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Post by Italy on Jun 10, 2010 22:22:16 GMT -5
So, who would you like to start? o3o
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 10, 2010 23:25:44 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} "Aa~ The weather is so nice out today~" The sky was high and clear, not a single cloud found for miles. A gentle breeze blew past, keeping things cool from the rays of the sun that shone down onto Earth. It was a perfect day by almost everyone's definition. Especially for one young Italian male. "Weather like this makes me want to east pasta~!"
Feliciano happily walked along the sidewalk, admiring what a beautiful day it was today. He was definitely a 'stop and smell the roses' kind of guy, except instead of roses, he stopped by every restaurant and café he passed to smell the yummy food that was being cooked and served. "I really want to eat something..." His stomach growled loudly. So many enticing food smells was too much for him to take.
Sure, he had eaten breakfast just two hours ago, but he was hungry again now! But he was too far away to go back home, and the only money he had was for buying something else. "What was it that I was supposed to buy...?" The boy asked himself as he suddenly remembered about it.
He vaguely remembered his brother yelling to him about going out and buying something important for him, and then shoving his wallet into his hand and forcing him out of the door, but he couldn't remember anymore. "Ve..." Feliciano stared into space as he tried to remember. It was something important, so what was important? Pasta was important! But they had plenty of that already. Why would they need more? Unless...
"I can't remember at all." He finally said, defeated. He lowered his head down, frowning. Now knowing that his brother was going to be upset with him when he returned home later that day. Maybe it was best to stay away from home for a while. But then what else would he do until then? He started to walk again. Each step made his stomach growl louder.
This was really not a good situation. Either he stayed out and escaped his brother's wrath of forgetting what his task of buying was and not eat; or he could go back home and eat, though he would probably be just kicked out again when he told his older brother the bad news. "This isn't good..." He whined softly, not knowing what he should do. He was horrible at making choices that didn't concern what he was going to eat.
Feliciano glanced up and gasped. "Oh!" Ahead of him, through the crowd of people, was someone he knew fairly well. A certain German. "Is Ludwig out shopping today, too?" He asked himself with a tilt of his head. Then came a wonderful idea. "I can spend the day with him, and he could feed me! Yay~!" It was a win-win plan. Spend the day with Ludwig, be fed, and not be yelled at by his brother! It was perfect!
He quickly ran to catch up to the blonde before he was lost in the crowd, though just when he was about to reach him, leave it to Feliciano to trip over his own feet and come crashing into the German's back with a heavy thud.
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Post by Italy on Jun 11, 2010 1:02:02 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1}Walking around the marketplace, Germany clutched the swaying bag in his sweaty palm. He had put it off for so long, and it was finally time to get it done. So, with the purchased glue-gun and bottle of the strongest adhesive found anywhere, Ludwig planned to head back home.
'Prussia, you dumbass,' he thought to himself, thinking back to earlier this morning when a certain yellow chick came waddling through the doorway. It startled him for a second, but what really caught his attention was his brother in hot pursuit of the bird, and just happened to knock down the blonde German without looking. The impact with the ground hurt quite a bit, Prussia wasn't the lightest of bunch, and he craned his neck to see what had happened.
Plates busted, counter chipped, and the faucet from the sink had gone missing, for it was lodged in the garbage disposal.
"GILBERT!" Germany barked, earning a pissed glare from the albino male.
"It wasn't MY fault," Prussia replied in his own defense. "This little guy was knocked from my head again! I wasn't gonna let him get hurt. You just need to watch that damn step of yours." The bird peeped as it fluttered back into the mess of Prussia's hair. Germany squeezed the bridge of his nose; he was surrounded by complete morons!
So, there he was, spending the most beautiful Saturday shopping around and getting things to fix his kitchen sink. Oh, how dignified...
He sighed, "finally, I can head home and get some pea--" A slam to the back of his head stopped him mid-sentence, and he went crashing to the ground. "N-ngh!" Good news, his speed allowed him to flip so that his back took the blow, and saved what he had spent a hundred dollars on. Bad news, he ended up with a certain stupid Italian in his lap, and a ahoge tickling his nose. He sneezed.
