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Post by Hipster Prussia on Oct 16, 2012 23:21:09 GMT -5
[ Mein bad. I got here a tad late. @//@ I was intimidated by all the line-age and my SUPERIOR RP FRIEND, HIPSTER FRANCE OVER HERE GIVING MY FRANCE FEELS. ]
Germany barely noticed Italy until he popped up right into his face, this was a surprise as the German usually kept tabs on everything going on around him. He didn't mean too, but a hot blush crept across his cheeks from embarrassment when the Italian kissed his cheeks as usual. 'Mein gott, z'ese Italians are so vierd in z'ere customs...' he thought to himself, and before he could say anything to Feliciano, he was rudely interrupted by his boastful and annoying older brother. Just the sound of his voice irked him, and made him want to stomp a boot in his ass for even entertaining the idea that he wanted him around; however, he did have a soft spot for the albino. To his admittance, both of his fellow peers were beautiful; nevertheless, he would never dare say that in a public place for signs of being weak. He nodded to Italia the entire time to acknowledge what he was saying, but he simply looked back to his watch to check the schedule.
"... Vell I vould s'ink zat your 'fratello' needed to have a pot fall to his head somedays." He retorted, although he secretly wanted to smack the loudmouth Romano sideways sometimes-- it seemed that ignorance ran in the family. "Anyvay, Bruder, how vas your day? und yours, Feliciano?
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Post by Romano on Oct 17, 2012 10:18:23 GMT -5
"Ve, si, I've had a very good day~! Have you, Ludwig?" He asked innocently, eyes actually fully open for once to reveal the beautiful amber color that was usually concealed.
Smiling still, he glanced between the two German brothers, not really understanding what his tall, blond friend had said only just a little while earlier about Romano. Perhaps that was for the best though, because Feliciano, as everyone knew, had a big mouth and tended to say things to the wrong people that others had said about them, not knowing what would happen if so. Lovino might just try and come after Ludwig of course he would fail if he heard what said German had just said.
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Post by Hipster Cuba on Oct 17, 2012 14:38:41 GMT -5
Laughing at the absurd but rather cute story Feliciano was telling about the mornings pasta making mishaps with his brother, he shot a snotty glare at his brother..I bet he wants to shove das boot up my ass the vay he ish looking at me, blonde miststück, wait til he finds out I used his credit card again fur my awesome boots...he smiles mischievously and nods his head at Italy's story. Then looks up when he hears his brother speak to him for the first time that day....
Vell Vest, I am AWESOME, you need to ask? I am a bit bored and though Awesome as I am, dis vestival and ball, I don't know if even I will find a date. Vhat about you Feliciano and you bruder?
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Post by Romano on Oct 17, 2012 15:19:12 GMT -5
The Italian blinked, looking over at Prussia with a small smile and a bit of a shrug, "I don't have a date yet. But, you never know~! We've still got time to find someone~!" He enthused, eyes bright.
Oh, Italy.. how oblivious he was to the subject of love. As of late, he hadn't been knowing his own feelings.. sure, he had felt love before and knew what it was, but never like this.. and not for someone he had expected to feel it for. Ah.. how enraged would Romano be if he found out his fratello had eyes for a 'potato bastard', as he liked to call anyone coming from a German background, and how ashamed Vatican City might be if he ever found out Feliciano had feelings for a man, as opposed to a ragazza Italiana bella, which would be the Catholic way to be, which both Italy brothers were supposed to be as well.
But, he didn't talk with Vatican City very often, so that was no worry.. it was just Lovino, and even then, he wasn't worried, as he didn't know what he was feeling right now.
Ah.. perhaps he should visit big brother France and ask him about it...
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Post by Hipster Prussia on Oct 17, 2012 17:02:36 GMT -5
Ung, z'eh festival und z'eh ball... Fawk. Ich hate z'is time of year. He thought to himself, he stared into Feliciano's eyes as they were rarely all the way open. With a sigh, he then glanced to Gilbert.
