Iakov: My country biggest
Simon: My country’s tha bravest
Tom: My country looks like a boot to kick your ass with
Ludwig: My country looks like broccoli…
Way to tell ‘em Lud. Fuck what they say, Germany looks like broccoli and that’s what’s up. They just jealous they don’t look like broccoli
… Does Germany really look like broccoli?
okay… I can kinda see it. Kinda
chilling after work in the parking lot with T-bang, Charm, Snapper, and Lud the German finally gets the guts to talk to Simon and asks him if he’s from Irleand (because of his “odd” accent). In which Charm politely corrects him with a tiny twitch in his eye, and as if he can’t stop being an ass right there Ludwig continues with a casual (trying to be funny)
"Ireland, Scotland, they’re the same thing." Silence.
Snapper looks over at me and we’re like
Then, slowly, the Russian silently opens his door and starts to get out, Charm’s all giving him the death glare
and as I try to move things along Simon nods over to the [now] empty passenger’s seat like “Get in, we got time fah a history lesson.” Thomas, in the backseat, gets out laughing with that dumb grin of his and Lud just looks at me.
BRO YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF
We all go through this. We gotta learn some way, right? ‘Less you ARE Irish or Scottish, then you just know.
But a history lesson the had indeed, while we sat on the curb and Iakov chatted with Tom about this past deployment. Charm and Lud came back, in one piece, informing us all of their Anglo-Saxon and Germania common ground, and how we shouldn’t bicker amongst ourselves, but with Thomas -the only Roman among us. Now we just gotta pick up Ruger and her new Aussie boyfriend-thang and we will be down at The Last Watering Hole all night! (unless, you know, fuckin’ Scotland, Deutschland, and Russia over here not only drink [obviously] but talk Italia to as well.)
SIIIIIIGH it’s a’ gonna be ‘a long night.