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[2014-04-19 05:57:57 +0000 UTC]
"//yawns quietly"
(Italy)
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# About me
"Italy is a
dream that
keeps
returning
for the rest
of your life"
- Anna Akhmatova
👍: 0 ⏩: 2 // so cute just touch the curl 👍: 0 ⏩: 0 [[ idk if I can comment here, but I just wanted to say that I love your profile!! I love the idea, it's very unique!! Would you like to rp? ;w; ]] 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 [[gASP of course you can-! 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 [[ o yay~ 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 [[It's not that you're intimidating! I just can't talk to people- 👍: 0 ⏩: 0 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 [[You're the second person to tell me that, oh my god- /)//w//(\ 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 [[You're too kind! 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 [[Yes, Feliciano in my AU. That seems good! Would you like to start?]] 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 { Sure. } 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 Lovino stumbled out of his car, leaning on it for support. He was badly bleeding, and he was very weak. 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 Feliciano blinked a few times, gazing at the other with a puzzled look. "Fratellone?" He asked, surprised to see him, how come his wounds wasn't healing yet? He quickly rushed over to him, draping Lovino's arm around Feli's shoulder for support. "H-how- Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes widening, wondering if he's okay. He's badly bleeding and he's not healing, this is very bad. 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 Lovino looked at Feliciano. He was just as confused. He held up his now-broken phone. "... I... was just on the phone with you...?" He was taking deep breaths. He didn't know how much longer he had... 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 Feliciano blinked in utter confusion, and shook his head slightly. Feli had not talked to Romano since this morning, who was at home doing paperwork, well at least he thought he was until he saw him right in front of him. Unknown to him that this male just happens to look like the half nation he calls his brother. "Romano? Did you hit your head really hard in that crash? And why aren't you ato home finishing your paperwork? More importantly why haven't your wounds healed yet?" The northern Italian asked, looking at Lovino's bleeding forehead. 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 "R-Romano? I'm not a cheese-" Lovino let out a slight groan. "I don't have paperwork... and my wounds are bound to heal eventually, Feliciano..." 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 "I know you're not cheese fratello, just- wait what? Why are you calling me by-" Feliciano blinked, finally put the dots together, this man that looked like the half nation he calls his brothrr, was a human look-a-like. Well anything is possible, now a days. He sighed softly as tightened his grip on Lovino slightly. "Si, si... I'm sorry Lovino." He said with a pained look on his face. He figured the other's name would be Romano's human name, sine he had called Feliciano by his. "L-let's get you to a hospital, quickly." He said, before picking Lovino up, he was lighter than Romano, that was sure. He didn't want the other to die, since he looked so much like Romano. He ran towards the hospital as fast as he could while carrying Lovino, that would be much faster than waiting on a ambulance. 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 Lovino stared up at his brother's look-alike. This man was making less sense than he was...! But... he was being saved... at that's all that mattered. Lovino eventually passed out in Feliciano's arms. 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 Feliciano noticed when the other passed out, dammit, he doesn't even know if he's going to make it before he makes it to the hospitial. After five minutes he made it to the hospital, rushing the other inside. "AIUTO!! AIOTU!! LUI È MALE FURITO!!!" He yelled, thankful to when doctors rushed him to a bedifferent with wheels and rolled to a room. He watched as his brother was pushed away by the doctors while one stayed back to keep him from following Lovino, later when he calmed down she asked Feliciano questions about what happened. 👍: 0 ⏩: 0 "I wanna live in your socks so I can be with you every step of the way." 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 "... Um... Thanks...?" 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 (/ innocently smiles ) 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 //chuckles a bit 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 "I don't think so!" 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 "Ah-" 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 (/ shakes his hand with a grin ) 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 //smiles softly 👍: 0 ⏩: 0 [I was wondering what had happened to you. You live~! Though, I reread your journals...didn't realize how it's actually been, though.] 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 outofshell; Ah, yeah. I've been pretty good, for the most part. 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 (Well, I hope things get easier...I kinda get what you mean though. I love my Dad, but he never had a good judge of character when it came to women.) 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 outofshell; I see... Well, I hope things get better for you, then. 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 ((Well, he passed a few years ago, so I guess worrying about that won't be necessary now. I'm good though.)) 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 outofshell; Oh... I'm so sorry... 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 [Ah don't sweat it...it's sad, but he'd be awfully upset at me if I got hung up on it.] 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 outofshell; that's a nice way of looking at it, at least... 👍: 0 ⏩: 0 outofshell; oh hello there 👍: 0 ⏩: 1 ooc. Hello dear. How have you been? 👍: 0 ⏩: 1
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//pokes curl-
Fransico was eating a taco and silently watching lovino stare at him. He was of course curious why? Did he look that exact to spain??? Pfft all he inherited from spain was the booty of course. "Why jou staring mijo?"
Thank you so much! ^^ I love your profile, as well!
I was actually too shy to ask you to rp, so I'd love to.]]
aww, it's ok! o crap, i hope I'm not that intimidating, oops
lit or script? ^^ ]]
I prefer lit, but I don't mind either one.]]
I'd love to RP! Lit or script?]]
Alright! Any specific idea in mind? Like, any AUs?]]
Feliciano was smiling happily, bopping is head to the music playing on his radio of his convertible Alfa Romeo as he felt the wind flow through his auburn hair. He loved the feel of the wind on his face as he drove full speed. Because of his full speed driving, he slammed into the car infront of him, causing his car to flip over, it was just a slit of a second. Feliciano was passed out from the impact for a few moments.
When he opened his honey glazed eyes, he let out a painful groan as he got all of his sense back. The first thing he noticed was that he was hanging upside down in his seat, thanks to his seatbelt. The other thing was that there was a badly crashed car infront of his own, the one he crashed into. He scanned his eyes around the scene to see if there were anymore cars crashed, but he didn't see any, thankfully it was only one car. Humans can die so easily.
He tried to unbuckle his seatbelt but it was jammed. He huffed out of frustration from his countless attempts to get out of the seat. He gazed around to see what he could use. He stopped as he heard a drip right above (below) his head, he lifted up his hand to feel his forehead he felt a sharp edge coming out of his forehead. He looked at his hand to see blood. He blinked a few times getting an idea. He figured it must of been broken glass in his forehead. He pulled the sharp piece of broken glass out of his forehead, followed by grunt resulting from the pain. His wound was already starting to heal, he was more than sure if he was human he would of been dead. He used the piece of glass to saw his way out of the seatbelt, cutting the leather as fast as he could. Once he gets out he has to act like the worried bubbly northern Italian that he is pretending to be.
Once he was out he crawled out the window, good thing he always keeps the windows rolled down. He gazed over to the other car, running over to it quickly, looking for the driver and possibly passengers, ready to get them out if they need help. "Salve? Salve?" He called out the formal way to yell hello, running around to see if anyone was in the crash.
"S-Salve? Chi é la?" He softly called out, holding his bleeding head. He would have called it a miracle that he was alive if he was in the right mindset to even think a coherent thought.
//awkward blush
"You're so welcome!"
//rubs the back of his head
"H-Have we met? I'm no good with names or faces-"
"I would remember you if we had!"
(/ grins )
//extends hand
"I'm Lovino Vargas. And you are?"
"Annabel Florence Jones, at your service!"
(/ mock salutes )
//ohhh she's adorable
"Pleasure to meet you, Annabel."
I've been exposed to a lot of fighting and even threats of one of my parents leaving recently, so that's kind of bad.
But hey, it happens all the time. I should be used to it. 
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