Putzfimmel.

"A clean mouth and honest hand, will take a man through any land." - German Proverb An Independent APH+AU Roleplay Blog for the nation Germany ("Ludwig"); this blog will be based on canon, but also personal interpretation. Current Condition: Healthy Relationship Status: Disinterest. Magical Anon Status: Inactive. Tracking: putzfimmel Please read Important and About before interactions. AU coming soon!

[putz-fimmel]

[ I'm leaving in less than an hour! ]

[putz-fimmel]

[knocks on his door quietly with idle hopes that he hasn’t come at a bad time, but he had felt like visiting the other so here he is]

[kleinerxprinz-blog-deactivated2]

Hmm?

*hed better not mind the Austrian only in his underwear because Roderich gives -4 hecks about being seen only in his undergarments*

*unless it’s gilbert. But Gilbert also doesn’t knock.*

Come in, the door is open.

[putz-fimmel]

[though he's surprised by that, Ludwig simple walks inside even though he doesn't feel entirely comfortable doing so only to stop short of seeing the other man on the couch]

[his fist stays curled around the doorknob of the open door as he moves to speak]

Oh--did I come at a bad time, Roderich? I do not wish to disturb you if you're comfortable.

[putz-fimmel]

thelandofeng

princepsxfemina

nakedrussia

blauekornblume

[putz-fimmel]

[opens the door, already beginning to speak]

“Please, we would not like any more girl scout cookies—I apologize if that may be too blunt but I believe I have purchased more than enough packages of them today already.”

[thelandofeng-archive-deactivate]

…

Do I look like a bloody Girl Guide to you.

[putz-fimmel]

... My apologies England.

Would you like to come in?

[mechanikalspielzeug]

[putz-fimmel]

Perhaps they were simply civilians looking out for their own or they could’ve been simple thieves, but I do know that they will not be bothering me for a while at least.

[The affection surprised him, making his face heat and his stomach flip-flop as he stood there for a few moments. Gilbert did remind him of his own brother to an extent, so there could be nothing wrong with hugging him or at least that was what the blonde told himself as he returned the hug though it was a bit stiff. He was only used to hugging his brother after all.]

Oh. I apologize still then.

[mechanikalspielzeug]

They didn’t hurt you or nothin’, did they? I’m sorry, Ludwig. ‘Least folks don’t come out here so much.

Probably ‘cause of the Faeries.

-A hum, and the automaton nuzzled against his chest like a kitten in return for being held back. If Gilbert could he’d probably just smother everyone with affection… Poor Ludwig just so happened to be the center of attention at the moment. It was apparent he hadn’t been expecting guests.

The automaton was oblivious to the blush on the blond’s face, even as he glanced up at him.-

Breakfast?

[putz-fimmel]

No--I was able to subdue them before they did any damage.

Faeries? [He was immediately reminded of England and the time where he caught the blonde talking to his shoulder again and blanched. Yes, he believed that England was magically endowed, but faeries?] I - I see.

[The blush burned a bit darker when Gilbert nuzzled him for the second time, but he was fine. He was in control of his emotions. He was dealing with it. It was nice, in a way, this affection. Not unlike his brother, but also quite like him at the same time, just not this, well, intimate.]

If you would not mind, yes. I would like something, please.

[putz-fimmel]

Here, Gilly. c:

[putz-fimmel]

[Pay no attention to the winged Prussian watching from behind a tree][It's not actually good cover because the tree can't keep those massive wings of his hidden but he's a tad too shy to approach]

[He’s honestly just sitting outside on the patio at the wooden table, sipping from a tall glass of lemonade and enjoying the scenery of his backyard that leads to the hills. Of course, he’s noticed the wings and while he’s wary, he decided to speak.]

You are not so difficult to spot, Stranger.

[acrowsdreams]

[He gives a flustered squawk and digs his slightly lengthy nails into the bark of the tree. For a moment he does nothing, but after a long awkward silence he pokes his head a little further out. His bright red eyes betray his nervousness] I know, I-I’m, just not, so used to introducing myself. [He replies quietly]

[putz-fimmel]

[Ludwig blinked at the noise, idly reminded of something and peered curiosly into the face that had peeked out some. Those eyes were familiar--reminding him of Gilbert and well, if this Gilbert had wings, he certainly was not his brother.]

