Ludwig Beilschmidt

Hm...ja, it is fun. Still, that doesn't explain why you are here. Shouldn't you be singing in the sky

trick or treating is when you dress up in costumes of monsters or whatever...and go door to door for candy.

ah...

I am talented in many ways of defending myself, pistols and hand grenades mostly. espionage when it is needed.

[he took a swig of his beer, lovely beer. before returning his gaze to the shorter man]

but...if I was allowed to choose, gardening would be specialty.

OH MY- No! nein..I hope not- but if they were that is up to them and I would be happy for mien friends... I don't want to think about this!

Nein???! They are doing it

O-oh...you are indeed a strong man.. if my sources are correct. A terrifying aim with a gun

Ah

[Clears his throat]

Well regardless, I hope you are doing well.

He isn't here right now...I believe he and Kiku are trick-or-treating. Hmph...

GO AWAY GHOST-

ITS THAT MAN AGAIN?!

I deal with many types daily... I won't be so easily offended by words alone. hmm, maybe. auf wiedersehen

I guess not.
Bye

really now, I assure you if I had need of it. I have plenty of bite to give, there is nothing wrong with following the rules...

no.

What the hell am I reading!?!?

[His eyebrows lifted, eyeing the bottle curiously. Lifting his drink to his lips before taking a swig]

Ah, I wasn't aware you were a heavier drinker.

I prefer simple beer, but open to trying other things... what about you Finland?

[His comment finally had him check a mirror, Ludwig began to fret over his hair but the gel was mostly gone]

Dammit. No, I think I really extended myself too much. Well, it's too late now.

[He will just take whatever berating he'll receive once he gets back home, so the German man had a seat.]

Ah, Finland.. I don't see why not.

Those workouts are a part of my daily routine, if I don't do them I will just feel off the entire day

I am fine, Italy.

[But he was speaking softer than normal, curious he glanced at the sketches. Feliciano always had such pretty drawings.]

Hm..the paperwork and I'll be out of your hair.

J-ja beer bruder, did you want to cone with me?

[He tensed up immediately, guilt striking his chest. He was focused on the goals not the pressure he was putting on the Irishman]

S-Sean!? Stay here I will get something to clean this and water

[He quickly hurried off, idiot.. bad blonde idiot]

... time is up.

:(

I'm going to go drink now...

[He smiles.]

[A very strained and twitching smile, but still one]

Where is your paperwork?

Fe-Italy, have you finished your paperwork...?

[He appears, looking a bit worn out. His usual kempt hair was falling into his face]

[Puts his hand on her shoulder]

France.

Can you fly?

💭 find your happy place Ludwig, find it!!- Why did they have to wait until the deadline day... I wonder how Feliciano is doing... I need a beer.