"Zat ist zat smirk for? Did du use my credit card again?" His steel blue eyes narrowed as his lip went tight, making a cold glance to his brother.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 17, 2012 21:25:14 GMT -5
(Mon Dieu, mon FruK et FrUS feels are being attacked all at once! *flails*)
For what seemed like an eternal purgatory, France lay next America in bed, their bodies fitting tantalizingly together, watching the man sleep. He was almost certain that Alfred grew more beautiful, more perfect, while he was in this state of slumber; after all, he was blessedly quiet, and a cute flush of pink had crested his cheeks. Lying next to France, America was deliciously vulnerable, and Francis could dip his fingers in every hill and valley of the man's body. He did so freely, relishing the man's sculpted figure, burying his nose in the Alfred's blond, good-smelling locks, and brushing his lips over his skin like polished marble. Yes. Alfred was the perfect choice. But this purgatory was complicated by his troublesome, ever-strengthening bond with England. He could almost feel Arthur arriving in his dorm room across the hall way, could almost sense him milling about his quarters, flopping on to his bed, cursing Francis and all things French.
Francis felt invisibly tugged in that direction. On the one hand, he was perfectly content to watch Alfred sleeping, stealing kisses from that chiseled jawline, but on the other-- he wanted very much to see Britain again. Britain-- the bane of his existence. Britain-- his soul's salvation. Perhaps if he went for a moment... just a moment...!
He began to move away from Alfred, ready to throw on his silk robe and cross the corridor to Britain's room, when America finally stirred. France was moved with affection again. Although Alfred was generally loud and most generally irritating, he was not so in that moment. He looked adorably groggy, squinting in the soft light of the bedroom and nuzzling into France's chest. What a different America this was!
"Oui," France said softly, wrapping his arms around Alfred's waist. "Et... I asked more zan zat. Don't you remember?" This last was not planned. Although France found it a spectacular idea to take Alfred to the ball, he did not know why he was so moved to make Alfred his more permanent lover. The drink certainly served as a catalyst, but there was something else...
That memory perhaps. That memory of Alfred's warm, protective arms on that terrible day....
France's heart twinged painfully again.
Suddenly, he wanted to know Alfred in the most intimate way, to lose himself in those capable arms, to forget his indelible bond with Britain, to finally love-- truly love!-- again. He leaned in for another kiss from Alfred, moving to press his lips warmly over the American's and suckle Alfred's bottom lip seductively.
"You remember now, non? I zhink eet es time I repaid mon debt. Mon debt from zat... day. You were so wonderful et 'eroic. I zhink I 'ave been... falling een love weeth you since zen. Can you believe zat?"
His hands traveled about Alfred's body, feeling his own body heat up and respond viscerally to his lover. He rolled over to be on top of Alfred.
"Unless you 'ave... changed your mind?
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Post by Hipster Switzerland on Oct 17, 2012 23:23:55 GMT -5
12:17 Arthur Kirkland was but that of a mess. He stirred about his dorm, fiddling through all things... Cleaning out his room? But for what? His brain has practically flopped over; he was in a state of total anihilation to his own sanity. He kept himself physically busy with tedious cleaning while contemplating over senarios. Okay, so what if I snuck in and wok-- no no, that's too risky. Never'll work... What about killing myself? Oh get real Kirkland. Er... Why is this... So hard? Why cant it be easy? Like when we were small? Why is life so hard now? Why cant I just be happy? Why cant I...--[/color]And with that the man picked up a glass cup, and with all of his frustration, all of his anger triggered by the Frenchmen, and threw it against his wall. Then he suddenly remembered how late it was. "F-fuck all of them... No one seems to give a shit about me... N-no one important. He then ran out his dorm room to see of anyone was awoken or complaining. ((i was bored so have this meaningless post))
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Post by Hipster Cuba on Oct 18, 2012 13:10:53 GMT -5
Looking rather snarkly at his brother he clicks his teeth his pink eyes narrowing, Gilbird puffs out his little body and settles back down on his shoulder. Vhat, you mean dis? He pulls out his brother's credit card and waves it around like a trophy with a big snarky grin on his face. The Awesome Prussia needed new boots. If du nicht vant me to use it, du should have hid it better Vest du dummkopf. kekekekekeee
He turns his attention to Italy and smiles. Ah Feliciano, du are right, ve do have time to find ein datum, but vhat a pain in the arse. -he sighs and leans back against the wall scooting a bit out of his brothers reach. Gilbird is busy preening his little feathers while sitting happily on his shoulder not bothered by Gilbert's movements. He thinks to himself.... this vestival and ball, fuck what a true pain in my ass, Ich don't have time for such nonsense, Ich need to get stronger! He starts to bang his head backwards against the wall in his agitation then shoots a glance over at his brother and smirks and shakes his head and waves the Credit Card, which is still in his hand, up in the air again, taunting. kekekekekeeeee
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Post by Hipster Prussia on Oct 18, 2012 20:40:57 GMT -5
Ludwig felt himself boil full of anger, as if the very veins under his skin were on fire as they pulsed and raised from the skin. "Du... did... vat." His eyes got more intimidating with each word, and soon it looked like he was ready to blow a fuse on his brother.
