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 Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 3:48 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter."It's a hard language," Antonio only murmured, but the smile slowly came back after he spoke. Italian wasn't too different from his own language at all. It was almost like a mix of Spanish and French, and then just a hint of an individual nation which was Italy.
Still, he hadn't spoken Italian in a while, so it was different, trying to conjugate all those verbs and add these unnecessary ones... so he decided, no more Italian today.
Therefore he stayed quiet as Romano helped him up into a sitting-up position. Then, he paused, and he felt almost as if he was in a hug. It seemed like it, but at the same time it didn't. Still he took advantage of it and turned his head, blowing a kiss into the air, making it be for only South Italy and South Italy alone.
Thankfully as he looked down once the bandages were peeled, he saw that although they were bloody, they weren't soaked. He had multiple lacerations and he was sure he'd been stitched up or something, but it wasn't a macabre scene. One rib had been cracked and there had been a lot of scraping on his right side, then there were many slashes from the bull's horns... however, he'd be fine. It wasn't so critical.
"Gracias, Lovi," Antonio eventually said, his eyes flickering up now to look at Romano instead of the wounds littering his body. "I'm glad yo..you're always.. here."
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
Ooc| Silly x3
it won't be too bad~ he'll be fine :9
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 10:38 am
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota!  The damage may not have been as terrible as Romano had first thought, it still looked painful. How could he not feel that? He found his fingers trail across the scrapes without thought. He just wanted to understand whether Spain really deserved his sympathy or if Romano could punch him for making him worry-- For... making him say stupid things.
"De nada." Lovino said mindlessly. His eyes were glazed over, although appeared to be focused on Antonio's torso. Antonio's words soon broke through the mesh of brittle thoughts and his eyes met with the others. "Without me--... Who knows what sorry state you'd be in. Worse than this..."
Romano hesitated, realising that he still had the bandages in his hand. He got a clean cloth and put alcohol on it then placed it on Antonio's tender skin.
"This is your fault... not mine." He mumbled, not particularly aiming for Spain to hear his words.
He wasn't being that gentle even though he knew the alcohol might sting and pressure might make him twinge. He began to wrap the bandages around.
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: Mon Dec 14, 2009 3:36 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.Antonio tried to keep his smile, his eyes soon flickering back to watch Romano's hands. He was being surprisingly gentle as his hands skimmed over the wounds, but still, he hissed. The areas around all those scrapes were warm and with his fingertips gliding over them, they tingled unpleasantly.
"Lovi-" he started, but paused, his breath hitching in his throat once he heard the boy's mumbles. He hadn't heard all of it, but he'd plainly heard your fault, and it just shattered his heart.
He didn't want to cause him grief like this. Yes, he knew these cuts were mainly just his fault and he was to blame, but it was making Lovi worry so much, and he didn't want that. Everything that was happening was his fault- and- OW- OW!
"Lovi-!" Antonio suddenly cried out, jerking a little in the hospital bed. "That- not that- be careful! It hurts n- it hurts now!" sure enough, drugs can only last a person for so long. Slowly the feelings began to warm back into his body, and now he was able to feel some of the pressure from Romano's hands as they worked on his body. "Hey!"
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 11:00 pm
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Romano stopped in mid-dressing and looked up Antonio once his little cries were becomming difficult to ignore. It was almost as if a faint sadistic smirk came to the man's lips for a second.
"It should hurt, b*****d."
He tied the last bit of tha bandage around and secured it. Romano began to wonder if maybe... he was being too harsh this time.
Lovino sighed once he dropped his arms, trying to relax a little as he ran fingers through his hair (avoiding the curl of course). He felt himself as much to blame as Antonio, not that he would admit that part. He took one more look at Spain's torso but he was relieved that he couldn't see the damage now.
"I shouldn't have let you go." he mumbled again, staring at his hands.
Lovino gave a forced laugh and tried to force a smile too, but the battle was too difficult and so he settled for the familiar pout.
"Ehh... one heck of a day, huh?"
But he could still call this day, the best day of his life.
