Gilbert scoffed and ducked under a branch, taking note that the dirt path they were following was starting to thin and become more overgrown. It had somewhat recently been churned up by what was presumably horses at a gallop. As if confirmation of that, he carefully stepped around what appeared to be a streak of dung. The thief was pushing… Read more

Alfred raised an eyebrow and he gestured to the thick foliage surrounding them and the few rays if light few and far between filtering down to the forest floor, “I never said it was pixies we had to be careful of. And if this is your definition of ‘broad daylight’, I’d love to see your definition of ‘late night’.” He stepped over a… Read more

“It’s a medical condition, it’s just not been very well taken cared of due to multiple circumstances.” The Italian explained. “Fratello’s been busy often, so I’ve been on my own. I can’t stand being alone, so I’d often travel to other nation get-togethers…which often went horribly wrong. Others were mean to me, so I’ve ran..it’s often a… Read more

The other man glared at Alfred from the corner of his eye, self-consciously tugging his studded skirt down around his short trousers, simple protection for his upper legs from rocks or debris thrown around in a street or bar brawl, as well as diverting rainwater away to keep his underclothes dry. He supposed it would also be of assistance… Read more

The blond man was indeed taking no small amount of humour from his companions plight but he did a formidable job at keeping the exact degree of his face with only a faint smile or giggle when the dirt and mud and vegetation were clearly beginning to irritate the poor city dweller. “Don’t talk so loudly.” Alfred chastised in the place of a… Read more

((this is a continuation of an RP we had previously started!))

 

Gilbert trudged along the pathway and tried to ignore the way he could almost feel his impromptu partner snickering at his unfamiliarity with the forest terrain, his sandals thoroughly unsuited to tracking targets through the dirt and mud. Well, dirt and mud was a certainty in… Read more

((this is a continuation of an RP we had previously started!))

 

Gilbert trudged along the pathway and tried to ignore the way he could almost feel his impromptu partner snickering at his unfamiliarity with the forest terrain, his sandals thoroughly unsuited to tracking targets through the dirt and mud. Well, dirt and mud was a certainty in… Read more

Gilbert clucked his tongue and met the other’s eyes properly, holding his gaze in a brazen display of control. His fingers linked together as he shifted subtly, considering how to phrase his question. Would it be too blunt, or would he be too light on the poor kid? He internally rolled his eyes, this was a nation he was talking about. So… Read more

Feliciano gave a light nod in response. “Go ahead.” He stated, slightly nervous. He didn’t know what the other was going to say-he really didn’t like talking too in-depth about his illness due to how others had treated him before. The Italian was used to being on his own with the matter.

The albino’s brows rose a touch and he finished his lunch, politely sliding the plate away from himself and returning to resting his elbows on the table, gaze attentive and eyes very slightly narrowed, scanning the Italian’s face as if subtly searching for information, apparently unhappy with the answer he had received.

 

“…Feliciano. May… Read more

The albino’s brows rose a touch and he finished his lunch, politely sliding the plate away from himself and returning to resting his elbows on the table, gaze attentive and eyes very slightly narrowed, scanning the Italian’s face as if subtly searching for information, apparently unhappy with the answer he had received.

“…Feliciano. May I… Read more

“Things have been okay.” The Italian said. “Fratello’s been doing a bit more work since I’ve been under the weather, but I keep insisting on doing some of it as well.” Feliciano insisted on actually chipping in at least a little bit, despite his lazy nature, since the fact Romano was picking up on things was due to his illness, as opposed to… Read more

He sat back in his chair and folded his fingers over his stomach, red eyes levelling their gaze at the Italian and lips drawing downwards, apparently unhappy with the reply. Something was evidently going on in his head, but he didn’t voice any of his thoughts.

 

“…So. How has your country been? Things stable nowadays? Merkel has got me… Read more

He sat back in his chair and folded his fingers over his stomach, red eyes levelling their gaze at the Italian and lips drawing downwards, apparently unhappy with the reply. Something was evidently going on in his head, but he didn’t voice any of his thoughts.

“…So. How has your country been? Things stable nowadays? Merkel has got me… Read more

“Si, that sounds goo-” Feliciano fell silent after the mention of the camps, not wishing to push anymore. He knew that those were HORRID places, somewhere he would never want to go. Taking a deep breath, the Italian spoke once more.

“Don’t worry.” He stated. “Next time something happens, I’ll let you know.” Given that Feliciano often attempted… Read more

He nodded and returned to eating his own lunch, hands delicately holding the knife and fork. Table manners and etiquette had been effectively beaten into him to create an unusual dichotomy between his violent and volatile persona and the precise mannerisms he used in everyday life, from the way he held his cutlery, to the way his lips pursed as… Read more

“I’d appreciate that, would help when I’m not feeling well enough to cook.” Feliciano stated, smiling a bit.

He waited patiently as the other headed out for the kitchen, partially wanting to ask if he could help out, but also wanting to rest his legs for the time being. He seemed a bit surprised when Gilbert asked if someone was giving him a… Read more

He shrugged non-committally. “Eat. I’ll make something for you to take home.” He slid out of his chair with a brisk movement and disappeared into the kitchen, starting to get out the pots and such required to make the stew. It would be able to be frozen and stored away for months at a time. He smiled to himself, remembering his confusion… Read more

“I’ll gladly keep that offer in mind.” The Italian mused. “And grazie. Grazie for everything.” Feliciano was grateful that the other offered him so much, even if it was just simply food and shelter. He did have food to eat and a roof over his head, but he couldn’t easily get that when seeking companionship-he was often turned away by others.… Read more

Gilbert’s expression shifted, becoming something almost gentle. He sat back in his chair and his lips pursed in a particular way that made his whole features soften, from the sharpness of his cheekbones and his jaws to the way his mouth was usually set in a hard line.