If you have no ill intentions, I would suggest that you join me. My name is Ludwig.

[mechanikalspielzeug]

[putz-fimmel]

Gilbert—my apologies…

[mechanikalspielzeug]

-Enemies? Breaking and entering?

The doll mumbled something incoherently in French and wandered over to wrap his arms about the blond and nuzzle him.-

Dunno how you found the old manor all th’way out here. I don’t lock the doors so’s I don’t think it counts as breaking an’ enterening.

[putz-fimmel]

Perhaps they were simply civilians looking out for their own or they could've been simple thieves, but I do know that they will not be bothering me for a while at least.

[The affection surprised him, making his face heat and his stomach flip-flop as he stood there for a few moments. Gilbert did remind him of his own brother to an extent, so there could be nothing wrong with hugging him or at least that was what the blonde told himself as he returned the hug though it was a bit stiff. He was only used to hugging his brother after all.]

Oh. I apologize still then.

[kleinerxprinz-blog-deactivated2]

*hes all curled up on his sofa with a few books, a blanket, and a cup of coffee*

*yup, this is the life right here*

*and he isn’t doing anything else*

[putz-fimmel]

[knocks on his door quietly with idle hopes that he hasn't come at a bad time, but he had felt like visiting the other so here he is]

[gexent-deactivated20190126]

putz-fimmel

{♚} —⇀ "Hej Germany! I am callin’ to ask if ye mind me comin’ over today? Feelin’ pretty lonely at home."

[putz-fimmel]

Though surprised, Ludwig accepted without a hint of hesitation. He honestly liked Denmark though he was unsure if there was still bad blood between them due to what had happened during the World War, so he took every oppurtunity he could to become friendly with the Dane though it was also parted because he liked his overall personality.

"Hello Denmark. I have nothing scheduled together, so I would be more than happy to visit. Of course, you would have to give me some time to get some things in order here first?"

[putz-fimmel]

[checks his watch and it is honestly rather early]

"While I do not know if your business with me is urgent or not, if you would still like to come in for a moment, I could put a pot of coffee on for us."

[vielgeprueftesoesterreich-deact]

//flicks his hand through the air in dismissal//

"I suppose it’s not. But, if you’ve the time to spare, I would enjoy a cup of coffee. I know how busy you are though."

[putz-fimmel]

"Not so busy today that we cannot have a cup of coffee or two together, Roderich." 

Moving to step aside completely, he held the door open for the shorter man so that he could come inside.

[mechanikalspielzeug]

Good morning…?

[putz-fimmel]

Good morning.

[mechanikalspielzeug]

-the doll rubs dazedly at his face, uncertain of what’s going on or how Ludwig got into the kitchen; for a moment, he actually mistakes him for his brother.-

Mnnghh?

[putz-fimmel]

Gilbert--my apologies for breaking and entering, but I seemed to be a suspicious enough character to warrant some questioning and your home seemed like the safest place after I ... subdued my enemies.

I hope I did not manage to wake you while doing so.

[nakedrussia-deactivated20150716]

What is this man even saying. Ivan gave a quick look to himself and wondered if he looked like a girl selling cookies.

"I’m not selling. But since you’ve bought too many, I suppose you are willing to share."

[putz-fimmel]

Russia.

Ludwig nearly choked on his tongue when he realized who he had spoken out of turn to and flushed with embarrassment. Clearing his throat, he opened the door all the way and proceeded to step aside to allow the taller man in.

"My apologies, Russia--I mistook you for the gilr scouts, but please, come in. I am willing to part with as many cookies as you like, and if you would like, I could put on a pot of coffee or tea for us."

Apologetic. Polite. Friendly. He would make amends for his small mistake.

[putz-fimmel]

"Sorry kid," oddly enough the woman quirked a quick, short half smile at him that only touched one corner of her mouth.  "Just trying to remind you how dangerous it can get over here.  You get more of a general penchant for violence on this side and faces that seem friendly, in your case, might not be.  I should know, I raised the little knife wielder."

