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 Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 8:31 am
This is a private roleplay between myself, .Peanutbuttered Muffin. and Nidachu. It's an Aléon roleplay and may get mature (definitely rate Teen) so viewers discretion advised.
Plot... Okay so Alvaro and Léon have been happy together for a while now... maybe it's time to tell the parents? Dear god... Lovino's going to freak, and Francis... well let's not talk about that.  This isn't awkward...
xxxxxxLéon...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLovino... E-eh papa, è regazzo mio...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't freak out!
Pomodoro mio~
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Я σ м ∂ η σ -...- А l ν α r σ
His father scared him whenever he looked at him in that way, even his own son was finding it hard to predict the next moment his father would lose it. It was an uneasy silence as Lovino stared at the new Romano but Alvaro stood his ground and glared right back at him.
"Che?"
"I said we need to talk, you even listening to me?!"
"Yeah, I heard you the first time! What have you done now, idiot?"
Alvaro sighed, he was always accused even if he was innocent. He opened the fridge to examine what they had, even though the best ingredients were outside in their garden, then he got a sharp hit on the back the head by his father.
"Now who's not listening?!"
"I invited Léon over for dinner."
He decided to leave his father with those quickly spluttered words and left the house before his father could even call him 'Bastardo!'
He hadn't told his father of his relationship with the new France. He was too scared as to how he would react and he needed Léon to be there beside him. He knew Lovino always hated the French from the first generation and in some ways Alvaro thought that maybe his father just didn't want South Italy to become too attached to any of the other countries and remain as an outsider of Europe. Just because Lovino had never been able to voice his feelings to Antonio properly didn't mean Alvaro had to do the same.
Alvaro wondered the streets of Roma as he began to imagine the scenario in his head.
He tried to ignore it and find his way to the Trevi fountain where he said he would meet Léon. Luckily it was early enough in the morning for it not to be crowded with tourists. He looked around for the Frenchman but he hadn't arrived yet. He checked his watch and cursed. He was really early. He supposed being eager to see France again.. Being eager to get away from Lovino made him forget about running on Italian time. He sat down on the edge and trailed his fingers through the water. Then he paused for a moment and took out a coin from his jeans' pocket.
"Vorrei che..." He threw the coin over his shoulder and into the fountain. Normally he'd leave that kind of thing to the tourists, but he was feeling even more superstitious today.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 9:03 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ρ ɑ ρ ì ɭ ɭ σ ɳ ~ Don't you think it's time xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHe x k n e w . . . ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't x w o r r y xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI won't make it awkward ~  ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Being neighbours with Italy certainly suited France. Being so close to his love, it was reassuring. More often than not though, it was Alvaro who usually came running into France, away from his father. Léon had rarely seen the sights of Rome - the sights that could only be so beautiful if manifested as his papillon. So of course, the night before, during their phonecall, Léon was all too happy to receive an invitation - albeit hesitant one - for dinner, to meet uncle Lovino. They had met on a few occasions before, but the older Romano's detest for the French died hard - he never really gave him a chance.
But, he had to know at some point. It was only a matter of time before he found out for himself and dieu, that would just be disastrous. Truthfully, Léon hadn't told Francis yet, either, but his reaction was much easier to predict; he'd be happy - more than happy - he'd be freaking ecstatic to the point where it would just be creepy and there would be no way Lovino would accept the French into his family. Maybe this way, they could ween the stubborn, older South Italy into agreement, without an overly happy Francis ruining it.
Léon mused to himself as he walked the streets of Rome, thinking of the possibilities if yes, it did all go well. It made his stomach flap as he giggled to himself. The morning was bright and cool, a light breeze whipping around as he turned to the street where their rendezvous should have been. But no. Whoops, wrong fountain. Léon being Léon, he didn't bring a map. And now he was lost. He looked around at the virtually empty streets, scratching the back of his neck before glancing at his watch. Okay, damn, now he was late.