"HETALIA!" he barked, looking up to meet the gaze of the confused European. "What on EARTH are you doing here? And ontop of ME!?" The people had found their ways into other directions, leaving the two Axis members alone on the corner of the shopping district.
This was the LAST thing Ludwig wanted to deal with right now.... or was it?
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 11, 2010 16:57:17 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} Slowly opening his eyes again, Feliciano found himself somehow now laying on top of Ludwig, despite having bumped into him from behind. He lifted up his head, coming face to face with the blonde, who was clearly upset with him for the accident.
"Oh! I'm glad I landed on top of you before you got away from me!" He smiled to him and then sat up quickly. He blinked a few times, still feeling a bit dazed from the impact. But the feeling soon disappeared just a few seconds later. "Good afternoon, Ludwig~!"
He said, just as cheerfully as he always greeted him, completely oblivious to anything else going on at the moment, which included the German's questions towards him. "It's a beautiful day today, isn't it~? A good day for shopping outside, right~?" He hummed happily to himself, then turned his attention down to the bag that Ludwig had been carrying in his arms.
He moved in closer to get a better look at it. He was very curious to what was inside of it. "Hey, hey! What's in the bag?" The young Italian asked, moving his hand forward to take a peek inside. "Is it food?" He asked, sounding hopeful. His stomach was rumbling and growling again. But when he finally got close enough again to look in it, whatever it was inside, wasn't food.
"Aw..." Feliciano sat back again looking disappointed. He puffed out his cheeks. If things kept going on this way, he was going to starve to death in just another hour or so. Or his stomach would just start eating itself. But even though Ludwig didn't have any food with him right now, he probably had all sort of tasty thing at his house, right? The boy cheered up at the thought. There was still hope!
"Hey, hey, Ludwig!" He said, leaning down all the way again, placing his hands on the blonde's chest and getting just a few inches away from his face to make sure he had to stay there and listen to his idea. To anyone looking at the two of them, it would have certainly looked very awkward and inappropriate. But of course he would never notice it on his own.
"Are you busy today? Can I come over to your house? I really want to spend the day with Ludwig!" He smiled blissfully, hoping he would let him come over to his house, or to just spend the day with him. He didn't care what they did on a day like today. Anything would be fun!
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Post by Italy on Jun 11, 2010 17:33:41 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} Ludwig grumbled and wiggled under the fidgety Italian, trying to find someway to push him off. But, with no luck, he simply sighed and grit his teeth behind his lips. He really didn't have time for this....
"Italy..." he groaned, seeming not to get a response. "Just what on earth are you--" He looked in the bag, and that is when the German felt a growl in his stomach. Wait... it wasn't his, was it? He had just eaten! It was Feliciano's. Oh, Mein Gott... he was just as hungry as he always was.
Then, feeling his body weight shift involuntarily once again, he hissed when Italy ended up in his face. Why did he have to be so close all the time!?
"You want to spend the day....with me?" he replied with a monotone. Of course, he wanted to shove off the annoying country, and bark at him for the way he was inviting himself over. But, a part of him kept himself calm, and gave a surprising answer. "Sure, why not... and if your hungry, I can always make you something. You don't have to beat around the bush all the time..." He had to admit, he had a soft spot for Feliciano, but he would never tell anyone else that. He was his only close friend. Well, there was Kiku and that annoying brother of his, but they never was so happy to see him as much as Italy was every day they spent together. It made his heart twinge a little bit, that thought. But, he quickly shook it off, thinking nothing of it.
"C'mon..." he sighed, pushing Italy off of his chest, before helping him to his feet again once he was standing. "I have some work to do, so don't you dare be in my face until I'm done, alright?" ((Sorry if the post is a little weird looking. I wanted to test it out so that it looks nice for you<3))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 11, 2010 19:33:11 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} He was willing to beg, if he had to, to convince Ludwig that it would be a good idea to let him tag along to his house. Whatever he did, he just did not want to go home today! Lovino could be as scary, if not even more, than Ludwig when he was really upset. And he was upset most of the time, anyway.
