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 Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 12:46 am
[[Ooc: Sorry about the instant layout change! D:" It was a bit big, so I changed it for something simpler.]] ɢ Я ϵ ϵ ϲ ϵxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx˟ ˟ [ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｄａｎｉｓｈ ｋａｔｔｅ ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  xxxxxxxxxxxT h e o !!Theo's dreams would have lasted for a while if a familar tune hadn't rung through the air, stirring the Greician. He groaned, flipped, rubbed the tiredness from his face, finishing with his fingers running through his hair. He turned to his phone, eyeing the blinking lights as it vibrated, that japanese song his father was so fond of played in midtone.
He lowered a hand, sailing it over to the eletronic before lifting it into his palm with slender fingers. He sliped a nail under and flipped the flat screen open, setting it mildly against his ear.
"Hello?"
Maybe he should have checked the caller ID. Father always told him to check that first before picking up the phone, 'you never know when it's that's "bird" or not,' his father would say.
Whilst he held the phone, Theo sat up, dusting his jeans before bringing his knees up. Then, with his free arm he held them, eyes peering at the box he'd set aside. Maybe caller ID was important.
No.
It is.
He inched the screen from his ear, glancing at the number that was printed. International. Definately not close by--
Danish area code.
Theo gulped, setting the phone back to his ear. He needed a breath, a long deep breath to get his thoughts running again and to restart the fact that his chest felt tight. His fingers were stiff with fear, his vocal cords clouded with how to sound, his mind clicked.
"B-Beowulf? Do you know how expensive it is to call me?!"
Nice going genius.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 7:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 4:21 am
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxＴＩＣＫ ＴＯＣＫxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxｇｒｅｅｃｅThey say time is of the essence.
But is it really as much as you are to me?
They say time heals some wounds.
But can't it erase scars? Scars of our past?  xxxx▪ ▫ ｔｈｅｏOpening his eyes, Theo gazed up to the Dane. He really did have a point: The holidays were meant for people to get together and celebrate the wonderful season. So he really didn't have a reason to frown after all. Theo eased his cheek against the Dane's clothing, a relaxed smile painted upon his face.
"Y-You're right..." His hands tightened their grasp on the Danish cloth, just before he released a sigh of relief. Why had he been worry about leaving? Maybe the blood had rushed to his head and he couldn't think clearly. Yeah, that's it. He wasn't thinking clearly.
'Let's go.' Those were the word's Theo couldn't quite say, simply because of the strange doubt stirring within him. They were missing something, something heavy, but what?
The boy's eyes ran a glance to Iceland, then to the object near him resting against the couch. Oh, that's right! Theo had left his suitcase at the couch from his very arrival. Just like him to be so scramble brained.
"Oh- Beo our things? Nevermind, I'll get them. Just stay here, mmk~?" The Grecian winked up at the Dane, loosening his arms from around that strong torso and hurrying to the stairs. As he neared, he grasped the railing and skipped up the steps, his heart singing a strange song.
After a short stroll down the hallway, Theo wandered into the Dane's room, scanning around for everything that seemed to belong to the Nordic country. Sheets, clothes, shoes, a stray sock, everything seemed to be there. Quickly Theo rounded everything up, folding some loose clothes and rounding everything into his arms. "W-whoa..."
He stumbled back alittle after closing the door behind and hurrying down the hallway to the stairs and carefully watching his step, even whilst struggling to hold the weight of the luggage.
"B-Beo! I got it, now we can go whenever you want." He shouted, climbing down the last two steps and hurrying over, snatching his own suitcase in the process.
"Sorry to keep you waiting by the way~" forá miláei ...Time speaks...
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 4:23 am
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It was then that Feliciano found himself listening to the German and doing as commanded, sitting barely on the plain counter top. His eyes wavered to the cloth on the floor that glared back up at him. Maybe, just maybe, it was important to clean his wounds after all. Besides, the wounds were starting to get itchy and hot, something Feliciano wasn't too good at holding back on.
He reached a hand towards it, fingers curled, his eyes watching intentively. Then, he stopped. This wasn't right. He couldn't scratch a wound that hasn't even healed yet, besides, he was starting to need a bath.
Felciano pulled his hand back and frowned, realising how worrisome this was beginning to get. Even the burning cleanser seemed like the best thing at a time like this. But besides that, what would Feliciano do whilst the German cleans his wounds?
'Sing.'
The Italian's eyes opened at the small word the German had told him eariler. That's right. He could sing and just forget about the pain, maybe even the tears that would well up in his eyes. "Veee~"
He would need his guitar and the radio, but how could he whilst Germany was cleaning his wounds? Feliciano turned to the door and cupped his hands around his lips.
"Astaaa~" He called, listening for the dog's galloping paws against the floor and the tapping of its claws against the tiles. Within seconds, the canine popped its head out from the door, panting with tongue out.
"Can you fetch my guitar and the radio? Please? Grazie~!"
Asta barked happily and waggled away just before Felciano's curl could bounce back into place. He smiled brightly, laughing as he tried to remember the last time he'd sung a song like that.
'Let's boil hot water~'
Japan even taught him how to sing it in Japanese when they were on that trip to Feliciano's home. The Italian ve'd again, nodding his head faintly to the imaginary music that played.
