Quando Parli [2 b / ?]
anonymous
March 7 2010, 07:37:47 UTC
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He hadn't planned this. Not at all. He had just exchanged a few words with the younger Italian in their native tongue, how was he supposed to know it would upset Romano so much ? Was his Italian so horrible ? He knew he had an accent, he had never really practiced it with a teacher or anything after all, but it surely wasn't that bad, right ? Maybe was it the intonation on the "Dov'è" ? Really, he had just asked where his little Lovi was, and said something about Italy's cuteness and adorableness, and then Romano had suddenly appeared, screamed something close to the entirety of all bad words in the Italian language, thrown a plate at him and hurt himself ("Lovi ! Are you oka-") and had stormed off to lock himself in his room. He had tried so hard to get him out of it, but the younger nation was terribly stubborn, probably even more than him. The only time he had opened the door, it was to insult him again. This was getting so repetitive, and so not cute ! In the end, Romano had somehow escaped and driven away. Spain wasn't fast enough to stop him even when the latter's little brother had called him with a "VE ! BIG BROTHER SPAIN, WHAT DID YOU DO TO FRATELLO ?!" scream, menacingly pointing a big wooden spoon he probably used for pasta at him as soon as he had run down the stairs, and seriously, Spain had no idea how a simple "Come stai ?" and "Dov'è tuo fratello ?" got him to be insulted by a very angry Italy and threatened by a very hysteric one. He thought he would try to find Romano, but the look Italy gave him (the "move from this spot and I won't hesitate to use this spoon to eviscerate you"-look) quickly made him understand that indeed, he might have to give in for once and let the young man look for his sibling. He had been rather good with bow and arrows for a time after all, and who knew what Italians could do with a spoon, they used them so often during their cooking... … But still, was his Italian this horrible ? A very loud crash-like sound told him that Veneziano had just driven away, and that he was, obviously, just as hysteric as before. Sometimes he could just feel the joys of being an only child... ! He decided that the brothers weren't going to come home soon, and took the initiative to make something for dinner (what? Six in the evening already ?). Tomatoes ? Check ! The most important ingredient was there ! … Okay, maybe not the most important ingredient. He still had to somehow get a chicken, rabbit, rice and beans. And the spices. "Well... Than let's get started !" he said joyfully to himself, and looked for the ingredients for his paella.
Quando Parli [2 c / ?]
anonymous
March 7 2010, 07:44:01 UTC
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So Spain actually knew Italian ? Well, that was new. To him, at least. His brother probably knew. He always knew everything about Spain (and would deny it). But he had just ran away like that, and had forgotten two tomatoes, his keys and his jacket. No, no, no, no, NO. His brother couldn't be gone like this ! What if something happened ? He was upset ! When Romano was upset, he would always take his Vespa and drive off somewhere. And he sometimes would run into the mafia ! Italy shook his head, focusing on the road (and daring any pedestrian to come in a one-meter radius of his car while he stormed through Rome) and mentally running through places his brother would go to. Somewhere to eat ? No, he wasn't the kind to eat when pissed. Visiting monuments ?... Absurd, he knew Rome by heart, there was nothing to visit ! Someone else's place ? Romano didn't visit anyone beside himself and occasionally Spain. So he had driven around aimlessly ? You had to be kidding him ! "Fratello..." he murmured softly, more to himself than anything else, creating a rather interesting contrast with his dangerous driving style. "Don't let anything happen to you..." A loud scream told him that he had just exceeded a speed limit and bumped into a car from behind... again. He drove around a corner, ignoring the accident he had just caused, not even reading the names of the streets he passed. He didn't need to, just concentrate where his brother could have gone, and hoping he wouldn't pop up at their house while he wasn't there. On the other hand, there was still Spain, even if Romano might not want to see him then. "Ve..."
Translations : Fratello is obviously brother xD Come stai ? : How are you ? Dov'è tuo fratello ? : Where is your brother ?
The recipe for the paella was googled. It said something along the lines of "traditionnal/original recipe", I figured it was what Spain was most likely to use :3
Last note : Hungary kicks asses with a frying pan. China kicks major asses with a wok. It's only fair that Veneziano is allowed to kick asses with a spoon ! A wooden spoon, of course.