But if there was one place he wouldn't go to, it would be the German's house. He never really understood why his big brother seemed to hate one of his best friends so much, but at least it was a place where he could hide out without the chance of anyone finding him there.
Feliciano sat still, watching and waiting to see what he would say. If he said no, then he didn't know what he would do. Maybe he could go over to Francis-niichan's house instead. The rest of his friends lived too far away to get to by himself. This was his only option. He was starting to lose hope. Ludwig didn't seem that happy to hear he wanted to spend the day with him.
The smile on his face faded, he was on the verge of crying, but the small tears that had begun to well up in the corners of his eyes immediately cleared up again when he heard the great news instead. "Yay~!" Feliciano quickly sat up, throwing his arms into the air above his head. He had agreed to it after all! Which sort of surprised the boy, since he was thinking for sure he would have said no. And even better, he had agreed to make him something to eat when they got there! "Double yay~!"
He squirmed from side to side, giggling excitedly and happily at his fortune. "Thanks, Ludwig!" He said, before being pushed off to the side finally, though he didn't mind at all, since he was helped onto his feet again shortly after. Feliciano stood up on his feet again, wiping the backside of his bottom from any dirt that might have gotten on him. He smiled to the blonde happily, really feeling grateful from the bottom of his heart. Though it may not have showed very well on the outside.
"Work? What work do you have to do?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and looking curious once again. Maybe that's what the stuff in the bag Ludwig was carrying was for? "I'll stay out of your way until you're done! I promise!" He gave a sloppy salute and grinned with a determined look on his face not to make his host regret the decision he made.
[It looks fine to me!]
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Post by Italy on Jun 11, 2010 20:07:17 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1}The salute given to him by the cow-licked male made him smile inwardly. Even though he was a bumbling idiot, he still tried. And, I suppose that's the best you can ask for out of this fool.
"I have to fix my kitchen sink... my brother knocked me into it this morning, and now I have to repair what broke," Ludwig explained, suddenly noticing the stinging pain in the middle of his back. He assumed that's what had collided with the faucet head, for it hurt like no other! Though not showing it, it sort of made him sweat on the inside. "Gilbert isn't home anyway, so you can use his room for your... what is it? Your siesta?" He knew of Italy's daily mid-day naps, and he could probably take it while he was caulking the counter and what-not. But, since he took them at 3 in the afternoon, and it was only noon, he highly doubted it. "Then again... oh, never mind. Let's just go..." And, with that, he was off to his house, with a bouncing Feliciano close behind him.
Back home, the German took the liberty in cooking Italy some of his pasta noodles, while the Italian occupied himself with other matters. Setting them to boil, he began working on the faucet.
Twist....Twist....Twist....
The repetitive motion of the wrench only made the pulsating feeling in his back spread, and make him wince slightly under his heaving breath. Damn, had he really hit the metal THAT hard this morning? It was distracting, so he kept working.
"Son of a--" he whispered, along with other mature curse words in 3 different languages. He finally finished the sink, and tested it with a turn of the cold water knob. Satisfied, he checked the noodles before beginning his gluing of the marble counter-top. 'By God, if Gilbert breaks this again, or wrecks anything else in the house that isn't even his, he'll...'
He became lost in thought. God, this was the worst beautiful day ever...
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 12, 2010 3:01:39 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} The happy smile that had presently been plastered onto the boy's face vanished completely when he heard his friend say something about his brother breaking his sink, after having crashed into it. It sounded like it would hurt a lot to have that happen. He wondered if Ludwig was okay, or if he was hurting anywhere.
Taking a moment to really study over his body, there was no way to tell if he was or not. He was the kind of person to keep anything that was bothering inside to himself, and he never told other people how he was really thinking. He was stubborn and almost never changed his mind about things once he had decided on them. Even someone like Feliciano could see that about the German.
