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 Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 12:54 pm
Ooc| Continuing .Peanutbuttered Muffin.'d and Aqua_Nova's roleplay of Spamano.
I get to post PB's post first, see if it works... then I'll post mine, and if it works out, then we'll continue. :] Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota!  No, they didn't really have to run, did they? Neither of them were fit enough (has Spain not heard of the fantastic invention known as the 'car'?)
Romano sighed, struggling to keep up with Spain, but he was right, the coliseum was just in sight now.
Why would he laugh if he lost? Because watching someone who is normally so much better than you, fail, was amusing. When was it not? -- Maybe watching Spain fail would not be as funny as watching potato b*****d cry. Lovino found himself smirking from his devilish and partly sadistic thoughts. But-... No Spain losing wouldn't be funny.
"Just- win, and you don't need to know why."
They got there - finally - as Antonio seemed to be repeating as if Romano hadn't heard him the first time.
"Bastardo." He said inbetween struggling breaths. He leant against the wall wondering why some of his muscles were shaking so much, maybe thats what happens when you run so much and when you're so weak?
"Your allowed to- to catch your breath.. but I can't?"
Lovino sighed and tried to straighten up. The idea of finding a good seat to sit on wasn't actually a bad idea. He took a step forward but then hesistated.
"Antonio?"
Good Luck...
"Uh, ci vediamo." See you later
He always did that didn't he?
Romano quickly walked off despite his muscles aching so much now and went up the stairs towards the audience's seats. Sure enough there were still some good seats at the front, Romano picked a seat, the one which was the closest to him, he didn't care if the others had better views.
Don't be stupid...
I don't know how to say it... but I want- ...
Don't leave me, idiot!
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 2:05 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.Antonio only smiled over at his panting comrade. Right. Win... that was the only word predominant in his mind. Win, so he could have a victory full of splendor and joy for not only himself, but also for his special someone. For his Romano.
"I'll see you soon, right!"
The Spaniard beamed up at him and soon, scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off.
What was the point, if he was going to get dirtied up soon anyway?
Nonetheless, he was soon trotting into the stadium.
Once inside, he chatted with some of the officials who would be hosting the bullfighting tournament, and they all laughed- everyone in Spain was happy, everyone laughed, even when they knew they would see death's ugly head in the form of a bull soon enough.
After multiple discussions on safety and what to do in case he was hurt -which he knew wasn't going to happen, of course!- Antonio was given the okay to get on a horse and wait. A few bullfighters would go before him and tame the bull down a little before he was to trot out, jump from his horse, and start the fun.
While he waited, he searched around in the front seats, but couldn't find Lovino. A small frown came to his face and he looked around even more, waving his arm a little. "Lovi?! Lovi, wave your hand if you can see me! I wanna see you- Lovino!!!"
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 2:31 pm
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! So where did that jerk get to?
Surely he wasn't still being lazy and slumped up against the wall trying to catch his breath? That was Romano's job goddamnit! He need's energy to dodge the bull right? What if-...?
Don't think about it, Romano.
Easier said that done when you were sitting in the front row of the coliseum watching the men get ready for the bull fight.
Maybe that idiot chickened out? Small voice of hope was immediately hidden by a loud voice of the idiot himself...
His greenish-amber eyes automatically locked on to the familiar face as he heard his name shouted numerous times. Argh, he's so embarassing...
But that frown was slightly cu-- Romano scowled.
He leant his head on his elbow on the bar infront of him then lifted up the other hand rather lazily.
"I'm here you idiot!"
Don't be stupid...
I don't know how to say it... but I want- ...
Don't leave me, idiot!
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:42 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.Antonio frowned as, still, he saw no Lovino. Already the crowd was cheering as the first matador had gone out, and he just sat there, waiting. He sighed, but soon, he saw it. That lazy wave and that brown spot of hair-
"Lovi!!!!" he cried out enthusiastically and, quickly, waved back at twice the speed he had been swinging his arm before. "Loviii, Lovi!! This is for you!! This is for-!"
"Hey! ¿Ya estas listo? ¡Vamos!"
Spain barely heard the commands of the people beside him, telling some of the other matadors to get out there, because the bull that was about to come was not one to be trusted [but what bull was?]. All he focused on was his Lovino. Although he sat there, slumped, with what seemed to be a bored aura surrounding him, he was still there. And he would see his victory, his amazing dance around that bull, he would see him bring that beast down!
Eventually, he was called out to ride. He and his horse trotted out, prancing around the field for a while, getting used to the feel of the arena while the other matadors played around with the bull, tried to get it to calm down. Antonio's eyes were not on the bull- they were still on Lovino, even as he passed him, and gave him a wink and blew a kiss before finally focusing back on the arena.