He reached into his pocket and flipped open his phone, hitting speed-dial, 'Alvi~ <3'. "Ah, salut, Alvi... Umm, I'm a little lost. Any chance of you coming to find me...?" the Frenchman could already pretty much feel the groan of 'you're so useless' resound through the phone. Let's make it
an evening
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to remember
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 10:56 am
This isn't awkward...
xxxxxxLéon...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLovino... E-eh papa, è regazzo mio...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't freak out!
Pomodoro mio~
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Я σ м ∂ η σ -...- А l ν α r σ
Alvaro found himself jumping to his feet when he felt the slight buzz in his back pocket and frowning at the Italians laughing at him nearby. "Ciao, Léon..."
The Italian sighed but couldn't help but laugh at how pathetic he was. But dio... it meant he had to find him, that idiot. Not that it should be too hard, since he knew this city like the back of his hand.
"Stupido... Can you see the cathedral where you are? Are you at a piazza? Piazza Navonna? Damn you, bring a map next time idiot!"
He couldn't make that sound half as bitter as it was intended to because just hearing the other's voice on the other side made him grin like an idiot and he even blushed when he noticed people were still looking at him. Italians were so nosy!
Alvaro started walking. The piazza wasn't that far but he was glad he bought his vespa anyway. He drove past the red lights because their weren't any cars coming! Or they were just being too slow... he was beginning to inherit a Neapolitan attitude - this wasn't a good thing he blamed his father for it.
"Don't move... I'll get you."[[OOC| pretend he's there if you want to = w=]]
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 12:20 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ρ ɑ ρ ì ɭ ɭ σ ɳ ~ Don't you think it's time xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHe x k n e w . . . ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't x w o r r y xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI won't make it awkward ~ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Léon looked around at his surroundings, seemingly completely lost at what the Italian was saying. Cathedral... Yes, he knew what that was. Piazza... Plaza, right? Uh, he had no idea. There weren't very many people around, it didn't really look like a plaza. "Uh... There's a cathedral, yeah, and a really big and beautiful fountain," at this description, he made big gestures with his free arm, scaling the fountain. "- I thought that's where we were meant to be meeting, aha... Okay, I trust you can find me, amour, I'll be waiting~" and with that he hung up, tucking the phone into his back-pocket, heading over to the fountain.
The Southern Italian didn't disappoint, it was only a matter of minutes before he came riding by on his vespa, the hum of the engine breaking Léon's daydream, his eyes following the vehicle as it came to a stop, that sweet smile never leaving his lips. He pushed himself off the edge of the fountain, before discreetly flicking a coin he had been fiddling with into it, to join the image of distorted bronze and silver wished-upon circles in their watery home.
Je souhaite...
He kept a fixed, soft gaze upon Alvaro, walking toward him, breaking into a chuckle as he got closer. "I'm sorry, I know I'm useless~" he said with an apologetic expression, but an uncontrolled smirk breaking through. He leant down to the Italian's cheek, kissing it lightly, his hand slinking through his brown locks.
"You don't wear a helmet, chérie? That's so dangerous~" he spoke softly, keeping his face close to his Italian counterpart. Let's make it
an evening
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to remember
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 2:00 pm
This isn't awkward...
xxxxxxLéon...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLovino... E-eh papa, è regazzo mio...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't freak out!
Pomodoro mio~
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Я σ м ∂ η σ -...- А l ν α r σ
Alvaro left the engine running, still holding onto the bike with both hands as he let the Frenchman bend down to kiss him. Romano hit him lightly across the head. This scene wasn't uncommon, for France to show smalls gestures of love and for Romano to return them with a more violent form of tease. Unlike his father, he never hit to hurt unless he truly meant it.
"Useless." Romano repeated his words, failing to hide his own smirk, already quickly entranced by the other's crystal blue eyes before he turned away to act more casually. "Dangerous? All helmets do are mess up your hair and make you look like an idiot. I've crashed loads of times before and it's not bothered me... And they... get in the way..." ... of the curl...