If he was in pain, then he was hiding it well. He wanted to ask about it, but thought he would get annoyed for worrying over him. He just decided to stay quite about it, for now, as much as it really pained him to hold his tongue. Ludwig was strong! He probably didn't even feel the impact when he fell! He had a lot of muscles to protect him, after all!
At least, that's just what he hoped. Feliciano still looked a bit worried, but he decided not to think much about it anymore. Once the blonde began to lead the way back to his house, he followed afterwards, hiding his concern with another cheery smile. As soon as they had gotten to his home, the Italian waited no time making himself comfortable.
Ludwig had said he was going to make some pasta for him, but only as a part of the deal not to bug him as he fixed the sink in the kitchen. The boy agreed and kept his distance for the other until it was time to eat, or until the sink was fixed, whichever came first. He occupied himself with just wandering around the house at his own leisure; looking through some books that they had, though he had no idea what they were about because they were in German, and looking at some photos of Gilbert, Ludwig's older brother.
He really had an interesting house that Feliciano liked a lot. It was always so nice and clean, too! Unlike his own home, which was often messy because his brother never did chores. And even if he tried to, everything would just end up messier for some reason. He glanced up at the clock. It had been around ten minutes now being here, but he was starting to get lonely in the big house all by himself.
"Maybe Ludwig wouldn't mind if I just went to check up on him?" Just real quick. He wouldn't even be around for long. He made his way back to the kitchen, immediately noticing the boiling pot of water and pasta on the stove first. He licked his lips happily. Just a little while longer! He could hardly wait! Feliciano then turned his attention to Ludwig, who was still busy working. Being as quiet as he could, he approached the blonde from behind until he was right next to him.
"Ludwig~! ♥ Are you almost done working yet? I'm bored!" He got close enough to the German to touch up against his arm with his cheek, trying to see exactly what he was doing to the counter of the sink.
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Post by Italy on Jun 12, 2010 19:13:50 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} Ludwig sighed when he finally was able to finish the sink in time to check the boiling water. He checked it, and quickly returned to his drying adhesive that kept the cracked marble bound. Wow, this was hardly a task at all! Maybe now he could relax a bit until the pasta was fully softened...
"Ludwiiig~" a voice called in his ear, making him jump and drop the hot glue gun on his foot.
"UGH!" he yelped, jerking back and accidentally ramming his back into the island where the pasta was boiling....right into the developing knot from the morning's accident. "JESUS--" he turned to his ally, his blood beggining to boil in his red-hot veins. How dare he come and disturb him while he specifically told him NOT to!! Oh, the nerve of that... that.... STUPID ITALIAN!
"HETALIAAA..." he began, but immediatly stopped. He thought for a second, and tried to calm himself down. Feliciano was just being... Feliciano, after all. His affectionate heart was only trying to check in on his friend. He wanted to be mad, but something deep down prevented it from happening. "....just go back in the other room, please... The pasta is almost done..." Then, that's when the pain suddenly hit him again. The glue gun! Bending over, he picked it up and only stressed the knot out more. Mein Gott, it hurt!
He limped back to the counter to smooth out the cooled glue, finally finishing. The glue developed a burn on the bottom of his foot, but he couldn't pay attention to it now. The last thing he wanted to do was show Italy his burning, aching pain. "...pasta is done..." Germany grunted, straining the dripping food. "What kind of sauce do you like? I-I can't quite remember what you like..."
He had to sit down. Waddling to the waiting chair, he scooted it out and plopped his soft butt into it. His back ached, his foot burned, his joints yearned for a long massage. Geez, this was ridiculous. What hell would he have to endure before the day was finally over? Oh, one could only assume the worst...
"Help yourself, Italy..." he grunted again. "I-I'll pass, so you can eat as much as you want..." He cracked his neck, and slowly closed his eyes. No pain, no gain, as they say. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
Guilt suddenly washed over him, but he kept his voice silent. Why was it that he was feeling worse and worse for yelling at his friend? God, he was such an idiot...
