Quando Parli [3 b / ?]
anonymous
March 8 2010, 19:50:13 UTC
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They finally had let Romano go. What time was it ? He was tired, annoyed, lost, irritated, cold and hungry. If anyone happened to pop up next to him in the next half an hour, he might kill that person. There is just so much an Italian can stand before screaming bloody murder, and that limit had been exceeded when they decided to play psychologists with him. They had forced him to talk about his personal life (THEIR OWN COUNTRY !), and then they had told him he needed to go home to "solve some sexual tension". What. Was. Wrong. With those people ? HIS people ! Why was everyone so perverted ? The potato bastard and his dissolved country of a brother, the French bastard, the generally angry Briton, the sushi-eating freak and his breast-groping fan, the frying pan wilding bitch, the tomato bastard... And the list could go on and on if he really cared for all those people. But really : "sexual tension" ? Between him and... him ?! And why had he told them the thing with Spain speaking Italian ? … Right, he had landed there because of Spain, his stupid talking, and his stupid brother. "ANTONIO, FELICIANO, BE DAMNED ! BOTH OF YOU !" he shouted with such a vehemence he thought his vocal cords would be sore for the next two hours. His back might too, because he was assaulted by something shorter and younger but just as Italian as himself and fell down. "VE, FRATELLO ! ERO ANSIOSO ! I was driving through Rome and people would keep on not paying attention and I had multiple accidents and because of that my car had difficulties turning on again when it broke down later and then I received this call from your mobile phone but it wasn't you and then a guy called Alfredo, which by the way is a very horrible name, said that you were going to be here and you are and, more importantly, ARE YOU OKAY ?!" Veneziano was now panting heavily, and even if Romano was used to it, he sometimes didn't know how his brother could talk for one minute straight without breathing in between. Or randomly appear out of nowhere. And to be honest, he hadn't really understood anything besides that he was worried and wondering if he was fine. Something with a phone too. And accidents. The lack of reaction made the northern half of Italy snap, but before he could go on another half an hour rant about what a terrible brother he was and how he should have taken Spain (and his war ax) with him, Romano interrupted him with a simple "I'm fine, idiot. What time is it, anyway ?" Veneziano didn't seem offended in the least, if not even relieved his brother was alright, and looked at his mobile phone. "Eleven twenty in the evening." he chirped happily. "You've only been gone for five hours and a half, ve !" "Only... Great. Where is your car ?" Romano didn't even make an attempt at understanding how his brother could have made math this fast. "Over there !" Veneziano said, still very happy, although looking thoughtful for a second. "Ve, big brother... Where is your Vespa ?" Romano's cursing could be heard until Milan.
Quando Parli [3 - notes]
anonymous
March 8 2010, 19:54:06 UTC
Character limit uh D: Writer!Anon apologizes.
The mafia indeed appears in this part. Very shortly, but I love that mafia. Poor Lovi, you D: Gianni is the first Italian name that popped into my head so I used it. I have seriously nothing against the name Alfredo, btw, I just thought fashionable Feli would, I dunno :3 [I didn't even notice it was America's name until before I posted this ._.'] Veneziano totally is hysterical in here, hope he's not too OOC.
Translations BASTARDI ! [...] FOSSE ?! : Bastards ! You think you can come here to piss me off as if nothing happened ?! I believe this is correct, shoot me if not D: FRATELLO ! ERO ANSIOSO ! : Brother ! I was worried !
Additional notes : * The Mar Tirenno is the Italian name for the Tyrrhenian Sea, located on the western coast of Italy, it is surrounded by different parts of the country : Corsica and Sardinia in the west, Tuscany, Lazio, Campania, Basilicata, and Calabria in the east, and Sicily in the south. [wikipedia] As you can see, a big part of South Italy, and also including Sicily, birthplace of the Mafia. * A capodecina is a "rang" in the Italian mafia : you have the boss, then the underboss, and then the capodecina, at the head of about 10 people. * Also, the Italian immigration spread the mafia in different countries such as the USA or Canada. No need to explain the Russian mafia, I believe :3 * The story takes place somewhere near Rome. Actually, Rome is considered part of Central Italy, but Himaruya-san made it South Italy, whatever. Milan is a city in Northern Italy though, and a little less than 600km away / 5h30 by car. Quite a big distance, Romano has good vocal cords, huh ?
Re: Quando Parli [3 - notes]
anonymous
March 11 2010, 16:36:34 UTC
Writer anon is happy you like it (especially Veneziano <3) ^^ And no problem for the abscence, I know how it is to have a lot of things going on. The next part should be up rather soon (as in "maybe today"-soon).