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Post by Hipster America on Oct 18, 2012 21:26:18 GMT -5
"Can I believe... That?" Startled by the sudden declaration, Alfred Jones stared up at Francis, breath being stolen away. Was Francis truly talking about what he thought the man was? His act of bravery back during World War Two? D-Day? It was so strange... To hear the words about such a simple task. Of course, it had been harsh on his people. But England and his brother, Canada, had assisted on that day. It wasn't just him, though he had been the one to personally pick up the fallen country with his limber arms, hold the fragile thing that would soon re-grow into the current France he knew now.
"Wait." America demanded in a soft tone, making sure his pounding head wasn't abused with his usually-loud voice. "Just... A second. You're telling me... You love me because I saved you from your destruction by Germany? I mean... What about Britain? Canada? They helped... And... I didn't really..." Trailing off, he blushed slightly, clearing his throat. So. France really fell in love with him because of how he saved him back during WWII...
"Frenchie?! Dude?" He demanded sharply, moving towards the man. He moved slowly, cautiously, uncertain of how his ally would react. The German soldiers and Germany himself had control over him until now. And Alfred was truly worried for the man's sanity. "Frenchie? Oh, look at you..." He sighed and scooped the man up into his arms, studying him closely as the sun beat down on his back. "Come on, let's get you home... It's over. It's all over now..."
"Oh..." Having the flashback made him remember many things - the state in which his good ally had been. The horrible losses and the small gains. And yet... All of it seemed so worth it. France had been saved, and he had been the one to save him. Now look at them, in bed, about to have some steamy times together, and he wouldn't regret a thing...
... Right?
"I'm not changing my mind, now..." Laughing softly, still a bit tipsy from the drinks, and obviously hungover, the man held close to Francis, wrapping one leg around his waist. "I may have been drunk, but I'm not stupid... If I wanted it before, then I want it now."
I think... I think I might love him... I never thought I was truly... Gay... But here I am, about to have sex with him, and I can't say 'no'.[/i]
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Post by Romano on Oct 19, 2012 1:51:21 GMT -5
The small Italian could only watch what was happening between the two brothers, a small, confused frown pulling on his lips. He put both of his hands on Germany's arm, giving him a soft tug, "Veee~ Luddy.. . calm down, please..."
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Post by Hipster Cuba on Oct 19, 2012 11:13:15 GMT -5
Laughing he smirks at his brother. Ja, vat is vith dat face Vest, vat is done ish done. I already bought das boots. kekekekekee hmmmm maybe I vill buy more things, ja? kekekekeke If ich must attend dis ball maybe a new uniform? Feliciano, how about du, since my bruder is buying, du vant a new uniform for dis ball?Looks over at his brother with a taunting expression and smirk on his face, but inside he is sighing and wondering why he is trying to pick a fight with Ludwig. Fuck Ich must be bored or zomething why am I trying to pick a fight with Vest? Look at him, he ish about to pop a vein in that perfect blonde head of his. Ish true ich did buy boots but, I vanted to impress him with my Awesomeness. And the Italian, he seems so attached to meine bruder. At that moment Gilbird senses tension and flutters away. Gilbird, vhere are you...... He turns his attention to his bruder and Italy and smirks. Vat, you still pissed off at the AWESOME PRUSSIA?!
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Post by Thor Odinson on Oct 20, 2012 8:48:03 GMT -5
[...where...did our Romano go? ;A; IWANTSPAMANOFEELS.]