Alvaro stared at the handlebars for some moments, fidgeting slightly, before turning back to the Frenchman to pull him into a kiss, but to his lips this time. It was only a short moment before the heat in his cheeks and the speed of his heart became to much and the Italian pulled away, trying to hide his blush.
"Eeeh... J-just get on the back, idiot. Lets kill sometime before we go to mine."
He felt another buzz in his back pocket but ignored it. He knew who it would be and he just did not want to bother with his father right now.
Romano laughed and turned back to the blonde, "Do you want a helmet?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 3:30 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ρ ɑ ρ ì ɭ ɭ σ ɳ ~ Don't you think it's time xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHe x k n e w . . . ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't x w o r r y xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI won't make it awkward ~ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Alvaro took the Frenchman by surprise a little - he wasn't usually the one to implement these sorts of things. Not that he complained of course. Léon smiled beneath the kiss, against the Italian's lips, reveling in the soft passion of their connection. All too quickly though, it broke, Alvaro pulling away. Léon turned his lips into a little pout, a pout with the slightest upturn at the sides, as if to say 'hey, that's it~?'. But that red pigment painted lightly on Romano's cheeks was enough for that pout to turn into a cheeky grin. He let his fingers play with the soft brown curls absentmindedly as he listened to the flustered Italian.
"Hm~? Well, if you won't wear the helmet, it wouldn't be fair if I would. But... the fact that you've been in crashes, it unnerves me, hm~" he tapped his chin in mock thought, before tapping Alvaro's nose, "I'll trust your judgement as to whether or not I should wear one~"
Winking, he trailed a his hand along the Italian's shoulder as he moved around to the back of the bike, straddling the backseat. He wrapped his arms around the slim waist in front of him, bucking himself forward, closer to Alvaro's lower back. Just to get a better sitting, of course. He leant forward, pressing his chest into him, resting his chin on a shoulder, tilting his head, his lips near his ear, "I've missed you~" he whispered, squeezing for a second before releasing. "So~ Show me around, will you~?" Let's make it
an evening
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 9:40 am
This isn't awkward...
xxxxxxLéon...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLovino... E-eh papa, è regazzo mio...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't freak out!
Pomodoro mio~
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Я σ м ∂ η σ -...- А l ν α r σ
Alvaro flinched as Léon's fingers played with his hair - so close to the curl...
"Uh... heh. Only if you trust me not to crash? I've never... never crashed- n-never... seriously..." He took a sharp intake of air as he felt his hands move around his waist and France edging in closer to him. He was so distracting! How could he think of comebacks when he was holding on so tightly?
He could feel the heat from the Frenchman and it made his own cheeks heat up.
"I... I guess I missed you too, even though you are an idiot." Alvaro pinched Léon's nose.
Damn, idiot was making his heart race. If he was going to crash it would be his fault!
He kicked the bike back upright to start what seemed to be a daily race and fight with the other Italian drivers. The streets were loud enough with Italian curses - they weren't cursing because they were angry they just liked cursing at the other drivers - but with Italians using their horns needlessly it just added to the chaos. Strangely enough they didn't crash that much - if there was a crash it would be the Northern Italian's fault for stopping at the red lights! The lights were merely suggestions! If there were no cars, you skip them.
The colosseum soon came into view. "Lets start with the obvious. See great Nono Roma's achievements."
Alvaro stopped. There were no parking spaces here, it was not permitted to actually park here but Romano had stopped anyway and turned his head slightly to look at France. "You can get off me now."
