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 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:19 pm
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"Hmpf. Suit yourself... hermanito." The name sat oddly on his tongue,even though it really should've been a more natural fit. After all, they were brothers. The Venezuelan supposed he had distanced himself too much before from his brothers while getting involved with England. More like beating that culo out of Guyana. Romero divided the paella in two and put hald of it aside to store inthe fridge later. As he worked and ate, he listened for Luis to fall asleep.
When he thought his little brother had fallen sound asleep, Romero crept over to his luggage case and opened it. Digging around a little, he easily located and unfolded his old gold military outfit. It had a red chest, gold trim and epaulets, and silky blue fabric. Even the black leather gloves, black boots, and golden sash were still there, causing him to remember the days he had actually worn them into battle. It had been 200 years ago, and he had been fighting alongside Simón Bolivar in a fight for his independence from Spain... Romero sighed. He wondered if he would ever find a good excuse to fight like that again. He liked this outfit, same as he did his torero outfit, a stiff red-gold traje de luces, but in this day and age, there just wasn't use for them anymore. Same for his sword, he reflected, drawing it gently out of his case's false bottom and swishing it gently, reverently. Back inthe day, that sword had seen some real blood. Now all it ever saw was dust and grass.
Maybe he'd have to pick a fight with England tomorrow. It was always fun to start something with his much shorter nemesis.
Then again, England was getting much too easy to beat. Maybe America?
Romero didn't know. He supposed he ought to sleep on it. Yawning, he dumped his dishes in the sink and hopped on the sofa--Kevin and Luis got the beds--and tried to fall asleep.
(Where's Molossia?)
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:27 pm
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"Er... Well, your room is across from mine...." It seemed Romero was busy with his own thing, Luis Esteban decided to leave him be for now. He ahd to sleep with one eye open tonight, making sure he won't beat him up. However, he wasn't sleepy at the moment. Perhaps he can read for a bit so he'd fall asleep. he didn't know who the otehr roommate was. Please let it be a nice person, and not another bully. He turned on his lamp, grabbed some Spanish literature, laid on the bed and began to read.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: Dunno. Haven't seen him yet.) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 1:34 pm
RomeroxValentín
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Romero knew full well that there was a third bed for him to use if he so desired. But the Venezuelan just didn't desire it all that much. The sofa was more comfy, and much more likely to bring back old memories. He wouldn't mind fighting someone. He stretched and yawned, leaning over to regard his sleeping brother. Luis, as usual, had his nose buried in a book. In a Spanish book, no less. Why he needed to study more Spanish when he was already Hispanic was beyond Romero...
His right fist twitched. Romero swore silently. Itching or not for a fight, there was no way he was going to take it out on a helpless man! Especially when that man was his hermanito. The Spaniard frowned. The name still didn't sit too well, even unvoiced. He had told himself, ever since he found out late two year ago, that he would protect his family, his brother... Luis was the closest member of the family he had nearby; Spain was elsewhere. Just thinking about his 'mother' made Romero's fist want to ball up again.
Sitting in here was doing no good. He might as well reorient himself. Romero slung up his bag in one easy swing and walked out, leaving his brother to his nap.
I wonder if Colombia and Panama and Uruguay exist yet? Or Chile, or Peru? I'm pretty sure Venezuela and Ecuador and Colombia were part of their own alliance, so they'd be great friends for Romero. Off to the office! Then math!
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:15 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorLuis Esteban began to wonder why Romero was suddenly so nice to him. The last time they were together, he would knock him around. At least he won't bully him anymore.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: Um, he's not sleeping, and it's not even morning yet. Kitty hasn't changed the day yet)Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:42 pm
RomeroxValentín
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Romero paused in the doorway, wondering where everyone was. He slapped his head. Of course; it was still night. He stomped back to the sofa, his thoughts aflame again. So much for attacking England just now. Perhaps his mind was on edge too, and had woken him up far before it should. He normally slept in until about 6:40. After all, it was his first day back in a while. Muttering dark imprecations under his breath, Romero hauled out the history textbook again, flipped to the Bolivar chapter, and started reading.
(Guh. This TIME part's gonna kill me. sad This is my first school guild, so I'm not at all used to a regimented schedule. School time is... Site time?)
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:58 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorThe Argentinian opened the window as he sees his horse, Esperanza, there. It looked like she was hungry. He grabbed an apple from nearby and hands it to her "Um... Hermano?"{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: it's all right ^^ it's my first school guild too, but you'll get used to it. not really, the captain or crew announces the time. if you don't want to stay, you can always visit another dorm. Florida's has a party going on biggrin )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 3:16 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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He glanced up from his book. That was the first time this whole night Luis had called him that. It seemed to Romero that he too was having a hard time reconciling with the past. “Sí?”
(Out of Caracas: Because I'm totally not copying your idea. XD)
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 3:53 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"Eek!" Luis Esteban didn't really think he would respond to that. They were brothers, but he never really called him that until now "U-Um...." he rubbed his arm, not really sure what to say "S-So... Como estas? It's been a while since we last saw each other...."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: dude, you're not the only one who does this xD)Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 4:10 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero stared, blinking, at the boy. Luis had most definitely called him—though not by name, it was certainly a step up—and now he jolted at his response. Romero hadn’t even said anything yet. Amazing how they were almost equal in height, and yet Luis never failed to pass himself off as inherently… younger…. For lack of any better terms.