((Writer's block suuuuucks QAQ I'm sorry that they aren't as long as I want them to be!))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 12, 2010 21:29:39 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} Feliciano could only watch in horror as his simple, innocent greeting to his friend, turned into a series of one unfortunate event after the other, resulting in Ludwig slamming hard against the island in the middle of the kitchen squarely on his back. He could do nothing but watch, and it was safe to say that by the time it was finally over, his heart had broken into a million pieces, having been a witness to something he caused.
He quickly ran over to the other. Tears were already in his eyes and threatening to spill over at any second. That landing looked hard. He heard it clearly in his ears, and the sound of the impact still rang through them. "L-Ludwig! Are you okay!? I'm so sorry! So, so sorry! I didn't mean it! I didn't know you would get scared! I'm so s-sorry...!" He didn't know what to say or do. He was just in shock. Did he call an ambulance? The police? The CIA? What could he possibly do to try and fix what he had done wrong?
But he knew what was going to come next. Ever since the Italian and German had crossed paths, not a day had gone by where he wasn't yelled out for doing something stupid. He always thought it was just because Ludwig was so uptight, but this time, he really did deserve to be yelled at for what he had done. This must have been a new record or something. Of just how much he could possibly get his friend to hate him all in one day.
Feliciano still stood next to his friend, cowering as Ludwig started to raise his voice at him. He shook, on the verge of begging for mercy, when he heard the scolding stop before it even really started. He opened his eyes, looking to the blonde. He had stopped yelling? But why? Not yelling at him at a time like this worried him even more. Needless to say, the boy was very confused. Ludwig not yelling at him? Using a soft voice? This was not normal behavior for him. It scared him so much.
At being told to leave the kitchen, he half obeyed the order. Instead of leaving, he just made his way to the doorway of the room instead. He still peeked inside, watching as the German went on working like nothing had happened. He sniffed, not knowing what to think. He didn't dare to move until Ludwig went over to sit in a chair; a look of pain now clearly present on his face.
Feliciano slowly made his way back into the kitchen. He no longer cared for pasta. It would taste horrible if he tried eating it right now, when he was so worried about his friend first. "L-Ludwig..." He called out softly, not wanting to get yelled out or make things worse. "A-Are you... hurt...?" He kept a few feet distance between them. "I can tell... that you hit your back really bad..." He said, not even knowing about the hot glue on his foot yet. "A-And it's probably not any better... after I ran into you and made you fall on it earlier today..."
Even he could understand how clumsy he was. How he needed to pay attention more. Not only did he hurt himself, but he was starting to hurt his friends. And if things stayed that way, he wouldn't have any friends left. "Y-You can be mad at me..." Feliciano started to take tiny, careful steps closer to Ludwig. He wasn't going to stop until he made sure he was okay. And no matter what he said, he wasn't going to listen until he knew for sure himself, with his own eyes, that everything was okay. "You can yell at me... I don't mind... Do it if it makes you feel better, Ludwig..."
[Yeah, it does suck. But if you're having trouble, just take your time and don't worry about quantity. Quality over quantity~]
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Post by Italy on Jun 13, 2010 11:59:39 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} Ludwig saw his friend approaching him, and his stomach tightened. Aware that something else might happen to cause him more pain, he sat completely still. He seemed to be persistent, as he kept coming closer and closer. His legs turned to jelly; why the hell was he acting this way? Was it from his injuries? No... it couldn't be. He's been through worse things! So, why, of all times, did he have to suddenly feel so.... so....
Lovestruck?
'No, Ludwig! Don't you dare think that, you bastard!' he thought as the Italian kept approaching him. 'It's probably because you feel vulnerable right now! You're in pain, and your ally is coming toward you! Anyone would feel open and vulnerable right now!' Besides, Italy was his friend. His ONLY friend! Why the hell would he think such a thing for Feliciano?
"Feliciano..." he replied, keeping his voice strong and un-wavering. "I'm not going to yell at you, alright? I-I should have known you were going to come in here anyway, so it doesn't matter now. What's done is done..." A blush rose to his cheeks.
