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 Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 9:52 pm
[Ooc| This will be a private roleplay between .Peanutbuttered Muffin. and myself.
Due to roleplaying Spain and South Italy, Romano will say naughty words. PG-14+ is the rating.
NOW. LET'S TRY TO GET A GOOD PLOT LINE STARTED OR SOMETHING. C:]
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.
A gorgeous day. Too gorgeous to miss out on.
With a grin and a laugh, a laugh which so cheerfully resonated throughout the house, the vibrato in the Spaniard's voice ringing and creating a melodious tune, the tanned nation marched forward and went to his garden. Not just any garden, he bemused as he entered the field of tall green stalks and plump red ornaments. A tomato garden, a garden beholding most of his pride and joy, along with many fond memories of days long ago.
With him.
Antonio wondered, for a minute, if the Southern Italian was even going to come by and visit. It had been so long. He was sure he'd become about two darker shades of tan since the last time that adorable face had appeared at his front step.
Reminding himself of the tan, he absentmindedly put on a large straw hat, and again his mind went to the boy. The boy of a thousand faces, most of them frowns. He couldn't really recall a time when he smiled.
Unless they were in the garden. Or better yet, that arena.
¡Olé! those crowds would cheer, as he swept to the side of an oncoming bull, spiked batons in the air, twirling, mocking. ¡Olé! he heard in his mind, as he turned and dashed through an area of the field, sweeping in through zigzagging tomato plants. Tomato picking was the farthest thing from his mind, all of a sudden, and all the lively Spaniard focused on was sweeping through those gardens, dashing to and fro as if he were in that rounded, sandy stadium. And he could practically see the crowds, the ladies, the small face in one of the stands with an askew smile= South Italy's.
[In retrospect, Spain thought as he stopped and paused to look at a young tomato, maybe that smile was more of a smirk, but it was cute nonetheless.]
And now as he floated back from his matador daydream and carefully curled his fingers around a nicer tomato, Antonio wondered. When would he see that face? I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 10:31 pm
[[OOC| yes plot line! 8D Look smiling Romano! Don't be fooled by the picture, my posts should contrast greatly - expect the frown x3]] Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota!  If there was one quality you could pick out from the southern Italian it would be sheer laziness. The effort of having to get up and actually do something and leave his home country was too mu-... But that wasn't true, was it? Honestly, he was more annoyed Spain hadn't visited him earlier, then again if Spain had come to visit Romano then he would have probably had had to have put up with his annoying little brother too. Lovino had to take it in his own hands, much to his disapointment. His eagerness to be around the happy-go-lucky country was well hidden. He'd keep his smiles inside... Showing them showed weakness, right? That was the last thing that the decendant of the Roman Empire wanted, not that he had learnt that quality at all from his grandfather.
Vespas, oh an Italian's best friend. Lovino stopped outside the Spaniard's house, taking the key out of the ignition, kicking the leaver to support it. He got off and sort of stood outside for a while, some weird feeling in his stomach. Maybe he should have just called him...
Lovino gave in and knocked on the door but there was no answer.
Idiot, he's probably in the garden.
The Southern Italian went around the side to see Antonio half-hidden amongst the tomatoes.
"Ciao, stupido." Lovino called, picking a ripe tomato. Seeing Spain's face again... yeah he was smiling inside but frowning on the surface. "I..." missed you...
Romano walked closer to him so that he could flick him on the ear.
"Do you not like me anymore or something? You haven't come by in a while..."
His words quickly turned into a mumble and his eyes averted. He took a bite of the tomato and smirked.
"Mine taste better."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 Oct 09, 2009 10:52 pm
[Ooc| Your- your posts make me happy. c: He's smiling on the insideee. That's what the picture represents, I say. xD Eeeee. -wiggles-]
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.
Lost in his thoughts, Antonio barely heard the sound of footsteps thudding hollowly on the dirt, coming towards him. His eyes were focused upwards now, up to the blue sky, and he spotted a cloud that looked like a bird. Oh, a bird! His friend had one of those...actually, Gilbert had a lot of them, and he remembered-
Ow! was something his mind quickly registered then, and all thoughts of the bird-shaped cloud dissipated. Green eyes flickered down and a hand went up to rub at his ear. Not that painful, but it had still been a little sting that he had not liked.