After a while, he paused and leaped down from the horse, dashing over to another matador to get his large cape, red with passion and lust for excitement over today's match. He tested the cloth, waving it mildly, and looked to the bull, hesitant only for a second.
Antonio had to catch his breath, make sure he had all the energy he needed.
He didn't have all of it, but he felt as he had enough, and these people were expecting a show!
So with a shout of "¡Olé!", Antonio began to wave that cape, wondering when the bull would come their way.
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 1:19 am
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! The crowd was already cheering loudly around him and the guy sitting right next to him was being just a little too enthusiastic for Lovino's standards, but he was too sucked into the excitement of it all, that he did not even notice the Italian staring at him.
This one's for me, right?
Maybe he was being too tense. He tried to lighten up and get into the mood, just for Spain...
Romano leant back, keeping his eyes on the Spaniard in the arena, who even had time to pass a quick wink and blow a kiss in his direction.
"Heh, prestare attenzione, adesso." he muttered.
Pay attention, now.He folded his arms but smiled - well the closest thing to a smile, more like his familiar smirk. It wasn't long before Antonio turned to begin the fight. He was a pro, right? Why worry?
Maybe Romano was beginning to enjoy himself. Or maybe that was asking too much of the Southern Italian.
Don't be stupid...
I don't know how to say it... but I want- ...
Don't leave me, idiot!
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:47 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.Antonio snickered as he waved that red cloth around, testing it. Many of the other matadors tested theirs as well, and the angered bull trotted back and forth between them. Many scooted back- wise ones, they were, jumping back out of harm's way.
Antonio merely grinned and stepped forward.
Show-off. It was the only time he ever got to show off at such a competitive sport, and he loved it.
A few joined him in waving the red cloth, but many sneaked back behind the scenes, having done their part. Once that happened the bull finally began to act, starting to run and trot towards the remaining men faster and angrier than ever, taunted by the waving 'flag'.
It became very real once the bull bumped someone, accidentally, and then went back to really hurt him. The person safely got away, much to the crowd's happiness. Antonio and two others only shouted, beckoning the bull closer. They weren't going to back out. This was a sport to be proud of, to show off and ruffle their peacock feathers.
"Watch, Lovi! Just you watch!" Spain would occasionally shout as he ran up to the bull and with a swift flick of his arm, pressed the cloth to his side, letting the bull run past him. "This is for YOU!"
As he laughed along with the other matadors, the bull became angrier. And angrier, and angrier, until the others decided to leave and he was the only one there. That was when his dodging dance became faster and he had to use more energy to flick away. The crowd's cheers kept him on, but pretty soon he became slow, and his movements were slower.
That was what eventually was going to hurt him, but he paid no mind to it. He kept running around, tiredly, waving the red flag and grinning towards Lovino whenever he could, waving at him, to reassure him he was okay.
That's when he was rammed by the bull.
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:43 am
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Spain was an utter show off but Romano was enjoying the show nonetheless. Even with Antonio's occasional wink and grin, he managed to return to taunting the bull until he was the only one left. Antonio was slowing and kept getting distracted, turning back to his Lovi.
But then, the bull charged, raging with fury, blind towards Spain and--...
And...
Spagna...?
For a moment, Romano forgot to breath.
"Spagna? SPAGNA! You... you idiot!" What could Romano think other than expect the worst? He immediately got up. His eyes were stinging.
No, don't do this to me, Antonio!
He had to get closer, he had to check... He ran down only to be stopped by a man, saying something in Spanish, pressing a hand hard agaist Romano's chest to stop him from passing. Suddenly it seemed all of Romano's ability to translate, was lost, he could only think in Italian.
"VAFFACULO! Laciarmi SOLO! Non caspici!"
Even at a time like this, the only emotion which Lovino managed to express was anger but whether it was himself or Spain who he blamed more, he was unsure of. It was too difficult to think straight!
Romano continued to curse the guy in Italian whilst the other tried calming him down and failing.
Romano tried pushing the man away, who's Spanish seemed to be sounding more and more desperate. The only word Lovino picked up on was 'toro' - Sh*t. The bull was still in there!
It became a tug of war between Lovino's inner coward and his protector-persona. It seemed like the coward was winning.
"S-SPAGNA!" Romano's voice shouted pathetically, losing strength to push the man's hand out of the way, as if he wanted him to stop him.
Don't be stupid...
I don't know how to say it... but I want- ...
Don't leave me, idiot!
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 3:34 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.All that Antonio truly felt was the first blow. The forehead of the bull, thankfully not its horns, ramming into his side and knocking him clear off his feet. He was sure he felt things crack as he was pushed off to the side and he thought, well, this is the worst pain I've ever felt in my life.