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: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:22 am
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.Antonio soon felt his eyes widen, because hey, Lovino wasn't becoming any more gentle. Thus he was forced to squirm a little, but he pursed his lips together in order to prevent any more cries of discontent to escape. Once it was done he was finally able to take a small breath of air, glad that had been over with.
He had to admit, however, that Romano had become pretty good at bandaging. Where he got the expertise, he did not know, but he decided to stay blissfully oblivious to that and said nothing.
And now, he heard a few more mumbles, a laugh, and a soft statement. Antonio was able to smile lazily this time and crane his head back a bit, glancing up to meet a stark-white ceiling. "I wouldn't change anything about this day."
Green eyes now flickered down to see Romano. The poor Italian boy, whom he'd made suffer through so many things ever since he was little. The wars, the crusades, the civil battles, the depressions, the outbreaks.. "Lovi, I'm sleepy." this was random, but true. "If I don't wake up, I love you. Okay?"
He meant it, of course, was that he may not wake up while Romano was awake, so he should just say it now before he falls asleep. But it could go to a much sadder meaning than that.
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 16, 2009 11:51 pm
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! The words which Romano would pretend that he had kept unspoken were just uttered by the other with such confidence, that he almost felt compelled to respond or react in someway, but it was as if he lost the ability to speak. He could not even search his head for a snide comment. So he sat there in silence, watching the Spanish nation battle with the remaining energy he still had.
He supposed it was best to let him sleep, let him recover. He almost thought that he would be safe in his dreamworld before he heard: 'If I don't wake up'
That sounded so permanent.
"Don't say things like that! What am I supposed to say to that?!"
Lovino paused.
"Just- ...! ...Okay. Domire bene."
~~
Time had passed and it had been a while since Spain's accident. But, he seemed to be getting a lot better, luckily he seemed to be his usual cheery self, but Romano was still careful not to punch him in his gut (anywhere else was fine though!), incase the stitches broke. He was allowed to return home, finally.
The Italian finished the last mouthful of pasta, sitting at Spain's dinning table. He hadn't actually been home in a while, he was almost worried what Veneziano was doing behind his back, even though keeping Spain out of harms way seemed to have to be the priority here.
The Italian sighed, got up and shoved the plate in the sink. He had almost got into the habbit of tidying up after himself, but he just left it there this time. He wasn't very good at keeping the place clean, but he had tried. God forbid what would have happened to it if he hadn't... Maybe worse than his own house. He stared at the pile of dishes, pots and pans, which he had been cooking with, with the evident tomato sauce coating one.
"Spagna I made pasta... Come on and eat it before it get's cold!"
[[OOC| edited o_o Hope this is ok? ^ ^ ]] 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 17, 2009 5:41 am
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.Antonio was thankful that day, when Romano finally let him get some rest. It was the beginning of a long, long nap, one of many to come even after he was checked out of the hospital about a week or two later. Now he slept far more than usual and while he still called them their happy nickname of 'siestas', it was more like 'long periods of passing out and sleeping'. But that was too many words to say!
He had been saddened by a few things. Due to this giant new line of stitches across his stomach, side, and a little bit of his back, he wasn't allowed to do a lot of the hobbies he did before the accident. He couldn't tend to his garden, or run too much, or stretch too much and he even had to shower more carefully than he used to.
Worst of all.. he couldn't bull fight for a really long time!
But since he'd been immobile, Romano had stuck around and helped him. He probably didn't know it, but he'd been helping out a lot and Antonio was truly grateful for everything. From laundry to dinner, the Italian had really aided him in doing most of the chores that he usually would have done, and it gave him more time to relax and let the injury heal.
It came to the point where he could do more things now, like jump and walk a little faster and even yawn without it hurting his chest too much. So Antonio was able to get to the table a little faster today once he heard his Italian's voice ring throughout the house.
"Coming, Lovi~" Antonio cried as cheerily as ever as he sauntered through the house. He didn't go to the table first- rather, he went to Lovino, and stood behind him and kissed his head. "Hi~ you said you made pasta? You're so nice, Lovi~""
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
Ooc| It's fantastic~ c: -hugs-
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 5:28 pm
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! "Don't assume... I just made too much for myself, can't have it go to waste..." Lovino attempted to excuse this small demonstration of kindness, even though he'd been acting more like how Antonio had wanted him to behave when he was a kid, during the past couple of weeks.
