at the super for some more sugar, only to find himself in the middle of no where. 

[daslanddermusik]

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arbeitadelt

          “Gilbert...?” 

                    ‘You are the last person I’d call but I’m desperate... 

                    really desperate and though you are most likely going 

                    to laugh, and tease me...’ 

          “I believe I’m lost.” 

[daslanddermusik]

+2

immortally-awesome prussiathegreat

          “Is it necessary to break all my locks? 

          This would be the fourth one this month

          that you’ve broken. There are such things

          like the front door, or even knocking for that

          matter.”

[daslanddermusik]

+2

germanyakaludwig ludwigleverkuhn

          “As thoughtful as your gift is, I’m afraid 

          I don’t know how to utilize it. What does 

          G.P.S. stand for? Why does it keep on 

          telling me to go left when I should go right?” 

                    ‘Or more importantly, why won’t it ever shut up?’ 

[daslanddermusik]

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novoiceorsound mortesan

          “Hallo, I do apologize for the intrusion. 

          I was in town, and thought I might stop 

          by to say hello. It has been some time 

          since we saw each other last.” 

[daslanddermusik]

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wxllaby

                    ‘Mein gott, it’s hot!’ 

         “Is it always this warm down here?” 

                   ‘How on Earth do you survive?’ 

[ungebrochen-schicksal-blog]

Ludwig was just coming back from the park, looking tired but less tense… Until he saw Austria knocking on his door with an impatient look on his face; of course, the other nation dimmed his time more important than his, since he didn’t mind making Ludwig wait for hours before finally showing up more than just fashionably late. Rubbing his hand over his face, he gave a silent sign to his German Shepard and the animal stayed put, ears up and alert; he rubbed the dog’s head before approaching the other nation.

“Roderich.” He said as a greeting, eyes zeroing into the other nation’s hands, his mood both lifted and deflated. “Are those the forms I asked you to fill a month ago?”

He sighed; deep down, he knew Austria was the closest to family he had, aside from Prussia. He knew that he ought the other nation some form of respect from the time he practically raised him up; even so, he also thought he already paid that with more than enough charity. He wished he didn’t feel half as guilty as he felt about Anschluss and how he dragged Austria into that mess that put him into a wheelchair for a period of time, it made him incredible weak against Roderich and as result, it made dealing with the other nation something of like giving up to demanding and controlling parents.

“You must be tired from the trip.” He relented. “Please come in, I make you tea.” 

He opened the door then, whistling to his dog to come in too, taking out his leash and putting it on the hanger; he looked back to Austria, noticing he at the very least look healthy, Europe was in crisis but Germany was as strong as ever, and Austria, being so tied to him, sometimes fainted when Ludwig was going through a rough economic phase. 

[daslanddermusik]

“Was it a month ago?” Roderich feigned innocence, but really, he didn’t think it was a month. A few weeks, yes, but not a month. Or had it really been a month, and he had just lost track of time again? Being as old as he was, and living as long as he had, days seemed to go by like seconds sometimes. One day blended into another until eventually one week would pass by all together like a single afternoon.

Nonetheless, Roderich nodded, the corners of his lips weighed down slightly by the other’s nearly exasperated or perhaps tired tone. ‘Don’t get short with me, young man. I partially raised you.’ “Ja, these are the papers you left on my desk last time you visited. I apologize for arriving a little later than planned. I hope I did not keep you waiting for long.” 

Truthfully, the time in which Roderich had left his home, had he been a normal person with a normal sense of direction, he would have made it exactly on time -- give or take a few minutes. Unfortunately, his sense of direction was... nonexistent at times, though he figured Ludwig had known him long enough to know Roderich would lose his way.

“Yes, danke. That would be lovely.” ‘Since I was kind enough to make this trip.’ It would have been much easier if Ludwig had come to him, but Roderich figured that since Ludwig had made the journey to his place first, then Roderich should return the favor. Verdammt his propriety at times. Even so, he followed after Ludwig, making sure to avoid his dog as he came in. It wouldn’t do to get dog hair on his blue coat. It would stick out like a sore thumb, and be quite a nuisance to get rid of.

Inside, deft fingers made quick work of the buttons of his coat as he slipped it off, and hung it by the door. He then made his way over to Ludwig’s kitchen with papers at hand, and sat down at the table. He knew Ludwig’s home very well, surprisingly. Sometimes he knew it better than his own for reasons behind him, but he wouldn’t dwell upon the subject for long. He set the stack of papers on the table, and glanced up at the German with an almost critical look. 

“You seem tired. I hope you’ve been getting enough sleep lately.” He knew Europe was rather in a crisis with all, if not most countries looking to Germany for help. The stress must be near unbearable, but even so, Ludwig could not get sick now. As soon as he had as much as a stuffy nose, Roderich would be bed ridden for a week with a high fever and chills. 

[mechanicemotions-blog]

From the looks of it, the man had more than enough music sheets on him. She only had a brief chance to see the title of it before she was walking back to him. At least no other papers flew past it, it’d be unfortunate to lose music like that. “Not a problem.” she began, green eyes looking back at him. 

“It’s alright, really. I managed to stop it with my face.” Alice continued. Her hand returning to the strap of her purse. “Too windy for my taste honestly, not much to do about it. Mind me asking what music you’re playing?” May as well ask, not like she had to be at anywhere important. 

[daslanddermusik]

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry.” Roderich bit the inside of his cheek to keep from imagining that image. Had their roles been reversed, he might have been a little annoyed, but she seemed to not mind in the least. 

“Hm, unfortunately.” He hummed in agreement about the wind while placing the sheet she had just given him back in its order. When she asked what he was playing, a dark brow rose in slight surprise. 

“Nocturne, Op. 9, all three sets.” He answered before asking, “Do you play an instrument?” Yes, many still played instruments, but not as many anymore. Playing an instrument used to be more meaningful in the times before the radio. Now everyone just listens to rock, and pop -- all songs using the same four cords in standard time.