Then, he landed on the ground in a flurry of dust and dirt, and he'd been falling so fast that he bounced. When he felt back down and felt more things cracked, he immediately thought, no, wait, that is the worst pain I've ever felt.
After that, he felt nothing. He could still see everything, but things were a little blurry and black around the edge of his vision, as if he was looking through a horrible, unfocused camera.
Antonio saw the sky, and he focused on a cloud. The cloud became closer all of a sudden and then, it was far away again. This was because the bull had decided tossing him around was fun, and was deliberately hooking its horns into his clothes and pushing him around, having the time of its life.
After a while, however, the tossing stopped and he lay still again. He heard lots of shouting, lots of screaming and lots of loud groaning, which he assumed was either his own or the bull's as they tried to corral it and spear it. Once it hurt a human being like that, there was no forgiveness.
Between all those sounds, one screech caught his attention the most, of course. But he could barely hear it, let alone see the owner of the voice. As much as Antonio tried to move his head to hopefully see Lovino and reach out to him, tell him everything was okay. But he couldn't move. He couldn't feel a thing. All he heard was screaming, everyone's screaming but his own, and his sight was becoming hazy.
"LOVINO- ITALIA- LOVINO!" he couldn't hear his shouting, but that was all he screamed as some brave men ran past the raging bull and worked on getting him out of there as fast as possible. He heard the men speak to him in Spanish, trying to calm him down and telling him to stay with them, to not fade away just yet. But their faces were becoming really blurry and their voices were muffling.
"Italia... Italia...para Italia...todo para Italia..."
While they carried him out, he decided to close his eyes, because the world had already begun to go black anyway.
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:29 am
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! The heartbeats ran fast with sharp, violent jerks. He let them escape, the tears he was keeping up. Who was he hiding them from, anyway?
Romano was scared, so frightened. He tried holding his breath to stop the pain but only choked slightly. The worst thing was that he didn't understand what was happening. He had not spoken Spanish for a while now and he didn't trust himself to guess the translation- in fear he might get it wrong.
He was wrong to let Spain go, if he stopped him-... or maybe if Romano himself did not go, all would have been okay. He would be sitting with a lauging Antonio, who would be boasting about his performance, as he mimed the actions, whilst Lovino cursed and scowled at him for being too loud... or something. But that wasn't the scene. Lovino sat next to Antonio, still far away, his wounds were hidden in bandages and instead, the Italian was cursing under his breath for being so stupid.
He told the doctor earlier, with his Spanish-mix-Italian that he was his fiancé. It was strange saying that. So much- too much had happened in the past few hours.
"Wake up you idiot!" Romano said in a harsh whisper.
He didn't wipe the tears away, instead he let them dry on his cheeks, letting his skin absorb them.
"I... I... you b*stard! I always knew it was a stupid idea!"
Romano closed his eyes and dropped his head close to Spain's shoulder, close enough to smell that familiar aroma, but it didn't seem right without that large beam to accompany it.
"I... I love you, Spagna, don't do this to me."
Don't be stupid...
I don't know how to say it... but I want- ...
Don't leave me, idiot!
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 2:38 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.After a few hours of darkness, Antonio finally began to hear something that weren't muffled screams. It had a rhythm- a slow, steady rhythm, and the sound was hollow. Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump.
It was his heartbeat.
A sense of relief washed over him. If he could hear his heartbeat, that meant that he was still alive.
Carefully, he tried opening his eyes but found it too tedious, so he stayed still. Nothing hurt as much anymore, although it was weird that he couldn't feel a thing.
And after a while, he started hearing other sounds, like shouts and curses and a muffled sentence which included the words I love you and-
He struggled hard now to open his eyes, and soon enough, a blurry brown tuft of hair came into focus.
Lovino.
"Lovi," Antonio said, but so tired was his jaw from his screaming hours before that it was only mumbled. Upon realizing that he couldn't speak too well, just slowly turned his head until it bumped against Romano's. Once he'd accomplished that, he didn't do much more but smile. Everything was okay. He'd find out about any possible injuries later- he was just glad Romano was here and that he was alive after that little incident.
"Lhh snnnt..o.." Lo siento. I'm sorry.
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 4:45 pm
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! There was a sign of life through mumbles and felt contact.
"Spagna?" Lovino replied, muffled into the white bed sheets. He paused. He rose his head and saw those emerald green eyes again.
Never had Romano been so happy to here that abreiviation of his name before. It meant that annoying idiot still had some life left in him.
"You better be sorry, you jerk! D-do you have any idea what I went through?! Eh! Cazzo! You- !! I..." was so scared... "I guess this means I have to stick around a bit longer than planned."