 

He spoke slowly, as if approaching an injured animal. “There’s always… Read more

“Fratello’s been busy.” The Italian stated, falling silent once the other started speaking once more. He was cornered. He couldn’t cover it up anymore, and he didn’t want to lie. So Feliciano simply opted for the truth.

“I have a medical condition. Have to eat a lot because of it.” The Italian explained. “Unfortunately, several times I was… Read more

Annoyance briefly flashed across his expression. He really needed to keep that under control. Taking a sip from his coffee, red eyes focused on the other.

 

“Isn’t your brother around?” Surely the southern Italy would be there for Feliciano, right? Gilbert chewed the inside of his lip and took a slice of bread and a few slices of salami,… Read more

“Not too much has been happening lately.” The Italian stated. “Been pretty lonely back home, to be honest.” Feliciano continued eating once there was a pause in the conversation. It didn’t occur to him just yet that the other was asking about his health-a subject that, due to failed attempts at finding friends, he often kept quiet about.

The German watched him carefully, silently observing his mannerisms and the way his body moved. He found it easy to assess people’s dispositions and what was going on, and prided himself on being as observant as possible. He couldn’t exactly figure out what was going on with Feliciano, couldn’t put his finger on what exactly was… Read more

“I’ll eat just about anything.” Feliciano stated. “I’m not exactly picky anymore.” The last time the Italian showed his pickiness ended in complete disaster, so he learned to try new things-and learned to like most of them! Though part of it could simply have just been the fact he doesn’t wish to pass out again.

 

Waiting patiently,… Read more

His eyes immediately narrowed, but only once Feliciano’s back was turned. The poor boy was far too thin and walked like he had just been shot. Gilbert was familiar with both sensations, but both of those things came and went with war and work camps. Neither of which were currently a problem for the Mediterranean, as far as he was… Read more

Feliciano gave the other an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry I was late. I had some difficulty traveling.” He admitted, brushing the issue aside as if it was simply a matter of getting stuck in traffic, not difficulty walking, as his half-limp, half-stagger into the other’s house showed. The Italian looked around at his surroundings, smiling… Read more

Gilbert was about to simply put the crockery away before he heard the soft knocks– Now, who could that be? His guest, late? He rolled his eyes and forcibly pushed away the dark annoyance that lurked in the back of his head. Now was not the time for that. He gave a glance to his apartment and hoped the Spartan decorating and absurd level… Read more

Gilbert was about to simply put the crockery away before he heard the soft knocks– Now, who could that be? His guest, late? He rolled his eyes and forcibly pushed away the dark annoyance that lurked in the back of his head. Now was not the time for that. He gave a glance to his apartment and hoped the Spartan decorating and absurd level… Read more

Gilbert was about to simply put the crockery away before he heard the soft knocks– Now, who could that be? His guest, late? He rolled his eyes and forcibly pushed away the dark annoyance that lurked in the back of his head. Now was not the time for that. He gave a glance to his apartment and hoped the Spartan decorating and absurd level… Read more

Gilbert was about to simply put the crockery away before he heard the soft knocks– Now, who could that be? His guest, late? He rolled his eyes and forcibly pushed away the dark annoyance that lurked in the back of his head. Now was not the time for that. He gave a glance to his apartment and hoped the Spartan decorating and absurd level… Read more

The Italian had gratefully accepted the invitation the day it was sent to him. But come the day of the meeting, he wasn’t feeling the greatest. Incidents in the past caused by the disorder he has left him with some…side effects to say the least. And today was one of those days-a day where his overworked legs wouldn’t cooperate with him-the… Read more

Leaning back in his chair, Gilbert frowned. The coffee on the table was getting cold. He had called the Northern Italian brother over for coffee and snacks, something that he did not necessarily do under any circumstance. However, this was not a normal circumstance. The fact was: Something was up with Feliciano. While Gilbert was no longer… Read more

Leaning back in his chair, Gilbert frowned. The coffee on the table was getting cold. He had called the Northern Italian brother over for coffee and snacks, something that he did not necessarily do under any circumstance. However, this was not a normal circumstance. The fact was: Something was up with Feliciano. While Gilbert was no longer… Read more

 
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“Si…” Feliciano replied, drifting off to sleep almost instantly. He seemed just so horribly tired from everything-walking so far, hunger, even the day’s whirlwind of events. He weakly pulled the blanket a little closer towards him.

Emerald eyes met with tainted blue eyes. They stayed locked for a moment or two before he spoke,” Oh? Is that so lad?” he man was decorated in a blood red uniform. His flashy clothes and stance marked he was of higher standard. He got the keys and unlocked the cell. A bored expression written cross his face. He was raided the ship. the boy… Read more

Ludwig got up and slipped into the cozy chair close by after slipping a blanket over Feli. He slipped back on his glasses and picked up a book,” You can rest.. if you wish to. Zere is a spare bed if you need zat as vell.” He was trying to be generous. It wasn’t everyday he had company

I just wanted everyone to feel welcomed <3 sorry I was inactive. Computer broke. Anyway- if anyone wants a certain kinda rp feel free to message me or comment away!

Feliciano’s feet were terribly bony, as was the rest of him, though not as easily seen. The Italian shivered a bit once his feet were put in the water, but he eventually grew used to it. He wearily looked around at his surroundings, doing something to try and keep himself from dozing off.

The pale German waited till he was certain the man had finished talking. He nodded in understanding. He honestly felt bad for the boy, he had gone through a lot. He wanted to ask questions but the works never left his rigid lips.

A few moments later the albino sibling came in with a drum of ice water. He slid it on the floor and slipped… Read more