"Not cute." the tan nation murmured, and soon his hand lowered again, but not all the way to his thigh. It stopped halfway and now, he occupied himself with tossing his own tomato from palm to palm, bouncing it carefully and making sure to subconsciously aim... so it wouldn't go off trajectory and fly off in another direction.
But after a while, even that got boring, and Antonio glanced down at the tomato in his hand. "It has been a while," he commented, before looking up to Lovino and raising the tomato along with his gaze. He seemed to be comparing the two round figures.
"You know," he suddenly said, with a sad smile, almost as if he was remembering, "It's been a long time since... your face matched this." and his smile grew as he spoke. "And it's always been so adorable too!" I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 11:21 pm
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Romano pouted. Since my face- ...? Oh you b*****d.
"I do not look like a tomato! Maybe I still had baby cheeks back then but, I didn't when I was younger either!"
But his face redened at Spain's words, as both embarassing and... flattering, they were, which only helped to make a better comparison.
"Idiot."
Lovino pushed Antonio's hand down lower in an attempt to stop the Spaniard saying such stupid things. Things that made him blush- Ah! Hand contact! Romano quickly retracted his, his cheeks now a deeper red.
It was because of the heat, right? That's why his cheeks were red! 'Cause he's obviously not used to this hot weather... (!)
Oh, he had to change the subject, fast.
"Hey, Spain, I'm hungry..."
The comment sounded more like a demand but Romano hadn't tasted Spanish food in a while, infact it was one of the few 'foreign' foods he actually enjoyed. But Spain wasn't all that foreign at all.
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 Oct 09, 2009 11:56 pm
[Ooc| Oh my GOD Firefox is being really dumb. :C waah. Last post for tonight, we'll talk tomorrow <3]
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.
Antonio's smile grew and grew and the countenance on his face was that of overwhelming glee once Lovino's face reddened. It only proved his theory, after all, that the Italian looked like a tomato! If he'd only, oh if he'd only, dye his hair green, than he'd be the cutest tomato to ever catch Antonio's equally-green eyes.
But now was no time to continue ogling the fact that Lovino and a tomato could be distant cousins. Their hands had touched- and it'd snapped Antonio back into reality. Not to mention Lovino's plea...
"Hungry, huh?" his smile expanded even more, if possible, and he tossed the tomato up in the air before catching it with the same hand. "I have leftover paella. I'm sure you like that, if my memory serves right!" for emphasis, he raised a hand and tapped his own forehead.
Without another word, he'd grabbed the Italian's hand, entwined their fingers together, and was leading him back into the house. "It's so nice to see you haven't changed, Lovi!" Antonio cried happily as he walked backwards, through the garden, knowing the route to his back door as well as he knew his whole land= perfectly. "Although the name-calling still isn't very cute, you've gotten so big and handsome...! I'm sure girls are all over you back home! Is- is that why you haven't been visiting me, Lovi? Too many girls, not enough time for Boss?"
And Antonio did something he hadn't done in a long time.
He pouted as they went inside. I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 1:08 am
[[OOC| Damn modern Techonology! Poor Aqua I hope it's okay now? ^^; Sorry I didn't reply yesterday, had to entertain Mum's old friend from like 20 years ago...]] Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Paella! He remembered eating it with Spain when he was much younger. When was the last time he had tasted that mouth-watering dish? His stomach growled quietly in agreement.
"Whatever."
Could Spain's grin grow anymore?
Antonio took his hand into his. Romano bit his lip. He hadn't even given the blush a chance to leave his cheeks yet. He froze from the contact but was quickly dragged towards Spain's house.
He does these things so casually...
"O-of course I've changed!"
But South Italy was probably just as vulgar as he was when he was a kid. He was probably too mature as a kid, talking about girls and probably swearing too. He hadn't changed and neither had Antonio.
Big and handsome... Too many girls...
Oh how Romano wished that were true. Antonio seemed to know just what to say to boost the Italian's ego. But it didn't matter how charming he was to the girls they seemed to turn him down all the time, just another thing his brother was better at-- Fanculo! That's not true...!
But the Southern Italian smirked nonetheless. Was Spain really upset about that idea? He had learnt quite quickly that Spain was all too gullable and for once he could use this to his advantage.
"I'll keep calling you an idiot for as long as you act like one and sure, there's been loads of girls," lies, there have been like 3 in how many years? "Maybe I got a little distracted..."
