[color=fff200][center][i][h1]Belgium's House[/h1][/i][/center][/color]

Germany had a wide smile as she entered the house. "Yes I do! People don't notice nearly enough!" She'd say Belgium had keen eyes but really, you'd have to be blind to say the person who jumped down a MOTHERFUCKEN' ZEPPELIN didn't know how to make an entrance. "And please Flandern, it really is a coincidence, really! You've spent to much time around your dad, maybe he would fake mechanical problems to have an excuse to speak to someone, probably to try and lay on the charms, but you know I'm not like that!" Germany stopped looking around Belgium's house to stare at her back with a wicked smile. "If I want something I go through the front door and take it."

Her feature softened. "But I know how that sounds, so no, don't worry I'll try to taste that cake before its done, I know to wait for my time and for you to share a slice with me." That wasn't a question, one would note. Still, she took her seat and waited, staring at Belgium's back with intensity as she worked. "...I'll be honest, I'm very pleased you'd let me in for a couple of hours while the mechanics sort out what's wrong with my motors." Yes, maybe Belgium wouldn't object to letting Germany go through her country, just a little while of course, to get to France's house. "Say, I-"

Before she could finish her sentence however, there was a knock on the door, making Germany shut up as she wondered who this was. Her eyes darted on the door and back to Belgium, fixating on her as she moved to open the door. Austria? What was she doing so far up north? "Österreich! And you even brought a gift for Belgium?! Scheiße, now I feel bad for not bringing anything but the British dirt under my boots. Well, I guess my wundervoll presence is all I really have to offer right now! But no worries... I always remember when someone does me a good turn." It was really easy! Because no one ever seemed to do that, ever.