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 2:37 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ρ ɑ ρ ì ɭ ɭ σ ɳ ~ Don't you think it's time xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHe x k n e w . . . ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't x w o r r y xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI won't make it awkward ~ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ The Southern Italian's subtle yet noticeable reactions to Léon's moves were just too cute. It's true, the Frenchman had missed this. He chuckled and twitched his nose as it was tweaked, nuzzling it into Alvaro's shoulder. He just grinned, holding the Italian close as the engine started up, masking the increasing thump of his chest, the vibrations that Léon felt through his back. Truth be told, he had never been on a bike before. At least, not a motorised one. He was a little apprehensive, but he trusted his brown-haired beauty, fulling believing he could keep them safe.
And even if he couldn't, there was no doubting Léon would.
The wind bellowed around the French nation, whipping his hair and jacket back, an exhilarating rush. He found himself laughing and only holding the Italian closer - partly for fear of falling off - but leaning his head back, letting his face catch every hit of the gale. His own heart started to race. No lie, these streets were physically terrifying. He was just glad he had Romano with him, there was no way he'd survive here alone. Honestly, the streets of Paris weren't fantastic for cyclists, but not as bad as this.
All too quickly, this rollercoaster ride came to a halt. Giggling a little he looked around at where they were. Ah, he'd definitely heard of this place~ It was so much more magnificent in reality. He smiled at the Italian. "Ahaha, that was fun~ Zut..~" he sighed out, wiping a tear from his eye. That was strong wind, y'know. "Get off you? But I don't want toooo~" he grinned, reverting into a failed pout before turning Alvaro around to him, pressing down on those sweet lips with his own, fingers trailing down his cheek.
So warm~
Suddenly, France was filled with bliss. He released his hold and bumped their noses together. "This place is beautiful~" he whispered. Let's make it
an evening
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 8:13 am
This isn't awkward...
xxxxxxLéon...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLovino... E-eh papa, è regazzo mio...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't freak out!
Pomodoro mio~
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Я σ м ∂ η σ -...- А l ν α r σ
"You're such a kid, you--" Before he could finish, the Frenchman managed to find a technique to keep the Italian quiet. Once the sweet contact between their lips was broken, he felt that all logical thought smelted away with it. He looked back at Léon as if stuck between dream and reality, slightly dazed, slightly lost. He blinked and looked around as if he needed to remind himself where they were.
"Of course it's beautiful. It's Roma."
Romano got off and carefully chained the bike to a sign post, making sure no idiot would try to steal it.
"Andiamo, stupido." Alvaro smirked and grabbed the other's wrist, tugging him up onto his feet.
Today's weather was going to be nice, Romano could tell. France was lucky, last week there were massive thunderstorms but now it was threatening to be 40 degrees and sunny. Alvaro put on his shades and walked briskly, almost eagerly, towards the grand structure, holding on tightly to Léon's wrist.
For a moment the scene was almost like Greece, with the ancient building and a couple of stray cats wandering aimlessly between their legs.
[[OOC| fail post... orz]]
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 10:24 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ρ ɑ ρ ì ɭ ɭ σ ɳ ~ Don't you think it's time xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHe x k n e w . . . ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't x w o r r y xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI won't make it awkward ~ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ That little flustered expression that looked straight back at Léon was enough to make the Frenchman grin wider and giggle a little. But he couldn't help himself~ Romano had finally given him a brief taste earlier, and now France was pining for more. But no, he'd have to contain himself, it seemed. He watched Alvaro move around and away from him, securing the bike, his eyes following as he draped the chain through, locking it in place. It wasn't long before the Frenchman felt his arm being pulled away from him as he jumped off the bike with a little involuntary squeak, stumbling before following the force dragging his wrist.
"Aha, aren't you the eager one today?" he teased, grinning, speeding up to catch up with him by his side. Wriggling his wrist free from the tight grip, Léon subtly twisted his fingers into the Italian's, tilting his head at the shades. He chuckled, "They look funny on you, papillon~" he commented, reaching over with his free hand to slide them off Alvaro's nose and over his own eyes. "They suit me, right?" he grinned.
