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 Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 6:33 pm
{Editted}
xxxxxxx.:C a r n e v a l exxx d ixxx V e n e z i a:.
It is the start of February, a time when the Venetians start their fiesta of colour, and masked mystery. Will you join us amongst the Casanovas of this romantic city of long canals and well-kept secrets?
You've received an invitations from the Italians, so put on your mask and join us for these two weeks of fiesta~
You shall be staying in a grand hotel with a stunning view and room
.:Weather:.
coldxxxxxchilledxxxxxmildxxxxxwarmxxxxxhot
cloudyxxxxxsunny/clearxxxxxslight rainxxxxxstormy
S U DxxxxxI T A L I A  Romano was getting sick of this. His dad would not shut up - always moaning and expecting Alvaro to clean up their tip of a house. Ha, if Lovino was allowed to be lazy, so was his son! Through a frustrated moment of trying to prevent himself from strangling the old b*****d he left and headed north.
It was February and the air was cooler here. The beginning of february was the beginning of fiesta time. The famous Carneval di Venezia would be upon them soon... hey a fiesta sounded like a nice break from Alvaro's usual routine... of nothing much.
He could always trust Zio Feliciano to be so much easier going and it had been a while since he'd seen his cousin Adelina. Not that they didn't annoy him either, but at least they weren't bossy.
He stood outside the house. The architecture of Venezia always amazed him. He knocked but impatiently shouted after. "Eeh! Adelina, it's Alvaro! Open up!"[[OOC| orz my post in here sorry~]]
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 6:57 pm
NORTH ITALY
as Adelina heard the door her curl stood up.
"ve,Alvaro?" she smiled and she herself stood up as well.
the italian girl ran to the door and opened it without hesitation.
"Ciao!" she yelled at her cousin,closing her eyes and still smiling. The cute one :3 (short post D: Excuse my nooby-ness.)
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 7:18 pm
S U DxxxxxI T A L I A Alvaro blinked at the sheer speed of his cousin and the sudden and loud greeting. He sighed and half smiled before greeting her with a kiss upon both cheeks and a slur of the word 'Ciao' under his breath.
He wondered in and dumped his bag in the middle of the hallway. "I'm staying with you - the mafia's messing up my house and my stupid papa wants me to clean it up."Romano never bothered to ask politely, instead just told North what was happening.
"Isn't the carnival of Venice soon? Fiestas, siestas, wine, tomatoes are all I need."[[OOC! Quick idea!! Carnival of Venice - the masquerade type fiesta!! We should invite everyone to that, a masquerade should be fun!]]
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 7:37 pm
NORTH ITALY She put one finger on her lips."I think it is....I dont keep track of these types of things."
Adelina looked at her cousin,she decided it might get silent if she didnt supply a good conversation.
"But Isnt that just what everyone needs? especially when the mafia just F**ks up everything?" she said in an adorable voice,not noticing that she had just cursed again,which her father had told her not to do. The cute one :3 {OC: AGREED. just. plain,win. xd ]
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 8:11 pm
S U DxxxxxI T A L I A It didn't matter how many years Romano had known this girl, whenever she swore it always took him aback. His father had blamed his influence on the girl for this, but he blamed everyone for everything. Maybe the Southern Italian was tainting the North?
"Idiot, you should know when these things are! We have to prepare for the fiesta - please tell me you have a costume?
And yeah... the mafia sucks."
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 8:45 pm
NORTH ITALY Adelina smiled the way her father would,with her eyes closed."Probably."She opened her eyes and dashed off to her room,about a minute later she returned with a black suit,and holding up a mask that looked like This"How's that?" she said,hoping her cousin would be pleased.The cute one :3
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 9:59 am
S U DxxxxxI T A L I A Alvaro sighed and then pinched his cousin's cheek. He didn't know why he felt so tempted to. She was adorably annoying.
"It'll have to do."