Romano's just awesome like that, let's just face it :'D
They finally had let Romano go. What time was it ? He was tired, annoyed, lost, irritated, cold and hungry. If anyone happened to pop up next to him in the next half an hour, he might kill that person. There is just so much an Italian can stand before screaming bloody murder, and that limit had been exceeded when they decided to play psychologists with him. They had forced him to talk about his personal life (THEIR OWN COUNTRY !), and then they had told him he needed to go home to "solve some sexual tension". What. Was. Wrong. With those people ? HIS people ! Why was everyone so perverted ? The potato bastard and his dissolved country of a brother, the French bastard, the generally angry Briton, the sushi-eating freak and his breast-groping fan, the frying pan wilding bitch, the tomato bastard... And the list could go on and on if he really cared for all those people. But really : "sexual tension" ? Between him and... him ?! And why had he told them the thing with Spain speaking Italian ?
… Right, he had landed there because of Spain, his stupid talking, and his stupid brother.
"ANTONIO, FELICIANO, BE DAMNED ! BOTH OF YOU !" he shouted with such a vehemence he thought his vocal cords would be sore for the next two hours.
His back might too, because he was assaulted by something shorter and younger but just as Italian as himself and fell down.
"VE, FRATELLO ! ERO ANSIOSO ! I was driving through Rome and people would keep on not paying attention and I had multiple accidents and because of that my car had difficulties turning on again when it broke down later and then I received this call from your mobile phone but it wasn't you and then a guy called Alfredo, which by the way is a very horrible name, said that you were going to be here and you are and, more importantly, ARE YOU OKAY ?!"
Veneziano was now panting heavily, and even if Romano was used to it, he sometimes didn't know how his brother could talk for one minute straight without breathing in between. Or randomly appear out of nowhere. And to be honest, he hadn't really understood anything besides that he was worried and wondering if he was fine. Something with a phone too. And accidents.
The lack of reaction made the northern half of Italy snap, but before he could go on another half an hour rant about what a terrible brother he was and how he should have taken Spain (and his war ax) with him, Romano interrupted him with a simple "I'm fine, idiot. What time is it, anyway ?" Veneziano didn't seem offended in the least, if not even relieved his brother was alright, and looked at his mobile phone.
"Eleven twenty in the evening." he chirped happily. "You've only been gone for five hours and a half, ve !"
"Only... Great. Where is your car ?" Romano didn't even make an attempt at understanding how his brother could have made math this fast.
"Over there !" Veneziano said, still very happy, although looking thoughtful for a second. "Ve, big brother... Where is your Vespa ?"
Romano's cursing could be heard until Milan.
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The mafia indeed appears in this part. Very shortly, but I love that mafia. Poor Lovi, you D: Gianni is the first Italian name that popped into my head so I used it. I have seriously nothing against the name Alfredo, btw, I just thought fashionable Feli would, I dunno :3 [I didn't even notice it was America's name until before I posted this ._.']
Veneziano totally is hysterical in here, hope he's not too OOC.
Translations
BASTARDI ! [...] FOSSE ?! : Bastards ! You think you can come here to piss me off as if nothing happened ?! I believe this is correct, shoot me if not D:
FRATELLO ! ERO ANSIOSO ! : Brother ! I was worried !
Additional notes :
* The Mar Tirenno is the Italian name for the Tyrrhenian Sea, located on the western coast of Italy, it is surrounded by different parts of the country : Corsica and Sardinia in the west, Tuscany, Lazio, Campania, Basilicata, and Calabria in the east, and Sicily in the south. [wikipedia] As you can see, a big part of South Italy, and also including Sicily, birthplace of the Mafia.
* A capodecina is a "rang" in the Italian mafia : you have the boss, then the underboss, and then the capodecina, at the head of about 10 people.
* Also, the Italian immigration spread the mafia in different countries such as the USA or Canada. No need to explain the Russian mafia, I believe :3
* The story takes place somewhere near Rome. Actually, Rome is considered part of Central Italy, but Himaruya-san made it South Italy, whatever. Milan is a city in Northern Italy though, and a little less than 600km away / 5h30 by car. Quite a big distance, Romano has good vocal cords, huh ?
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Romano is very good at yelling, you know how it is xD
*will be checking back a lot now*
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The next part should be up rather soon (as in "maybe today"-soon).
Romano's just awesome like that, let's just face it :'D
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