'Stop it.... stop it... stop it....' he thought.
"Can you take the pot off of the stove? It'll burn if it's left on there too long... and I said you could eat!" His voice rose a bit, but not nearly as much as usual. Why couldn't he get angry at Italy!? He knew one thing for sure: he was mad at himself for not getting mad. Rising to his feet, he felt a sting of painful warmth from the drying glue. But, other then that, everything seemed to have calm down. Thank Goodness... ((Can you give me some tips? I want you to enjoy this the most, since you are a FAR better roleplayer then I am. But, is there anything special you want me to do... or not do? This'll help me give a longer response. And, not only that, but it will have the quality as well! ))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 14, 2010 0:07:29 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} Feliciano turned, although very reluctantly to take his eyes off of Ludwig, to the stove and saw the boiling pot of water and pasta beginning to over flow. He quickly made his way over there and turned the heat off and then moved the pot onto another burner. The last thing he wanted to do was to burn Ludwig's house down today. He had already done so much harm.
Now that that was done, he turned back to the other. He could see the blonde's cheeks looked a little red now, and he seemed to be sweating. Maybe that was the reason he was acting the way he was today? He made his way back over, this time getting close without any hesitation. "Ludwig, are you sick?" He asked, looking concerned that he was.
Maybe that's why he hadn't yelled at him today. Because he wasn't feeling good. Had he ever seen him sick before? If he did, he couldn't remember. It was the only thing he could think of that was wrong. Slowly, Feliciano reached a hand out and got it close to the German's face. He hesitated just a bit before making contact, skin against skin, as he placed his hand on his forehead to check his temperature.
He did feel a little warm, but that could have just been from working so hard, too. Then he started to reach out his other hand and placed it on Ludwig's cheek, moving the hand that was on his forehead to match. He had to crouch down on the floor to be able to look at his face, even though he was sitting down. Just because of the noticeable size in height they had.
"Ludwig... Tell me what's wrong." He looked into his eyes, pleading for an answer. Any answer at all. But he wanted the truth most of all. "I..." He started to say, and then, the look on his face changed. It went from pleading and desperation, to a serious look. A truly serious look. This kind of face had never grazed his features before until now. It wasn't forced like what he would show to get people to stop yelling at him.
"Tell me what's wrong. Until you do I wont l-leave... Not even if you try to k-kick me out..." There was just the slightest hint of confidence in his voice as he spoke. The Italian stared straight into the German's eyes, showing that he was nothing but serious about this. He meant what he said. He would remain in his house, right by his side, until he could get a satisfying answer to him. "Please, let me help you... Please..." He tried to stop himself from begging just yet, but he was willing to to get Ludwig to say something, anything to him. Other than to stop worrying.
He felt horrible. Very, truly horrible. Sure, he had done worse things before, all on accident of course, but this time seemed even worse. He wasn't acting the same way that he normally was, and that concerned him a lot. He wanted, no needed, to know why Ludwig had changed so suddenly in front of him.
[Aw, don't say that! You're doing a really good job! But at least I'm glad to hear that I'm doing a good job too, since this is only my second time playing Feli ever. But, really, I don't really see anything to change with the way it's going right now. Are you not happy with it? Because I sure am! I'm not sure what kind of tips I can give you, other than just following any ideas you come up with and just doing what you want to... And it'd be wrong of me to tell you what to do, unless we agree upon it first. And I'm not creative at all by myself, so that shouldn't be much of a problem for either of us.]
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Post by Italy on Jun 14, 2010 12:33:42 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} Germany watched as Italy obeyed his orders and removed the pot from the burner. At least he as able to form proper english... the pain that continued to throb and fog the inside of his head. But, for Heaven's sake, he was a German! He was able to take this pain, and then some. A little hot glue and the corner of a marble island never hurt anyone!
(....What are you smoking, Germany?)