He hadn't planned this. Not at all. He had just exchanged a few words with the younger Italian in their native tongue, how was he supposed to know it would upset Romano so much ? Was his Italian so horrible ? He knew he had an accent, he had never really practiced it with a teacher or anything after all, but it surely wasn't that bad, right ? Maybe was it the intonation on the "Dov'è" ? Really, he had just asked where his little Lovi was, and said something about Italy's cuteness and adorableness, and then Romano had suddenly appeared, screamed something close to the entirety of all bad words in the Italian language, thrown a plate at him and hurt himself ("Lovi ! Are you oka-") and had stormed off to lock himself in his room. He had tried so hard to get him out of it, but the younger nation was terribly stubborn, probably even more than him. The only time he had opened the door, it was to insult him again. This was getting so repetitive, and so not cute ! In the end, Romano had somehow escaped and driven away. Spain wasn't fast enough to stop him even when the latter's little brother had called him with a "VE ! BIG BROTHER SPAIN, WHAT DID YOU DO TO FRATELLO ?!" scream, menacingly pointing a big wooden spoon he probably used for pasta at him as soon as he had run down the stairs, and seriously, Spain had no idea how a simple "Come stai ?" and "Dov'è tuo fratello ?" got him to be insulted by a very angry Italy and threatened by a very hysteric one.
He thought he would try to find Romano, but the look Italy gave him (the "move from this spot and I won't hesitate to use this spoon to eviscerate you"-look) quickly made him understand that indeed, he might have to give in for once and let the young man look for his sibling. He had been rather good with bow and arrows for a time after all, and who knew what Italians could do with a spoon, they used them so often during their cooking...
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But still, was his Italian this horrible ?
A very loud crash-like sound told him that Veneziano had just driven away, and that he was, obviously, just as hysteric as before. Sometimes he could just feel the joys of being an only child... ! He decided that the brothers weren't going to come home soon, and took the initiative to make something for dinner (what? Six in the evening already ?). Tomatoes ? Check ! The most important ingredient was there !
… Okay, maybe not the most important ingredient. He still had to somehow get a chicken, rabbit, rice and beans. And the spices.
"Well... Than let's get started !" he said joyfully to himself, and looked for the ingredients for his paella.
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So Spain actually knew Italian ? Well, that was new. To him, at least. His brother probably knew. He always knew everything about Spain (and would deny it). But he had just ran away like that, and had forgotten two tomatoes, his keys and his jacket.
No, no, no, no, NO.
His brother couldn't be gone like this ! What if something happened ? He was upset ! When Romano was upset, he would always take his Vespa and drive off somewhere. And he sometimes would run into the mafia ! Italy shook his head, focusing on the road (and daring any pedestrian to come in a one-meter radius of his car while he stormed through Rome) and mentally running through places his brother would go to. Somewhere to eat ? No, he wasn't the kind to eat when pissed. Visiting monuments ?... Absurd, he knew Rome by heart, there was nothing to visit ! Someone else's place ? Romano didn't visit anyone beside himself and occasionally Spain. So he had driven around aimlessly ? You had to be kidding him !
"Fratello..." he murmured softly, more to himself than anything else, creating a rather interesting contrast with his dangerous driving style. "Don't let anything happen to you..."
A loud scream told him that he had just exceeded a speed limit and bumped into a car from behind... again.
He drove around a corner, ignoring the accident he had just caused, not even reading the names of the streets he passed. He didn't need to, just concentrate where his brother could have gone, and hoping he wouldn't pop up at their house while he wasn't there. On the other hand, there was still Spain, even if Romano might not want to see him then.
"Ve..."
Translations :
Fratello is obviously brother xD
Come stai ? : How are you ?
Dov'è tuo fratello ? : Where is your brother ?
The recipe for the paella was googled. It said something along the lines of "traditionnal/original recipe", I figured it was what Spain was most likely to use :3
Last note : Hungary kicks asses with a frying pan. China kicks major asses with a wok. It's only fair that Veneziano is allowed to kick asses with a spoon ! A wooden spoon, of course.
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