Romano took a plate and served the tagliatelle, tomato sauce and meatballs, rocket and parmegiano. Just simple touches of fresh foods make the dish.
Lovino's back pocket buzzed. He pushed the plate towards Antonio absent mindedly as he looked at his phone, immediately frowning.
"Urgh, Veneziano..." Lovino mumbled as he read the message.
His brother seemed to only bother speaking to him when that potato b*****d was too busy to.
"That jerk got creeped out by one of his paintings falling off the wall... wasting my time."
His little brother was such a coward, but at least it was just the painting falling that was bothering him. Lovino quickly texted back a dismissive reply.
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 18, 2009 11:10 pm
align=center]  Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter."So nice," Antonio murmured nonetheless, a goofy smile on his face as he watched the Italian serve the food. He kissed the boy's head again, just because he knew he was his fiance now and he could definitely do such things. Fiances were allowed to do that, weren't they?
He was pretty sure they were.
Anyway.
Now he was able to carefully sit back down in his assigned seat [he'd been sitting here all his life! other than when he had to be at Roderich's] and he waited, humming a simple tune as food was served. Beautiful delicious food that could only be the essence of his true Italian. He felt so proud!
Antonio grinned as he began to eating, blowing a kiss and a happy "¡Gracias, Lovi!" before digging in eagerly. Although he remembered he couldn't eat too fast or his stomach would resist, so after his initial gobble, he began to eat more calmly, and was chewing normally by the time that Lovino was complaining about his brother.
"I haven't seen cute Felicianito in... forever." the Spaniard gazed off for a second, smiling almost dreamily. Feliciano had always been the good brother, the cute artistic one. Also- the most easily-frightened one. That still added to the cute factor, though! Cute was a very good word to use repeatedly when describing him, wasn't it? "Lovi, we should go visit- in fact..." he almost saddened at the sudden thought, but as he finished up a meatball, he felt that he had to say it. "I should take you home, Lovi. You've been here long enough... you need to be back in Italy. It'll be a good time for me to see Feli again, too!"
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 19, 2009 6:25 am
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Romano made a small grunt in response to Spain's thanks, as if to say 'You're welcome~!'. He then flipped his phone shut, shoving it into his back pocket again.
"My brother's not cute, he's annoying."
Romano sighed, pulling up the chair next to Spain and sitting down, burrying his face in his hand. He could deal with Feliciano and Antonio individually but together... Well that was a whole other story. The idea of going home was already giving him a headache. But he supposed, he oughta get used to it now he was engaged to Spain.
"Fine, I guess..." It almost pained him to say that. It would so much easier if he just stayed at Spain's, he kind of liked it here - sort of... not to mention returning home would mean he'd have responsibilties to return to. "Hate to think of what state my house is in after leaving it to Veniziano to look after... He doesn't know how to handle the mafia."
Lovino gave a frustrated sigh as if it was so much effort to take out his phone again. He was about to text Veniziano when his phone started ringing.
"Che?!" was Lovino's way of answering his brother.
"It was just a painting, paint ano-- shut up, let me talk. There's no evil spirits in the house. Hey! Calm down, I'm coming home anyway. Uh, yeah... Spain's coming too." Lovino pulled the phone away from his ear, waiting for Feliciano to finish. He rolled his eyes and mumbled to Spain this time, "Seems he missed you too..."
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 19, 2009 8:18 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.Antonio finished his food while Lovino went grumbling back to the phone. He chuckled occasionally, and upon him finishing the conversation, he grinned and waved at the phone, as if somehow, Feliciano would be able to see it. "Feli!!" he laughed cheerfully then and turned his attention to Lovino once again.
The one he was engaged to, finally.
His heart was so happy!
"I can't wait," he said now almost dreamily. Whether he was speaking about going to Feliciano's house or getting married to the Italian of his dreams, he wasn't sure. "I'm excited!" still, it was unclear, but since he reached over and grabbed Romano's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing his knuckles, it could be assumed that he was thinking about the wedding.