The black haired woman bowed in a surprisingly masculine and formal manner, a lordly greeting.  “I’m Hungary.  Zsóka.  So you can be pretty sure I’m not going to bash your head in.  You’re Lutzi’s 1p, it’s easy to tell.  And I actually know where one gateway is that I use to visit Eliza.”

Stay calm. Do not express your growing annoyance. Be respectful. This mantra sat at the forefront of Ludwig's mind when the woman addressed him as "kid" once more. Yes, he was young, but he was by no means a children and honestly felt that he was being disrepected as any man would; he would, however, be polite no matter if he was annoyed or not. He certainly didn't show it.

Knife wielder? "I am more than capable of handling myself and after meeting you, I am suspicious of all other 'friendly' persons here." The bow surprised him a bit since he didn't know why she felt the need to do that just for an introduction, and it was quite manly, as well. Of course, she revealed who she was, Ludwig stumbled over his words a bit. "H-Hungary?" Lutzi? Did she mean to say there was someone so different yet maybe similar to him walking around in this place?

He squashed down the curiosity and cleared his throat.

"If you would please take me there."

[mechanikalspielzeug]

Good morning…?

[putz-fimmel]

Good morning.

[putz-fimmel]

[Throws the ball in his hand, telling the young golden retriever Heinrich to “Fetch!” yet when he picks it up, he bounds in the direction of the visitor, tail wagging excitedly, but he doesn’t get too close]

Heinrich! Oh - ah, yes? Can I help you? [walks over, intending to pick the puppy up]

[theblackeagle]

You can help me by letting the baby come to me, he’s just the cutest thing isn’t he? -he crouches down and addresses the puppy- Yes, you you are!

-then he looks up at Ludwig- Now on to you, tell me what’s up! It’s a older brother’s duty to know after all.

[putz-fimmel]

[Oh! It was Gilbert. Staightening up, he decided not to pick up the puppy after all and smiled ever so slightly before moving to nod his head in agreement.] Yes, he is very adorable.

Ah--nothing is "up". I was reading the newspaper in the house for a while before taking Heinrich out to play for a bit when you came along, Gilbert.

[sappyhub]

Okay! Natural goes from — from black to blond. Here! Pick one of the colours from this chart.

[ Peter holds out a piece of paper, which is nothing more than a line going straight up and down and sort of “marks” where the colours should be. ]

Okay! One inch. Do you want a bowl cut? Or do you want to have a — one of the haircuts that don’t have any hair? That’s not really a haircut, that’s more like getting rid of all the hair!

[ he laughs ]

That’s better. Okay, I’m going to start cutting now!

[putz-fimmel]

[Ludwig picked the line that he thought was blond and proceeded to make sure Peter could view what he had picked. Honestly, he felt a bit silly, but this was also a learning experience. He obviously did not have much, especially when it came to playing with children, but it wasn't so hard. At least, he didn't seem to be.]

A bowl cut--no, that will not be necessary. [He then blanched at the thought of having no hair at all--Gilbert would ridicule him for days on end! It would be a neverending cycle of his strange laughter and stupid jokes.]

No--no thank you, Peter.

Ah, alright. Please, go ahead.

[putz-fimmel]

[Ludwig watched as Heinrich eventually let go of the ball and barked, seemingly wanted to play; to the blond, introducing him to children - at least to Peter who looked very much like a child - was a good thing]

It would be no trouble, but if you would like something, please do not hesitate to tell me.

[paralianprince]

Nay— I reckon I am all set. … And ‘ello, by the way! I’d originally come to see you, actually, but, erm, this is urgent.

[CHUCKS THE BALL AND AS SOON AS THE PUP STARTS RUNNING HE TAKES OFF AS WELL. So much for fetch, it’s more like a race. Heinrich beats him to it of course, which really just results in another wrestling match between the two of them.]

[putz-fimmel]

Hello, Peter.

[Ludwig greeted the younger nation, but he was sure that it fell on deaf ears and the boy proceeded to play with Heinrich which was more along the lines of racing him instead of playing fetch, surprisingly. Even a wrestling match afterwards of all things!

Heading over towards the porch, he took a seat and watched them quietly.]