Even though I did f*** all back at home... Idiot, you were meant to see 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: Sun Oct 11, 2009 10:21 am
[Ooc| Aww it's okay x3 don't worry~ also, short post is short. Sorry. -fails- D:]
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.
Antonio felt something in his stomach churn as Lovino spoke of girls back home. Any normal person would have immediately recognized it to be jealousy- jealousy because someone else was taking the attention that he wanted from the Southern Italian. Antonio quickly disregarded it as the fact that he was just really hungry and his stomach was doing weird things.
"And you haven't stayed with one? Ohhh, come on, Lovi! I'm surprised you don't have a permanent girl at your arm!" his voice cracked somewhere in his lively statement, but his smile stayed put. His emotions, his true emotions- they wanted to peak, they wanted to make themselves known, that he could be secretly jealous, but this was Spain. A smile would forever stay on his face, no matter what.
"But speaking of girls, I've been seeing Belgium recently!" not in the way of dating, mind you. Spain had no time for things like that. He only had time for friendly banters or visits. And as they reached the kitchen and he let go of Lovino's hand, he began to search for his leftover paella. "She's become such a beautiful lady! I wish you could see her now!" I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 11:38 am
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! "Permanent girl? You really are an idiot..."
He was slow enough to not know what he meant by that, or so Romano hoped. It didn't seem that Spain had a clue about what he really felt...
Belgium? They're just friends, right?
"Why are you hanging out with her?"
His tone was slightly bitter but then that wasn't out of the ordinairy.
Now his hand was empty, his frown deepened. He crossed his arms and gripped the sides of his shirt.
"If she's so beautiful, you'll hook me up right?"
He meant it as a joke but saying that when Spain still had no clue was painful. He showed his 'askew 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: Sun Oct 11, 2009 12:17 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.
"Lovino! Stop with the name calling... it's not cute at all!" Antonio glanced over from his search of the delicious food and he fixed a steady look at the Southern Italian. After that, he turned back to the refrigerator, where he found the large tray of paella and he pulled it out, carefully, balancing it on his bent knee warily as he closed the door to the fridge. "Aww, calm down, Lovi. I've been needing someone to keep me company these last few months, after all, and Belgium's always there whenever I need some company!"
Now, as he settled the paella on the counter top for a second, Antonio looked over to Lovino with a small smile. Oh, look at him, still wanting to get some girls. And now that he thought about it, Belgium and his Lovino would be rather cute together, but he didn't think Belgium could last one day with the potty-mouthed boy.
"She wouldn't last a day with you!" it was a stupid idea to voice his thoughts, but oh, he did. "She's such a polite girl... and- well- I can put up with you better." he walked over and, seemingly out of the blue, pulled the Southern Italian closer and held him close to his chest, hugging him tight. "And what if you two did work out and got married and ran off? I'd never get to see my precious Lovi!!" I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 11:45 am
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Why would you need Belgium though? Why not m-- Sta'zitto, stupido! [shut up, stupid!]
Romano pouted but remained silent since he couldn't think of any thoughts he actually wanted to voice.
"Hey, you b*****d! What's so bad about me that makes me so hard to--"
But at that moment Spain had just pulled him into a hug and suddenly all ideas of what words were going to come next in the sentence were lost.
W-what was I saying, again?
Romano burried his face into the Spaniard's shoulder, revelling in his warmth but kept his arms folded.
'Precious'... Why would you say that about me? I'm nothing special...
"'Got married', like that'll happen... Like it or not I'm gonna be sticking around longer than that."
Romano hid his smile through Antonio's shirt.
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 Oct 12, 2009 2:54 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.
Antonio ignored all comments after he felt Romano bury his head into his shoulder, getting closer to him. He smiled brightly and his hug around the boy tightened. He was quiet, for a while, but soon he spoke again, and his voice was a hushed whisper. "I'm not complaining," he mused and even turned his head to rub his head against Romano's softly. He noticed that, as he did so, he felt something rub against his own head in return. It was probably that silly curl.
"I love seeing you, Lovi!! You really, really need to visit more... it was lonely without you! Sure, Belgium and I had a loooot of fun times together, but it's not the same without you here!" Antonio chuckled with glee as he continued to hug the young boy close, sighing with happiness, glad that he hadn't been headbutted just yet.