However, even with every thought in his head hazy, he was able to see Italy bend down to his eye-level and slowly press a hand to his own cheek.
"F-Feli--" he was cut off when he observed Italy pressing a hand to his own forehead. Was he checking for a temperature? Ludwig clearly wasn't sick... and he was sure of it. Did he look sick? He couldn't quite tell. But, the look of concern on the other's face bothered him a little bit.
Well, he wasn't quite bothered by it. He was more.... surprised. Never before has he seen such an expression on the younger country's face before. Was that face even able to be formed on his cheeks?
Italy pleaded and begged for the German man to tell him what was wrong, and threatened not to leave until he did. A sigh escaped Ludwig's lips,
"Feliciano..." he replied, almost forgetting the warmth of a hand pressed on both cheeks now. "I-I'm just... in pain right now." There, he admitted it. And, to tell you the truth, he felt so much better to have it off his chest, not that it was the most important secret in the world. But, still... "Prussia hurt me this morning when he ran into me. When he hit me, my back was what broke the faucet head and cracked the marble counter. And, when you hugged my arm, I dropped the glue gun onto my foot," from that comment, he pointed to the bright blood-red colored burn covering a patch of his bare foot. "Hell, Italy, I'm in a lot of pain. But, I'm not mad..." he sighed.
As much as he wanted to deny it, there was something else there in his chest. It was for the Italian, but he couldn't quite place the feeling. Maybe that's why he couldn't get angry with Feliciano. Sure, he could every other time, but it just seems to be habit now that this would happen: Germany gives an order, Italy pretends to understand, Germany goes off to do something, Italy breaks that rule, German and Italian end up hurt.
"There... does that satisfy you? Or, were you expecting an answer that made me sound weak?" Sure, the anger was gone, but that didn't mean that he wasn't mad at all.
((You think so? Aw, that makes me feel so good! I think you are beyond excellent playing our little Italian<3 You're responses are of good quality, AND quantity, and I'm trying to shoot for something like that. But, when I try to make it long, the quality sucks. And, when I try to make it REALLY detailed, it ends up short. I'm loosing on both end, y'know? Q.Q
But, just as long as my answers are enough for you, then it's alright with me! But, don't be afraid to tell me to do something. I'm hoping you actually would do that every now and then, just so that you are enjoying this just as much as I am<3))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 14, 2010 20:19:54 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} By the time Ludwig had finally confessed up and told him everything, Feliciano just couldn't hold himself back anymore. In one swift move, he was hugging the blonde close to his own body. He wrapped his arms around his neck, being careful of his back now that he knew he was in pain from it.
It must have been killing him after all that had happened today. He was happy that he had at least been told the truth. But he couldn't believe that he had been holding back all this pain for so long. He would never never known about it, until he was finally able to make him tell him. "You should have... told me earlier..."
His voice was breaking up now as he fought back the urge to cry. But a few tears still escaped and rolled down his cheeks. It hurt him. It hurt him so much to think that his friend was in such pain. And that he was partially the cause of it. The thing that happened earlier with Gilbert was probably just a accident, but what he did was even worse. He only made it worse.
Feliciano looked down just a bit to see the burn on Ludwig's foot. It look so painful. He didn't know he had done that to him. This was too much. "I've really done something stupid this time, haven't I?" He asked softly, already knowing that no matter what he decided to say in return, it was true. "I'm so sorry, Ludwig... I know you put up with me all the time, and it doesn't seem like I care, but I..." He pulled himself to the German's body closer.
As much as he was the one trying to comfort and ease away the pain, he was trying to comfort himself as well. But he didn't expect Ludwig to do much. He knew that despite what he said, he must have been really hating him right now. He probably didn't even want to see him anymore. Or ever again. "I-I can try to help you."
Feliciano reluctantly pulled himself away and hurried over to one of the counters. He grabbed a towel and wet it with water, then went to the freezer to get some ice. He wasn't sure if this would help or not, since he had never gotten a burn before, or even treated on. But his bother had always told him ice was good for one. He put a few ice cubes in the towel then hurried back to Ludwig's side.