"Germany I hope you don't mind if I sing the way Japan taught me~!" He beamed, his arms stretching up, but not exactly long enough to touch the ceiling.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 7:19 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxι α т ℓ ץIf Only We Could Go Back... Back Into Time...  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxF e l i c i a n o V a r g a sLocks of brown Italian hair shuffled across the pillow, creating that soft, yet rough static. All surrounding noise faded from the Italian's conciousness, his heavy eyelids finally slipping shut. Feliciano had completely forgotten how warm and cozy his companion's bed was. The toastiness embraced his lower body wrapped by the sheets, the pillows were soft.
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Feliciano curled onto his side, facing the source of soft warm breaths. He inched closer, but cringed upon scenting the sharp aroma of alcohol. His slender fingers clutched the pillow tightly, a whimper escaped his throat and soon his face had retreated into the lush material. All was dark and besides the faint breaths of the German, a menacing laugh materialized before Feliciano. Not externally, but inside his head. Darkness still surrounded him and the voice echoed, that accent strongly expressed in each word.
That English accent.
The Italian shudder helplessly, kicking his feet unconciously. "N-no..." He stirred, fighting against the unearthly dream. A gloved hand, a sinister smile, thick blond eyebrows and that coarse laugh.
His skin jumped, his feet kicked harder to get away, his whimpers acelerated into rushed pants. It grabbed for him.
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"Germanyyy!" Feliciano shot up in bed, the beads of sweat raced down his face. He gasped for air and brought a hand to his face, rubbing the fear from it before his memory could clicked. He was in Germany's room; which meant Ludwig wasn't too far from him. Italy faked a laugh and turned his face away, hoping the German hadn't seen the fear in his eyes. He'd calmed down, but it didn't exactly mean he wasn't still scared. His insides were jumping, shivering from the sick image of England. Unlike the last time, he was terrifing, stronger than usual and just plainly creepy. Feliciano hand jittered uncontrolably.
"I-I-I'm ok." He lied.
He wasn't.
Not after what had happened.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 8:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 3:19 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 1:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 1:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 1:07 pm
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What, you mean like this? I just use this big mass to represent the typing. It doesn't really matter how big or small. <_<
I looked up strawberry cheese cake and found a picture, which I then made into an icon. ^o ^xxx✿xxWould you like a cup of angst with that, Sir?
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:56 am
Anna ;_; It's seriously a disease... All these angst Gerita stuff. T__T" For Gerita -- Raining Scene 3  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxItalia xxIxxh a dxxs oxxm u c hxxs o r r o wxxi n s i d e ,
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You were right there beside me...A light sound drummed above the dinning hall, hardening as time passed, but still Feliciano saw no waiters or chefs. He couldn't leave Ludwig waiting, not for so long and decide to turn back. Only to crash into two much larger people than him.
A curse word flew through the air as the guy stumbled back onto his partner. But for Feliciano, just the mere thump was enough to throw the boy backwards, his sputtering feet not of any help either.
"GYAH! I-I-I'm sorry! I'm sooo sorry! R-REALLY!" The rest of his trembling words were mouthed as he backed away from the two. Their eyes glared at him, both approaching. Then, just as a their hands grabbed for Feliciano, a shrill cry escaped his throat and he dashed, ramming into yet another person.
Before long shouts were raging, dishes were clattering, foot steps were rushing to the source of violence. The noise drowning Feliciano in confusion. He needed to get outside, away from everything.
A fork flew pass him.
"KYAAAAH!" He screamed, dashing for the door and throwing himself out into night. But then, just as he'd exited, rain gashed at him, a beastly rumble filled the air; then a bolt of lightening rolled across the sky, causing the Italian to run faster against the rain. With all his strength he moved, moved as fast as he could. So much that his muscles were beginning to ache.
Italy's gaze wandered back and his feet slowed. The restaurant was out of sight. All the street lights were dark from the thunder and lightning. The rain beated down on him without mercy and soon Feliciano found himself falling to his knees.
It was cold. So very cold and dark.
Another flash of lightning luminated the sky, a earsplitting roar of thunder following shortly behind. Italy's breath hitched, his hands smudging his soaked as he lifted them to it.
"G-Germany..." He sobbed, remembering his promise. Everything flashed before him so quickly and his feet moved without thought, dragging him out into the wet streets of his own country. Another sob escaped him, then another, and another until a sorrowful scream escaped him and he crumbled to his elbows.
So worthless.
He didn't want to be worthless. The way he was now, his smiles were so realistic. They were made to brighten others, even when he himself was sad aswell.
Feliciano choked on a sob. His eyes were shut tight, his hands balled into fists. Being drowned in a sea of tears. It was then that he reconized this feeling. It was so long ago when he'd felt this way. So long ago, yet he remembered.
He opened his eyes, sending more tears to drip to the cold, hard concrete.
It was this feeling that overwhelmed Feliciano at a very young ago. The age when he used to wear dresses and live with Austria, Hungary and him.
Holy Roman Empire.
The wet Italian's cheeks burned. He could no longer breathe with such tightness in his chest. His teeth grind, heavy sobs filled his faint breath. Just as he'd broken his promise, so did Holy Roman Empire.
'No. He said he'd come back...'
But he didn't.
Another roar of thunder rumbled through the air, the rain still pouring down against the small town.You broke my heart,xxxxx
And put it back together again.xx
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 12:16 pm
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xxxxYou have five seconds to eat that, Sir.
xxxxOn the menu is crackers and soda; that is all, Sir.
xxxxI SAID FIVE SECONDS!
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