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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 3:20 pm
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota!  There was a hint of fear in Antonio's words. Romano decided he had to take him to the streets of Napoli, then he'd realise Romano's driving was pretty tame... Sure he got a few speeding tickets and a few accidents but no one had died yet! Besides, he'd soon learn how easy it is to cross the roads in south Italy - cars simply swerve out of your way.
"But if we crash, it wasn't my fault. I warned you." Romano couldn't hide the smirk across his lips very well. He was finding it mildly entertaining.
Romano glared at the turtles on the way out. He didn't understand why Spain had so many. Where the hell did they all come from? Truth be told... they... kinda gave Romano the creeps. They were evil, he could see they were glaring back at him! But then Spain bought up the topic of his brother again.
"Feli-ciano?" Lovino cleared his throat, something must have been stopping him from saying his brother's full name in one go, "You say that as if it's a good thing. He hasn't grown up."
He missed Feliciano too-- No, he-... didn't 'miss', that was a terrible word to use for this context. Just, it was his duty as the older brother to look after that wimp. He was surprised he survived this long without him.
Lovino hesitated, giving Antonio a look as if to say slyly; 'are you sure?' before getting into the passenger seat without another word and slamming the door.
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 10:28 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter."He's adorable nonetheless~" Antonio practically cooed as he carefully made his way inside. It was still hard to sit down and get up without getting little jabs in his stomach, but slowly, he was managing well. It wasn't as bad as it had been the first few days and for that, he was very thankful.
Once he got in the car and closed the door, he decided a little more pain couldn't hurt. [<- wait. what?]
Thus he leaned over far enough even if his stomach wriggled against the idea, and he planted another soft kiss on his betrothed, this time on his lips.
"I love you more, though." Antonio beamed a radiant smile, hiding the little pokes of hurt and pain as he sat back in a comfortable position and started the car, soon driving out to go to Italy's. He knew it would take hours, but they'd eventually get there, and it was more fun than plane-traveling anyway!
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 21, 2009 3:57 pm
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Adorable was a word which Lovino couldn't help but think was a step up from Antonio's usual 'Cute!'
Romano was about to interject with some sort of snide comment, arms folded and a frown to his face since his brother always seemed to upstage him, but then his thoughts were just stolen with a simple kiss from Antonio, he stopped his speach as his lips touched the other's.
Romano kept his arms folded, staring out the window as Spain started the car, as if he was deep in thought or just desperately trying to stop himself from appearing even slightly flustered from that stronger sign of affection.
Then Lovino turned and leaned over to leave a kiss upon Antonio's cheek, careful not to distract him from driving.
"You better." he muttered before sitting back in his seat.
He turned to look out of the other window as a faint smile came to his lips. "And, I haven't told him yet. You wanna tell him?"
Romano could not just bring himself to say 'By the way, I'm going to marry Spain.' He hadn't quite realised it himself.
OOC| should we do a time skip or see whether we can have an entertaining road trip? x3 Through France and Switzerland (and loads of mountains x3' ) 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 21, 2009 5:58 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.Antonio felt very accomplished. He'd kissed Lovino, hadn't been hit yet, and he hadn't been screamed at, either! This was a victory, even now. And- oh! To make it even better, he'd received a peck on his cheek in return, and he chuckled as those cheeks flared a beautiful hue of red.
"Trust me," he chirped, now happier than ever as they drove on through a thankfully not-busy road, "I love you more than you could ever imagine. Now, how to tell that to your brother.."
Because, quite frankly, it wasn't very easy to go up to Feliciano and explain his love for his brother and then explain marriage.
Or was it?
Hmm.
"We should both tell him," Antonio said after a little bout of sudden contemplation. "I think it'd be easier that way!" he turned the car now to get onto an international highway and he hummed, smiling. "So hey, while I drive, why don't you sing?"
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?! ooc| Um~ good question. oAo the trip might get dragged on for too long, so, maybe we can do a bit of the trip and then timeskip? x)
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 6:20 pm
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Lovino turned back to Spain. No way, had he just made him blush? He rather liked this short moment of role reversal.
Feliciano didn't have to understand. He didn't understand much and Lovino was beginning to give up on trying to teach him why as apposed to just telling him what to do.
"Might be easier for you." Lovino leant on the window, putting his feet up on the dashboard. Antonio had just ruined Lovino's perfectly good plan which allowed him to get out of even bringing up the subject with his brother. Romano sighed, right, that meant he had to think of ways of phrasing.
Or just stick with the simple 'We're getting married.' he didn't need to go into detail of how it happened: 'I had a mini tantrum then said 'yes' and Spain got hit by a bull all in the same day' - not the most typically romantic scene.
"But I guess if you can't handle him on your own..."
Lovino turned to Spain slowly. "Me? Sing? Not on your life. Listen to the radio if you really want music, idiot."
With that Romano reached to adjust the radio, turning the dials to try and get a good reception but they must have been near mountains because none of the stations had good signal. None apart from one talk show, which the Italian had no interest in listening to a foreign language spoken ridiculously fast jabbering on about politics or something about the world's issues. Why did they always speak so fast? Romano could barely capture the words.
OOC| EDIT: okay ;3 We'll see where it takes us c smile 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 21, 2009 8:00 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter."We'll see when we get there, Lovi." Antonio's fingers drummed cheerfully on the steering wheel. Yes, he truly felt as if he was on top of the world. They were driving safely to Italy, and he was by his loved one, the one he was going to marry, all was well, and overall, it was just a very good day! Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Except, you know, those darned mountains blocking off all radio frequencies.
"Awwh, silly mountains," he whined as his eyes flickered to the radio box momentarily. After that, they went back on the road to avoid any collisions, then tuned in to gaze at Lovino for a second. "Lovi, feet off the dashboard. It'll get dirty!"
Oh he was acting like a father figure, not a boyfriend! He had to be nicer about it. "Or, you know, just try not to get it dirty, at least! And pleeeease sing. The radio sure doesn't want to." in fact, it seemed all the show on the radio wanted to do was jabber about not-politically correct situations and euphemisms. "Pleease, Lovi, for me?"
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?! ooc| Sounds like a plan~ c: -wiggles-
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 4:28 am
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Romano was really beginning to hate the mountains. Come to think of it, how easy was it going to be to drive through them all?
The Italian shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back in his seat and just moving his feet further up the dashboard in defiance. He wasn't going to be told what to do!
"If it gets dirty then you know it'll be Spanish soil on there. So it's the dirt from your own country." As if that made it all okay, somehow he managed to put the blame onto Spain, now who said this boy didn't have talent?
"I... I don't want to sing, it's embarrassing. You sing."
Lovino flicked the radio just as it's insults moved onto Spain's boss.
"What could I sing anyway? Even if I decided I wanted to..."
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 22, 2009 7:59 am
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.Antonio only smiled at the sudden excuse that Lovino fabricated seemingly out of thin air. Well, he wasn't going to argue about it, so he was just going to let him win, this time. Besides, it couldn't be too hard to clean later, right?
Hopefully.
"Well, I don't-" he started, but paused as he heard something on the radio concerning his boss. He frowned immediately and was thankful that Lovino changed the station, otherwise, he would have gotten quite mad.
"..I don't know if I can sing as good as you can, Lovi." Antonio chirped back on track, as if he hadn't been about to punch the radio seconds ago. "And you can sing... uh- anything! Anything you want! Something happy, you know? I just want to hear your voice, that's all."
Albeit cheesy, it was true, and he couldn't help but feel his cheeks turn a little redder as he drove on through these annoying mountains.
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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