The Italian knelt down at his injured foot, taking a few moments to look at it. The burn made him flinch just from how it looked, and knowing that Ludwig was enduring it without so much as flinching. He didn't think of the blonde any less tough for finally confessing. He was glad that he had. "You're not weak at all, Ludwig." Feliciano said softly before putting the towel gently onto the burn spot on his foot. Things had been turned upside down today.
Normally it was the German who took care of his injuries, but now he was trying to make amends by helping him, instead. He would help him as much as he could, and then he was going to leave. Although he didn't want to, he felt he no longer had any reason to come to this house anymore, or to continue to bug his friend and hurt him more. He had to ban himself from ever seeing the blonde again. It's just the way it had to be. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..." He said over and over, his voice getting weak again as more tears spilled from his eyes and blurred up his vision. "I'm such an idiot..."
[Okay! I'm glad then! n.n And I don't really do that much, only about two paragraphs. It's just because I space them out in a weird way that it looks so long. But yeah, don't worry about writing so much. If you can fit all good details in two paragraphs, then do it! And, actually, I have that problem, too. The more I try to fit in, the more sloppy I become. So I guess it would do me some good to cut back just a little. x3]
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Post by Italy on Jun 15, 2010 12:30:58 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} Germany gasped when a pair of warm, gentle arms enveloped his neck and shoulders. He slghtly flinched, but it wasn't any kind of sudden movement. The affection, actually, made his body relax, and he couldn't help but wrap his arms around the Italian's back in return.
"Feliciano... it's ok. Don't stress over it," he whispered, his voice soothing and coming out in one smooth, gentle breath. But, the arms around him were gone as soon as they were there, and he felt his heart slowly sink.... wait, why? It was just a hug! Damn, he has to stop thinking all these weird thoughts.
Then, when a cold substance was placed on the top of his foot, a sudden feeling of relief washed over his burning, aching body. Looking down, Italy was gently treating the burn with a moist, iced cloth. It felt wonderful... "Ngh!" The noise he made came out sounding like a school-girl squeak, but was put through a 30-year-old German voice box. It sounded quite funny, and Ludwig couldn't help but blush even harder.
Suddenly, when he heard the smaller male under him whimper his repetative apology, a wave of guilt swept over him. Good Lord, he sounded so pitiful. And, ontop of that, he was crying! This was just too much for the blonde. Sure, he was always treating the crying brunette when he was hurt or what-not, but this just made him feel way too odd.
Bending over, and ignoring the seering pain in his back once again, he lifted the Italian from his sitting position on the floor. Then, with all his might, he plopped the male into his lap...facing him.
Ba-dump...Ba-dump...Ba-dump...
His heart began racing a mile a minute, and he was sure of the feeling now. There was no doubt about it, and he wanted the cow-licked male to know about it as well.
...Here goes nothing...
"Feliciano," Ludwig grunted, holding Italy's hips in place so that he couldn't get up, even if he tried. Ludwig wanted him right here, in his lap, to hear what he had to say. "You are stupid. You're an obnoxious idiot that can't fend for himself. You are a complete moron who needs someone at his side all the time, and you have the mentality of a 10-year-old." His voice was stern, but was slowly melting with emotion.
"And God, Italy... I love it!" He slowly moved his hands from the European's hips, and used one hand to hold his chin in place. There was no turning back now, that was sure. With his free hand placed on Feliciano's back, he pushed him to meet the lips of the other in a soft kiss.
Nothing demanding, and he allowed the Italian movement, incase he was to pull away and run out of his house in a fit of crying. And, he was fully expecting that. After this, he was sure Italy would do something stupid, which involved both of them getting hurt, and the brunette to run out without a word, never to speak to the German until the end of time.
...He just pushed that thought aside for the moment.
((No! Don't you dare stop doing anything! You are beyond wonderful with your responses! But, if you DO want to shorten them, I'm not gonna stop you<3 I just think you are amazing and don't need any change at all ^^))
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