Romano gave a slight pout, resting his head on his hand, leaning on the bed, but he was smiling inside-- no, this time he was beaming, almost as wide a grin as Spain could ever manage. He was speaking (barely), he'll be fine, right?
But then Lovino realised - he was suddenly self-concious - he wiped his cheeks to check if the tears were still there. And had he heard? He bit his lip. No, he did not just say that. Just pretend and maybe he'll forget...? Dio mio, how pathetic that sounded. I've said too much.
He managed a blush through the frustration, confusion, ecstasy-yet-still-painfull whirlwind of emotions.
Romano was silent for a moment. Trapped in his strange tsundere world, where announcing your love was just a sign of weakness and utter embarassment! But he was weak, the crying had drained him and the emotions had confused him. He had a terrible headache and his throat was sore.
Romano kissed Spain on the forehead.
"Get better." the statement came out more as a command than a sympathetic attempt to cheer up the nation. Spain was already smiling, he wasn't the one who needed reassurance here.
Don't be stupid...
I don't know how to say it... but I want- ...
Don't leave me, idiot!
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 5:28 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.The Spaniard hazily glanced over to Lovino, his eyes having to adjust occasionally as the boy move. But still, he smiled, knowing that at least one of them had to keep a smile on their face, and that person was him 99.9% of the time.
Right now, however, his smile was more saddened than happy. He'd worried Lovino, he could tell. Even though he still seemed grumpy as always, by the tone of his voice, something in him could tell that he had probably scared the Italian. That was one thing he'd never wanted to do, and he'd done it.
He sighed heavily, air rushing out through his nose, and he closed his eyes once he felt an unusually sweet kiss on his forehead.
"I'll try." Antonio managed to murmur and his head began to tilt to the other side. It was more comfortable relaxing it on that side and he felt his body become light again.
He was really, really sleepy. But there were still some questions in his mind, and he tiredly smiled.
"...d..does it look bad, Lovi?"
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 4:21 pm
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Romano didn't feel quite so elated anymore, he noticed Spain wasn't his same cheery self.
Lovino pulled away the sheet's slightly, to get a better look at the bandages around Antonio's side. Some had fresh bleeding, staining them red.
"Does it feel bad, Antonio?" The Italian asked as his hand drifted across the covered wounds lightly.
He couldn't see the damage, but the blood didn't seem good.
"Sit up. Let me see." Romano was so drained that his expression was lacking emotion and his speach was lacking that usual sharp tone to it, "Your bandages need changing."
[[OOC| fail post ^ ^; ]] Don't be stupid...
I don't know how to say it... but I want- ...
Don't leave me, idiot!
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:03 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter."I can't feel anything," Antonio only murmured, and his eyes closed. He thought for a while. Maybe if he spoke in Italian, or what he remembered of it, it would make Lovino calm down and at least smile, because he knew that occasionally he would smirk when he tried to speak his language and failed.
"Non... riesco a- a sentire il mio corpo..." he tried to tilt his head, but as he stated [or tried to] in Italian, he couldn't feel his body. Not anymore. He figured he was at that stage, finally, when everything just decided to become numb so it could heal better.
So when he tried to sit up, he only stirred slightly. Antonio couldn't sit himself up. He frowned at this, because this just made him look helpless. Dense he may be, but helpless he was not!
Still, he had no choice. "Aiuto... Lovi, help, please."
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?! Ooc| It is not fail, silly PB :9 -huggles- ♥
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:44 am
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Spain's response worried him. If he felt pain, Lovino would understand that - maybe it was the drugs which they gave him? But then he'd worry if he said 'Yes, it does hurt'... he couldn't win.
Lovino laughed at Spain's attempt to speak in Romano's own tongue.
"'Non mi sento il corpo -- idiota, don't confuse yourself. Italian's simple."
But it was nice, to hear his own language as apposed to the Spanish he had been hearing. The Spanish only confused him, making him scared-- no, he wasn't scared... Just... mildly nervous... right.
Romano frowned when he heard Spain's pathetic cry for help. But he was enjoying this slightly, Spain really needed him.
The Italian got his hands under Antonio's arms and hoisted him up then fell into a half-hug with his head burried into Antonio's shoulder. He tried to make it seem less like a hug by pretending his arms were only wrapped around the Spaniard's torso in order to unwravel the bandages.
Once most of the bandages were off, he pulled away to examine the damage as he bunched together the old ones, taking fresh ones from the side table.
[OOC| Now wouldn't it be shameful if I got my Italian wrong, now? XD; I don't know how bad you want the damage to be... it's your Spagna ^ ^] Don't be stupid...
I don't know how to say it... but I want- ...
Don't leave me, idiot!
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