(open) andiamo!
Who: venividiarresi and anyone who's annoyed enough wants to jump in!
When: One sunny afternoon on February 21st, perfect for a rampage.
Where: The halls, starting in South Wing.
What: Veneziano discovers a chair... with wheels on it.
Rating: Ve~.
Sulking wasn't in Italy's vocabulary of expressions. It was one of the many things that were completely foreign to him, just like scowling, anger, and virtually everything that didn't fall within the realm of ignorant bliss. So, after several days of sulking and thinking of his "mother," the memory of their Christmas Day meeting was slowly beginning to fade, and Italy decided that he needed something to do. Something fun.
As the Italian scooted back and forth in his chair, he looked around his (read: Romano's, where he was currently sleeping) room for any signs of fun. Unfortunately, unless he prodded his brother enough into doing whatever he wanted, Romano tended to be the opposite of fun. Veneziano pouted and rocked back and forth in his brother's chair, suddenly wishing the walls weren't so sterile or that the bed was a little more bouncy. And as he did this, he realized that he had never been able to make his chair in the North Wing roll back and forth like Romano's chair could. Maybe it never had wheels. Maybe the fact that the North Wing was a live-in ice box made rolling around on chairs impossible. Either way, as he pushed himself away from Romano's desk and rolled across the room, he realized that his brother's chair had the potential to be...
Fun.
It was an idea Veneziano just couldn't get out of his head. He knew he had to take Romano's chair and put it to better use than his brother likely did, and that meant taking it out for a test drive. A quick scan of the halls revealed that they were empty, at least for the moment; luckily, Veneziano lived in the moment, and that was enough for him. The Italian wasted no time in taking his brother's chair out into the hall, getting ready for what was to come.
"Pronti!"
Italy stopped his chair just outside the door to his brother's room.
"Ai posti!"
He backed up several paces...
"VIAAAAA!!!"
And he was off, giving himself a running start before he jumped into his chair-turned-toy and sped down the hallway at both full speed and full volume. The Italian continued to scream as his chair reached the other end of the hall, and ran into the wall that was waiting for him there. But he didn't even seem to mind, much less feel any lasting pain, and once he had straightened himself out, he was off again. The tone of his squealing voice hovered somewhere between excitement and terror, and knowing him, it was most likely both.
But he was having fun, which had ultimately been the goal.
Veneziano set his chair back up and got ready to jump again.
"VIAAAAA!!!"
When: One sunny afternoon on February 21st, perfect for a rampage.
Where: The halls, starting in South Wing.
What: Veneziano discovers a chair... with wheels on it.
Rating: Ve~.
Sulking wasn't in Italy's vocabulary of expressions. It was one of the many things that were completely foreign to him, just like scowling, anger, and virtually everything that didn't fall within the realm of ignorant bliss. So, after several days of sulking and thinking of his "mother," the memory of their Christmas Day meeting was slowly beginning to fade, and Italy decided that he needed something to do. Something fun.
As the Italian scooted back and forth in his chair, he looked around his (read: Romano's, where he was currently sleeping) room for any signs of fun. Unfortunately, unless he prodded his brother enough into doing whatever he wanted, Romano tended to be the opposite of fun. Veneziano pouted and rocked back and forth in his brother's chair, suddenly wishing the walls weren't so sterile or that the bed was a little more bouncy. And as he did this, he realized that he had never been able to make his chair in the North Wing roll back and forth like Romano's chair could. Maybe it never had wheels. Maybe the fact that the North Wing was a live-in ice box made rolling around on chairs impossible. Either way, as he pushed himself away from Romano's desk and rolled across the room, he realized that his brother's chair had the potential to be...
Fun.
It was an idea Veneziano just couldn't get out of his head. He knew he had to take Romano's chair and put it to better use than his brother likely did, and that meant taking it out for a test drive. A quick scan of the halls revealed that they were empty, at least for the moment; luckily, Veneziano lived in the moment, and that was enough for him. The Italian wasted no time in taking his brother's chair out into the hall, getting ready for what was to come.
"Pronti!"
Italy stopped his chair just outside the door to his brother's room.
"Ai posti!"
He backed up several paces...
"VIAAAAA!!!"
And he was off, giving himself a running start before he jumped into his chair-turned-toy and sped down the hallway at both full speed and full volume. The Italian continued to scream as his chair reached the other end of the hall, and ran into the wall that was waiting for him there. But he didn't even seem to mind, much less feel any lasting pain, and once he had straightened himself out, he was off again. The tone of his squealing voice hovered somewhere between excitement and terror, and knowing him, it was most likely both.
But he was having fun, which had ultimately been the goal.
Veneziano set his chair back up and got ready to jump again.
"VIAAAAA!!!"