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  • (Ulqi)
    *Smiles slightly, seeing England's house just ahead*
    See? Here we are already.
    *Goes up to the door and looks at Frostagin*
    I feel kind of rude just barging in, so...
    *Knocks on it a few times*
    (Ulqi)
    Don't mention it...
    *Single-handedly opens the umbrella, holding it over herself and Frostagin*
    G-Germany! You'll be soaking wet by the time we get back...
    *Stands by him, barely managing to hold the umbrella over all three of them*
    (Ulqi)
    *Frowns, looking at the umbrella for a while*
    Frosty... I may not be the most intelligent person on the planet, but I'm smart enough to know that you're not really enjoying yourself. Let me help.
    *Gingerly loops Frostagin's arm around her neck as a support*
    *Looks back at Germany*
    Let's go.
    (Ulqi)
    *Looks at the ground*
    I guess in that case, we need to hurry back to England's... You know, so it doesn't make it hurt as much.
    *Feels the rain heavy more and more, and her clothes begin to stick to her skin*
    (Ulqi)
    F-Frosty-la!
    *Hastily puts the plushie in Germany's arms and rushes over to Frostagin*
    Are you... okay?
    (Ulqi)
    ... N-Nah, I'm... I'm fine, really...
    *Gets to her feet, looking at the plushie*
    *Frowns as she sees a small cut in its fabric, likely from the spectacular fall not moments ago*
    ... Well... I guess I can always stitch it back up...
    (Ulqi)
    R-Right!
    *Runs off back to England's house*
    *... And slips on the slick sidewalk, as per usual, wincing*
    Ouch...
    (Ulqi)
    *Raises her gaze to the road ahead, but blinks as a fat raindrop plops on her nose*
    ?
    *Looks at the darkening sky to see nothing other than rain clouds and, of course, rain*
    It... It just started raining all of a sudden!
    *Quickly glances around for a dry spot*
    (Ulqi)
    *Looks back at the plushie*
    ... He's so determined to keep me here. It's really sweet... If not a bit... romantic, in a way...
    *Blushes*
    But... But I don't like him like that! No, no, no. Germany is just my friend. And that's what friends do for each other: help one another out. That's all there is to it.
    ... But that still doesn't explain why I feel this way...
    (( Grr! Poland! ... He is cool, though. Totally. :3 ))

    (Ulqi)
    ... Germany... I'd prefer you not tell the others about this. If you told them, they... They might want to rush everywhere there is to go to get every memory they can into my mind. But... I want to go at a leisurely pace instead. See what I want on my own time. ... Okay?
    (Ulqi)
    ... Germany...
    *Stops, staring at him*
    ... You can't make it happen overnight. "Eventually" could take a number of years for all we know...
    (Ulqi)
    But, then... How will I be able to pay for everything? Food? A place to stay? The money to see you?
    *Thinks about what she said, and looks away*
    ... As much as I hate to admit it, I really do need this job...
    (Ulqi)
    *Looks at the plushie*
    When I do have to go, though... I just might miss you the most. I... I trust you... as if I've known you all my life... But I don't really know why...
    (Ulqi)
    *Stares at her feet for a while, but soon takes Germany's hand, walking off*
    ... Thank you.
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