Somehow, that timidity made it easier to warm up to him. Maybe they could reconcile. Romero smiled. But rather than offer words of condolence and answer, the first words out of his mouth were somewhat more caustic.
“Keep that up, hermanito, and you’ll never make it out of this school alive.”
Romero realized after the statement that that probably wasn’t the response Luis had wanted, and he quickly rephrased his next one. “Estoy bien, hermano. Just a little tired. It has been a while. You sure have a long memory, though, to be so scared of me even now…”
Out of Caracas: I'm thinking a little heart-to-heart before we hit that party. biggrin
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 4:19 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorThat wasn't the first time he heard someone tell him that. His other siblings kept telling him the same thing "Hey." The Argentinian didn't like being treated like a kid. Did the Venezuelan forget he was the biggest Spanish-speaking nation in all of South America? But, he had a good point there. he had to, like his sister said, grow some cojones.... Whatever that means.... "So, the plane ride here must've been tiring, si?" Well, that was sudden. Of course he wouldn't forget certain things. it's because of bullies that made him into the coward he was. "Well, you were a scary dude. You used to kick me when I was down. Telling me to fight back. You know I hate violence."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: yea ^^ but, he'll pass on the party, he's not much of a people person)Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 6:58 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero stood up and regarded his younger brother. How long had they been able to see physically eye-to-eye? He remembered a time when Luis was shorter than he, and a great mule too… He nodded as the Argentinian complained to his face that he hadn’t been a nice guy before either. True, he had mistreated him in the past—in fact, Luis might be outraged to realize what he had just been thinking about. That was before he realized they were both related through Spain.
Oh, Antonio. Romero still didn’t know what to think of him. But that was beside the point. The Venezuelan returned his gaze to the relative staring him down. “Si. But I don’t take back anything I did. Seriously, hombre, you gotta man up.
You haven’t fought a real war since we were all fighting to break away from Spain. But you know somewhere it’s good to know how to fight, even if you don’t want to. It’s like America’s boss, Roosevelt, once said: Speak softly, and carry a big stick. What are you going to do if Alfred comes over here preaching his Platt Amendment to us the way he did Cuba? Right now, you just don’t have the cojones to stand up to him. Oye, Luis; I heard on the way here that there’s a party at Florida’s. He’s American enough that you’ll get an idea what Alfred’s like, yet Spanish enough to speak our language too. You wanna come?”
Out of Caracas: Too lazy to find a link to the Platt. Will tell later.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 7:10 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorSo much for expecting an apology from Romero. Luis Esteban knows he has to be brave, but he was just so tired of fighting. The church taught him that violence never solved anything. True he had to fight many wars in the past, but they were orders from his boss. He looked down sadly, all his bothers keep telling him, be a man, fight back, do all the things he hated. At least his Brazilian friend, Juliana, likes him just the way he is. When asked if he would like to go to a party, he shook his head "No gracias. I'm not a big party goer." He didn't really know his Floridian cousin, Rutilio, too well. "You go have a great time. I'll just keep reading the literature Antonio gave me..." he may be scared of the Spaniard, but he loved his literature.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 3:31 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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How far his brother had gone. Maybe Rutilio would be more willing to talk? Romero dismissed the thought as soon as he formed it. If anything, the sophie was an even worse individual to talk to to about matters such as war. After all, he was related more to Alfred than to Antonio...
The Venezuelan considered saying something to his brother before he left, but, predictably, his nose was already back in his book. Idly, Romero wondered if it was Don Quixote. He'd read the book before, but didn't like it much. It helped little that that was one of the only books from 'Mother' that he knew.
Thinking about books all the time gave Romero a headache. Nor was his mood helped by Luis' seeming recalcitrance. He really wanted to go let off some steam somewhere. But where...? School wouldn't open again for a while, and until he checked into the office, he was officially haragán. What better way to enjoy one's last free hours than in a party?
Romero's mind was made up. "Okay, Luis, I'll be back in a bit," he called, stuffing his pockets with what few necessities he supposed he'd need for a quick night out. "Sleep tight."
He quietly shut the door and made for Rutilio's dorm, his thoughts in a storm. Stupid, stupid, stupid! You wanna open up to your brother, you gotta talk about the things he likes, not put him down! A fuming Romero almost inevitably terminated in a punched door of some sort, so it was fortunate he found the correct dorm room when he did. It was no rocket science to find a room right next door to one's own. Romero wondered why it wasn't noisier in there. Shrugging, he knocked on the door.
Out of Caracas: When is that bell gonna 'ring'?
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 3:41 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"Um... Okay..." Sleep tight? He wasn't a child that needed to head to bed so early at night. Well, there was school tomorrow, but he wasn't sleepy. maybe there might be some good novelas on. He sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Flipping the channels until he finds a novela.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: there are no bells here ^^; also, you should be heading to Dorm 24. no party here xD)Argentine Republic
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 12:18 pm
Franny A free spirt that stays with Conneticut for some reason... ________________________________________ It Didn’t take long for her to find the dorm of Argentina. She made herself invisible as she opened the door and slammed it shut. She could of went though it, but that wouldn't be as scary. She floated over to the boy on the couch and blew on the back of his neck. "Hello" she whispered.
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