Spain downed the remainder of his tequila in one gulp, setting the glass down on the bar with a rather loud clunk! and turning to look at Monaco with a warm smile on his face. Hola, mi amiga! He motioned for the bartender again, Monaco's words causing him to blink and falter slightly. Q-que? What do you mean? The bartender had finally made his way over and Spain opted for a sangria. Already he could feel the effect of the tequila coursing through his system, warmth pooling in his cheeks and his head beginning to feel a little light.
He glanced back at the corner occupied by France and America as Britain loudly made his way over and forced himself between the two. He chuckled quietly, turning his attention back to Monaco. What es there not to be amused about, amiga? Francia, Inglaterra, y America are already making a scene y we have not even been here una hora! His sangria arrived and he raised it to his lips without a second thought, savoring the taste of sweet fruit and red wine. He let out a contented sigh.
His mind drifted from the bar, from the commotion in the corner, and back to a certain Southern Italian.
Spain could not ignore the feelings he harbored for Romano in his heart. Surely, if he gave him enough time, he would come around. Another rejection was more than he would be able to take, but he could wait. He would wait. The perfect opportunity had yet to present itself, and maybe he had been approaching the situation all wrong from the start. But he was the country of passion! Every time he had tried to bring the subject up with Romano, his cheeks would burn bright red - like a tomato! - and he would stutter and curse and tell Spain off for being an idiot. So endearing - so frustrating!
He had avoided Romano long enough, maybe it was time to seek him out and talk to him. Just talk. There was no time better than the present! Spain missed Romano's company; he was quite miserable without it. Yet, however miserable he was he could do nothing but smile and carry on in his usual cheerful manner.
France's voice shook him from his reverie, and he turned just in time to watch him drop to one knee and dramatically declare his feelings for America. Again he was struck by an unknown emotion, a feeling that burned hopelessly in the depths of his heart. Why was he suddenly so confused? It had to be a result of the alcohol.
Maybe he had had enough for the day.
Even with that thought, he made quick work of his sangria. He stood, smiling apologetically at Monaco. Lo siento, pero I think I should go. Adiós, Monaco! France, Britain, and America had all already made their exits. Spain made his shortly after, emboldened by alcohol and his mind set on seeking out Romano. The day was still early. There was a very high possibility that he was in class, but today seemed like a popular one for ditching. At any rate, if he wandered around campus long enough he was sure to run into the southern half of Italy eventually.
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Post by Hipster Prussia on Oct 20, 2012 20:53:50 GMT -5
When the Prussian waved the credit card around, he didn't pluck it from his fingers, but snatched it and broke it in half. He stared at his brother without a word, just glaring at him as he puffed out his chest. He clearly wanted his brother to get the hell out of his sight, and he hoped the message was clear. He paid the Italian no attention as to stroking on his arm, but it felt nice to have someone stand by him against his idiotic, repulsive, and ungrateful brother.
[My inner Prussian is dying a little inside from what I'm typing for Germany. LOLOL. Oh, West, he'll calm down after awhile. XD]
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Post by Hipster Cuba on Oct 20, 2012 22:25:26 GMT -5
Feeling the credit card being snatched from his mere fingers and busted in half before his eyes, in a cold snap, he grimaced and clicked his teeth, smacking his lips a little in the process. Tch! He stood there for a moment, staring down his brother, but seeing the dark aura pouring off of West and that look in his eye as if he wanted him no where near, as if he the Awesome Prussia was an idiot and repulsive. HIM?! He shook his head and shoved his hands in his pants pockets, turned on his heel, pulled one of his hands out as he turned his back on his brother and Feliciano and gave a curt wave. Ich know vhen Ich not vanted.
He put his hand back in his pants pocket keeping his back to his brother and Italy as he walked back down the hall whence he came. Gilbird came fluttering back and landed on his shoulder giving little chirps to him. Ah, ja Gilbird, its just du und ich once again. He laughs to himself. Hey Gilbird, vant to go to dis ball with me? He begins to laugh as a lone tear falls from his eye and he quickly wipes it away. Fick mich! He picks up his pace a bit angry with himself and heads back to the gym. To hell vith all dis bullshite, the Awesome me just needs to focus on getting stronger!
His shoulders slump on his way to the gym as he thinks to himself....warum dann fühle ich mich so allein (then why do I feel so alone?).....
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