He quite liked this time of year. It might be a Venetian celebration, and so a little crazy but he always enjoyed chatting up the girls behind the mask. He supposed this year would be different though. He was just concerned about wearing so many frills."I'm not cooking this time. It's you're problem if you have worked out the banquet food yet. I'm here to be lazy."Alvaro felt right at home here. He walked to the kitchen and found left over pizza slices and took a few."Mfha' abou' decorations?" his words were half muffled through pizza
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 11:21 am
NORTH ITALY "Can't do everything,sadly Im not a superhuman yet." she sighed."Yea,I have them." completly going against what she had just said.
Adelina walked to the boy and looked at the pizza left from...she couldnt remember."and this should do for food!" she picked up a slice,obviously,she hadn't done much. The cute one :3
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 1:54 pm
 Adelbert Beillschmidt[Prussia]
xxxxx"Excuse me...pardon...sorry...uhm....spia...cente...?", the white-haired male pushed through the crowds of people. He had never, in all his years alive, seen Italy this busy. Then again, he hadn't really been here all that often. And when he had, he was dutifully trailing his dad as Gilbert went to visit Antonio, who was more than likely visiting Lovino. But to a young Adelbert, he felt like he was really only there to keep some kind of control of his father. But eventually, Gilbert stopped taking him places, and just dumped him with Uncle Ludwig instead. Which wasn't bad, he just got even more worried about his dad instead.
xxxxxWhich was why Liesel was a godsend. She's always tell him not to worry, and he could focus on her, instead of something else.
xxxxxBut Liesel wasn't here right now, and that posed a problem.
xxxxxBecause in the streets of Italy, there were booths being set up, people with masks and costumes of all things, were bustling about.
xxxxxThe fact that he couldn't really speak Italian well was a major handicap as well. It was only by a miracle that Adelbert made it to the Italy's house. Just because he was confused to high hell about what was going on around the place didn't mean he would skimp out on an apology.
xxxxxThe long-awaited apology that went unspoken ever since that cafe incident... Hungary, he had apologized for. Alvaro, not so much. So he knocked on the door with an uncomfortable "Hello?", not even sure if he was really in the right place anymore.
((I hope this is okay. :/ I can delete if it's too early. :3 ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 2:17 pm
S U DxxxxxI T A L I A Alvaro blinked at her. "Che cosa?"This food was old, but he was hungry. This was definitely not enough for the festival! He was starting to see echoes of last year where he had stressed over making litres of tomato sauce for the lasagna. Ha, no that wasn't happening. "You're worrying."Alvaro spoke simply before he heard a knock at the door and greeting accompanied with a German accent. Romano stopped eating and dropped the other slices on the table. "Adelina? Why-- ... Do you know Adelbert?"The question was rhetorical and he pulled her by the wrist to the front door and opened it. He knew she would have met him vaguely in the pass as a child, through their parent's relations but maybe she had forgotten about him. Point being... what was he doing in Italy? "What do you want?" The elder Italian glared at the German, not opening the door completely, he wasn't going to get into another fight with the guy this time. Fighting involved effort!
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 2:29 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ♥ ▬ xxxxIt's a { M a s q u e r a d e }...Right [ A p o l l o ]?xxxx Orginally it was supposed to be a quite stroll through the streets of Greece, but now they were in Italian territory. Just for a peek. Theo wasn't sure of his father's relations with the older Italian, Feliciano, but he knew that their great grandparents were in some way associated.
It wouldn't hurt going over and saying hello, would it?
"Apollo..."
Theo looked down at the loose shoelace that clipped against the ground as they walked, soon coming to a stop and lowering himself to his knees.
"Sweetie, your shoelace is untied..." He whispered in a hush voice, wiping a smudge of chocolate pudding from his son's cheek and taking the empty container from him. Seriously, couldn't he stay tidy for a few seconds?
However, Theo smiled dearly and reached down to tie them, but Apollo had withdrawn and frowned.
"Nwoo!"
The Grecian tilted his head, furrowing his brow in confusion. "Why no?"
