PARTY TIEMS EVERYBODY
Title: Merry Saturnalia and Io Christmas! Oh, wait, that's backwards... Anyways, it's a holiday party!
Pairing(s)/Characters: Rome, the Italies, and THE WORLD (any pairings work)
Rating: let's just say pg-13, and anyone who wants to raise that can get a room.
Summary: Because this comm has been so dead Rome is hosting a Christmas party! Or, rather, he's shown up at the Italies' house with a bunch of food and informed them that they are hosting a christmas party. Now. The whole world is invited and it's come or be invaded and there's no need to RSVP! C'mon in!
Rome smiled to himself as he stretched to tack the last of the decorations to the wall. He did so love festivities, even if these kids didn't know how to party like he used to- but here he was to fix that! At least they'd kept some of his traditions- and quite a few of Germania's! And his boys were happy with their newfangled cult of christiani (or whatever they were calling it these days) so it was alright, he supposed. His lips twitched upwards again at the thought of his darling grandsons (so cute!), who were currently ensconced in the kitchen. They'd resisted at first, of course, (it was short notice for such a big party, and Romano could be so stubborn about having guests over...) but once he'd pointed out all the food he'd brought, their protests had evaporated. Ah, it was so nice to have such sweet obedient gra-
Rome's musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. His grin grew even wider, and he bounded down the front hall, wrenching the door wide with a jubilant "Salve~!"
((I hope at least some of that made sense; it's 1:30 am for me. And sorry for the history geekery and mangled latin. feel free to ignore it. OTL))
Pairing(s)/Characters: Rome, the Italies, and THE WORLD (any pairings work)
Rating: let's just say pg-13, and anyone who wants to raise that can get a room.
Summary: Because this comm has been so dead Rome is hosting a Christmas party! Or, rather, he's shown up at the Italies' house with a bunch of food and informed them that they are hosting a christmas party. Now. The whole world is invited and it's come or be invaded and there's no need to RSVP! C'mon in!
Rome smiled to himself as he stretched to tack the last of the decorations to the wall. He did so love festivities, even if these kids didn't know how to party like he used to- but here he was to fix that! At least they'd kept some of his traditions- and quite a few of Germania's! And his boys were happy with their newfangled cult of christiani (or whatever they were calling it these days) so it was alright, he supposed. His lips twitched upwards again at the thought of his darling grandsons (so cute!), who were currently ensconced in the kitchen. They'd resisted at first, of course, (it was short notice for such a big party, and Romano could be so stubborn about having guests over...) but once he'd pointed out all the food he'd brought, their protests had evaporated. Ah, it was so nice to have such sweet obedient gra-
Rome's musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. His grin grew even wider, and he bounded down the front hall, wrenching the door wide with a jubilant "Salve~!"
((I hope at least some of that made sense; it's 1:30 am for me. And sorry for the history geekery and mangled latin. feel free to ignore it. OTL))