The darkened view was certainly welcomed by those cerulean eyes, the morning sun was becoming increasingly blinding and intense. At least this way he could appreciate his surroundings without getting an inevitable headache. "Um, whereabouts are we going...?" not that he minded being dragged along blindly through streets unknown to him. Let's make it
an evening
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 10:58 am
This isn't awkward...
xxxxxxLéon...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLovino... E-eh papa, è regazzo mio...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't freak out!
Pomodoro mio~
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Я σ м ∂ η σ -...- А l ν α r σ
Alvaro felt the Frenchman smoothly intertwine their fingers and he glanced down but he decided not to dispute, this was more comfortable... that's all...
Romano turned to glare at France as the shades were removed from his face and placed onto the other's. He gave him a punch on the shoulder.
"Culo! They do not look funny on me - Italians can pull them off easily, b*****d." The Italian smirked, sharply turning to cross the street, a car stopping suddenly beside them but Alvaro was unfazed. "I'll let you keep them for now though. Only because you might pass out from the heat. It's still morning, wait for midday to come!"
Romano heard France ask about their direction. Truthfully, he was making it up as he went along. He wanted to do anything so long as it delayed the inevitable return back home.
"Food." Alvaro said just as his stomach rumbled. What would be the first thing on an Italian's mind? Food.
They walked past several pizzerias (those things seemed to be every other building here in Rome and the other buildings were posh fashion stores) and even though the smell of the freshly baked pizza doe was overwhelming, it was morning so Alvaro was in the mood for something sweeter.
"Why have you never made me a desert before, Léon? You want to try Italian pastries?"
[[Culo = a*****e *snicker*]]
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 11:43 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ρ ɑ ρ ì ɭ ɭ σ ɳ ~ Don't you think it's time xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHe x k n e w . . . ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't x w o r r y xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI won't make it awkward ~ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Léon just grinned at the insults the Italian threw at him, he knew better than to retaliate, they were just the Italian's way of verbally expressing affection, anyway. But that punch to his shoulder wasn't particularly light. He chuckled while trying to pout, "Hey, oww~ That wasn't very nice-- zut!" he let out as the car screeched to a stop so close to them. He gulped a little. It seemed this was the norm for the Italians...
His free hand found its way to his nape, scratching lightly, trying to ignore the reckless attitudes of the civilians the Alvaro just didn't seem to mind. He turned his attention back to him. "So you admit they look good on me?" he teased again before Alvaro revealed his initiative. Food did sound like a good idea... He had left in quite a rush he only had time to grab a croissant, and a small one at that.
"I've never made you a desert before? Really? Wow, that's bad. Maybe I can make something for tonight~? But for now, Italian pastries sound divine~" Let's make it
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 11:02 am
This isn't awkward...
xxxxxxLéon...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLovino... E-eh papa, è regazzo mio...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't freak out!
Pomodoro mio~
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Я σ м ∂ η σ -...- А l ν α r σ
"Che cosa?! I n-never said that they suited you..." The Italian looked for distractions within the shop window and spoke with a slight mumble. "You don't need the glasses to... urghstazitto..."
Alvaro stared at his shoes as he nudged the glass door and a little bell rang marking their entrance to the shop. They were immediately greeted with a gush of cool air conditioning and an abundance of sweet smells and suddenly a smile was bought back to the young Italian's face.
"Si, make desert for me tonight - maybe you might even be able to impress Lovino. Heh, he's a tough guy to please." Suddenly Alvaro's expression fell and he seemed a bit distant until he laughed nervously and his eyes met with Léon's again.
He turned to the shopkeeper, thinking it was best if he chose for the Frenchman and bought a few pastries and a cone with a few colourful scoops of Italian ice-cream. Was it bad that Alvaro was developing a sweet tooth? Alvaro took a lick before handing it to Léon.