"So Lovi," Antonio began, and now the assumption could be confirmed. "We should get married in a biiig church! With all of our friends coming and France can be my best man- or Holland- um- but don't invite England!" he made a face. No Arthur, please. "And Belgium can come too- she's such a sweetie- and... well, what do you think? Or- or should we ask Feliciano what he thinks too, when we go to his house?"
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 7:59 am
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! "Idiot, he can't see you." Romano rolled his eyes, but somehow he knew his brother well enough to guess that the slight moment of silence meant he was waving to Antonio in return. "Alora... Ci vediamo, ciao ciao, fratello."
Lovino hung up then gave Antonio a confused expression. What was so exciting about going to see the happy-go-lucky-nothern-Italian?
Antonio took his hand and kissed it gently causing Lovino to involuntarily turn away in a shy manner.
"We should get married in a biiig church!"
Oh...
Could've guessed.
"France?! Why that b*****d?" Romano knew full well that Spain's neighbouring country was all too friendly with his new fiance. Maybe the creepy guy could keep his hands to himself for the da-- Don't wish for the impossible, Romano. "Well, we can both agree on the 'no England' part, don't want that *sshole. Nor Potato b*****d, don't care what Feliciano says. Oh and America's an annoying jerk, Russia's a psycho, China'll probably try taking over with the food - I'm not having chinese food - but I- ... I don't mind Belgium..."
Great, that makes invitations easier. Invite Belgium and Feliciano... Maybe Hungary and Greece. Yeah Greece was fairly non-offensive.
What is wrong with the world...?
Lovino sighed and stood up. "Fine, ask Feliciano, just don't expect a worth-while answer." He took Antonio's plate, "Get off your arse then and let's go."
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: Sun Dec 20, 2009 9:19 am
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter."France is one of my best friends, Lovii!" Antonio practically whimpered as he listened to his betrothed list off who wasn't or was going to come, then got up and simply prompted him to stand so they could leave. He tried. And, as he tried, he idly thought that Gilbert should come too- he hadn't seen him for a long time, after all. If Gilbert came, then he could bring his brother along, and Feliciano would be there too- so it came full circle and it would be perfect!
By the time he came to this happy realization, he was already on his feet. Now he forced himself to get closer to Romano and grab his hand quickly, allowing himself better support so he could shuffle closer and kiss his cheek.
"You're so cute," the Spaniard grinned. "Te quiero mucho, Lovi~"
Now that he'd said that, he smiled widely and finally turned to go get the keys so they could go out. "I'll drive!" because Heaven forbid he was going to let Lovino drive.
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 10:58 am
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Romano sighed again when he heard Spain's whimper to his words. "Fine, invite your old friends. Even if they are French." It wasn't as if he was scared of Francis or anything. Ha ha. That guy always pestered him as a kid, of course Antonio didn't notice.
Lovino hesitated from the sudden grab of the hand followed by the kiss on the cheek. He pushed Antonio slightly away after the kiss but with the other hand interlocked tightly with his.
"I'm not cute." Romano commented clearly on the first half of Spain's statement, ignoring the rest. "Si, saperlo," he didn't need to tell him again as if he forgot... Did he expect a response?
Change the subject...
"You sure you can drive? I mean your still recovering."
He almost got the impression that Antonio feared Italian driving. Ha, how stupid.
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: Sun Dec 20, 2009 11:34 am
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.Truth be told, Antonio would rather walk through Switzerland's borders with indecency rather than let Lovino drive. At least, in the first scenario, he may get shot a few times but he would live.
"Don't worry about it, Lovi!" the Spaniard cheered, hoping to make it seem as if he wasn't scared to death about the Italian driving them seven times over the speed limit. "We'll just take my car and- it's not a problem, really. I'm not on a hospital bed anymore, so I can drive!"
He squeezed the boy's hand just for reassurance, not only for Lovino but for himself as well. Now that they were certain he was going to drive, they would definitely make it to Italy it once piece. Thank the Lord.
"Now let's go!" he chirped and led Lovino outside, waving at his turtles and giving them lots of food on the way out. Then he merrily began to head towards his car. "Ah~ get to see little Feli again~"
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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