"You like seeing Boss too, right, Lovi?" and he pulled back to look at Romano with this.. look. This look of happiness and excitement and hope that he wouldn't say no. It could have been similar to a puppy wanting attention, but Antonio was no puppy [although he had heard people comparing him to being as cute as a button... but he was sure he wasn't a button, either!]
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 10:52 am
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Antonio was so warm and he smiled just that bit more when he felt the hug tighten. But then he felt a shiver down his spine, not an unpleasant one, infact it felt kinda nice...
Whoah! It's that curl again...
What was with this picture? Him letting Spain hold him so close with this rather pleasant feeling...
B-basta! [enough!]
But Antonio pulled away from the hug and Romano had just realised that he hadn't heard any of what he had just said. He managed to catch the last sentence though.
With a finger looped around the curl and a furious blush he decided to let that little incident pass, in fact, best to forget about it all together!
"U-uh" Romano attempted to collect his cool again before another stutter left his mouth.
"You like seeing Boss too, right, Lovi?"
He was about to say 'no', (a complete lie) but something about Spain's [removed](as Spain would of put it, it was kinda 'cute') almost compelled him to say yes, almost. But then for some reason he never could sound happy or affectionate.
"Maybe. Hey, what happened to the Paella?"
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 Oct 13, 2009 2:45 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.
Antonio's smile faltered, a bit. He hadn't said yes, and he hadn't said no, and usually 'maybe' was taken as a yes, but this was South Italy. With him, it could mostly be no, since the boy was so negative most of the time. And at the thought that maybe, just maybe, Romano didn't like seeing him, a small pout appeared on his face.
Saaad faceee.
"Paella. Right." taking a few steps back, Antonio whirled around and turned to the large round tray that held the delicious Spanish meal. The rice was still as pretty and yellow as ever, mariscos adorned the sides; shrimp, shrimp, a little clam and even more shrimp... it looked so good already, and he hadn't even heated it up!
So he took out a plate from the nearest cabinet and put a generous amount of food onto it. Afterwards, he went over to his microwave [a wonderful invention, he'd come to learn] to heat up the cold food. He was not going to heat it up for long, just a minute or so, and as he pressed the happy little 'GO' button, he turned to lean on the counter top and wait.
Absentmindedly, his gaze went back to Romano. The pout went away when he saw that adorable face and he smiled warmly towards him, all earlier thoughts forgotten, just like that.
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 4:13 pm
Non essere stupido...
Non so cosa dire... ma voglio- ...
Non lasciarmi, idiota! Idiot.
Of course Antonio read his answer to be 'no'. He really was oblivious. How could he have no idea? But then what did Romano actually expect?
After all Romano never did try to voice or show any of his true emotions, his true feelings. Just the very idea made him cringe!
"What's with the sad face?"
The pout on the Spaniard's face gave Lovino a slight feeling of guilt but it wasn't long before the usual smile returned, so the Italian had to alter his wording...
"What are you grinning at, jerk?"
Oh every word Lovino uttered sounded so harsh, but he didn't mean for it to come out that way.
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 Oct 16, 2009 6:16 pm
Yo soy un torero.i am a bullfighter.
Antonio merely shook his head, and he found that he took pleasure in just smiling at the other and overlooking him. His round, round face- not as chubby as when he'd been young and in that adorable maiden's dress, but still as round and beautiful. His hair, slick and fringed, brown as rich chocolate. His eyes, focused on him with such mystery. Never could he really tell what the Italian was truly feeling, because while his words and actions yelled one thing, his eyes would whisper another, and he would be completely lost.
Speaking of completely lost- he hadn't heard a word of what his Romano had said.
Oops.
"...you're so cute!" was all he decided to say then, and his cheerful laugh rung throughout the kitchen shortly after he cried with glee. It was no lie- in his eyes, the boy before him was the cutest thing he'd ever see, no doubt about that. "You're just so cute, Lovi." and Antonio's smile grew, but faltered a bit when he heard a beep. The paella! It was done reheating.
With that, he turned around to fetch it, pulling the plate out of the microwave and sauntering over to the nearest table, setting the plate down just for his Romano. "Come on, eat, eat! And if you want, I'll get you a tomato on the side~!"
I will fight for you.
I will dance through danger.
Are you not entertained?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
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