After several seconds of gabbering and not so deep explaination, a laugh slipped from his throat, catching the attention of several passing Italians. Apollo's face was red with furry and embarrassment all because he wanted to be looked at. Admired. Giggled at by the pretty girls.
"Stop being so~" He hummed, scooping his darling up into his arms and planting a kiss to his puffy soft cheeks. "Éla, o bampás tha mas synantí̱sei ekeí. Ok?"
"Hmph!"
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It wasn't long before Theo and Apollo crawled through the busy crowds of Italy and came to a brief stop infront of an old house.
Prussia was outside, his bleach white hair making him awkwardly stand out more than anything. However, as Theo approached Apollo grew silent, clinging to his daddy's shoulder. But just as they were near enough, the door was opened just a bit to show a shady figure on the other side.
"...Hm? ...Adelbert? Wha... What's going on?" He asked, Apollo throwing a sharp glare at the German.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 2:31 pm
Adelbert Beillschmidt[Prussia]
"...I want to apologize for my behavior towards you concerning the incident in Herr Bonnefoy's cafe.", he started saying after a moment of hestitation. He hated himself more for taking this long to apologize, rather than having to do it at all.
"You weren't at your house, so I thought you were here instead.", Adelbert added, explaining why he was at North Italy's place rather than South Italy's. Noth that it was really any different down there. There were still alot of commotion, and he really only made progress after he started talking to the locals, asking about his destination.
Of course, his butchering of the Italian language hadn't helped any either. He either got laughed at, or yelled at. All in all, it had been a pretty embarassing day.
"At first I wasn't sure if I was in the right place,", that was an understatement. It was pretty and all, but damned if it wasn't confusing. "But the people in masks and costumes were speaking Italian, so I knew I was at least in the right country...".
"Anyway, it was improper of me to act in the way I did, and if there's anything I could do to make up for it, I would gladly do it to make amends.". Well now, didn't he sound like a lawyer?
Adelbert's hands twitched uncomfortably as he moved to the side for Greece and his children. Why were they glaring at him? Did he do something to them as well? Dear lord, he hoped not. Apologizing was something he seemed to have to do often. But if it was warranted, then he wasn't going to argue with it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 2:58 pm
S U DxxxxxI T A L I A Alvaro fought with his mind as to how he was supposed to react to this. He was inexperienced when it came to politeness and courtesy, yet a small voice said that maybe... maybe, Alvaro was partly to blame for all of that too and he should apologise in return. But he laughed down that thought. The Italian had pride he had to maintain. He wasn't going to start groveling for forgiveness in return to the German! He should slam the door in his face, he didn't have time to waste with him! "Eh... Batardo! You came all this way to--...? Eh, vero. Um... thanks for the apology, I guess. I suppose you weren't completely at fault." Damn it! So much for Italian pride... His father would be ashamed, but that was the closest Adelbert was going to get of an apology in return. "But you know what? You can help us with the preparations for the fiesta."No, he really wasn't going to be cooking tomato sauce till kingdom come, he had Adelbert to help. He opened the door further and turned to the new guests, expectantly. Greece and... some kid that looked like he was clinging on for dear life. But he waved subtly at the todler, not smiling but with apathy, almost still an expression of annoyance. He wasn't annoyed, he just never really stopped frowning.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 3:12 pm
Adelbert Beillschmidt[Prussia]
Adelbert's expression was one of immediate relief. How many times had he dreamed of a rejection? Of course, he'd had people just simply never forgive him for what he's done, but if it was a country, it would be a completely different matter. Relations had to be good, otherwise, it would make Liesel look bad.
And he would die before he was the cause of that.
Die.
"Fiesta...means party, right?", he asked, still wary of Greece's child. Speaking of..."I'm apologizing.", the German said to Greece. "For that time at the cafe.".
So if there was a party going on, that would explain all the commotion. The festivities here looked drastically different from the ones back at home. And if Alvaro was willing to let him help, then he would be honored to do so. The task being repetenance had nothing to do with it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 4:13 pm
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