"You can tick that off your list - Italian ice-cream. E... and... about Lovino..." A slightly troubled look fell upon him as he stuttered trying to think of the best way to word this. "Um, if we tell him-- when we tell him... We haven't done anything beyond hug and hold hands or whatever... ha... He's kinda stuck in with traditions and it may not seem like it but he's truly catholic... It's stupid.. yeah... And don't mention anything about your papa, I like him but... Also if you calls you a b*****d or something... it.. doesn't mean he doesn't like you..." At that moment Alvaro blushed and turned away from Léon, "Don't talk about tomatoes - bad season this year and Lovino's kinda annoyed about that. A-and... you know what? I'll do the talking... or shouting, whatever works best. Yeah, that works I think and if he reacts badly... I mean when he reacts badly then it doesn't matter cause I told him.. and he can stuff it."
Alvaro gave a small yet sure nod to himself as he began to trail off into a small conversation with himself as he seemed to have already decided France was going to just keep shut. Alvaro then stuffed a large mouthful of small - almost croissant like pastries with a custard-cream filling inside and his other hand dropped and brushed against Léon's fingers.
It was going to be fine. Maybe Lovino would be okay with it all...
[fail drivel]
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 12:48 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ρ ɑ ρ ì ɭ ɭ σ ɳ ~ Don't you think it's time xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHe x k n e w . . . ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't x w o r r y xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI won't make it awkward ~ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ The cool artificial breeze was welcomed by a light exhale from the Frenchman, still grinning from the little flustered act the Italian just put on for him. Hmm~ these treats looked good. The colours and sweet scents captivated Léon's senses as he drew off the glasses, propping them on his head, watching Alvaro work so effortlessly in his environment, receiving a delightful-looking platter of pastries along with a peculiarly colourful ice-cream cone.
"Hm~ That looks good." he commented at the ice cream offered to him, leaning down to lick it rather than taking it in his own hands.
A sneaky arm slunk around Alvaro's waist, holding it lightly just as he began going off on a tangent, expressing his concerns and conditions about tonight, talking more at the Frenchman rather than to him, all the while Léon keeping a hold on him as they walked back into the blaring streets, eyes flickering back to the rambling Italian every so often. Pauvre Alvi~ He must be so worried...
Léon hummed to himself a little, tapping the glasses back down over his eyes before momentarily squeezing his grip on the Italian."Alvi~" he began in a singsong voice, "You're babbling like a monkey again~" he teased through a giggle. Not that he minded of course, he was so cute when he did that. "Not that I mind of course, you're so cute when you do that~" he grinned. "Buuuut~ stop worrying. Seriously, papillon. you trust me not to mess up, right~?" he tilted his head, giving the Italian a reassuring smile, soft eyes visible from the top of the glasses.
His tongue poked out again, reaching to the cold treat. "Ahh, Alvi, the ice-cream's melting over your hands~! Shall we go somewhere where we can sit..?" Let's make it
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 1:12 pm
This isn't awkward...
xxxxxxLéon...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLovino... E-eh papa, è regazzo mio...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't freak out!
Pomodoro mio~
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"I'm not cute... shut up, I was just thinking..."
Alvaro turned back to Léon to meet his eyes and sighed, subtly leaning closer into the Frenchman, resting his head on his shoulder momentarily before he discovered how awkward it was to walk like that...
"I trust you... but I can't make any promises for Lovino. I can't live with that guy."
'That guy' was his father, or so that was what he was supposed to think but that minor detail often escaped Alvaro. He supposed there were the odd moments when they got along and his father almost eased up around him - but ever since he adopted the title of 'South Italy' he was becoming more distant and more snappy than ever.
His mind was bought back to reality as France spoke and he felt the sticky sweet liquid trailing past his fingers. He went to lick it off but in the process ended up getting ice-cream on his nose as well and went to wipe it off with his free sleeve, licking his lips.
"Idiot! If you took it from me, this wouldn't have happened! Oh.. um.. we could sit over there."
Alvaro pointed at a bench close to the river.
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