"Again?" Felicia frowned, realizing to be back in one of the HQ's big hallways. Her point of view? She's been home for years and it's 1870 in her place and, with the informations she got in the HQ, she managed to become stronger than she was supposed to be as normal Italy... but not so much. 
Anyway, the woman's now looking around, trying to ( Read more... )

[Italy knows that this is HQ. He knows that it isn't the mansion. And that, most likely, doing this won't help anything at all in any sense, but just in case....He's still going around and breaking any clock he can find. All kinds of clocks. Analogue. Digital. Cuckoo. None are spared. He grabs another, smashing it against the wall. Goodbye, clock. ( Read more... )

[Italy is lost, and confused, and holding what appears to be a bible close to his chest. But that's fairly normal for Italy, isn't it? Except...Something seems off. First and foremost the things that stick out the most are the rips and blood on his clothes, not all of it his, and the remains of his ripped, and shredded beyond repair flag. The last ( Read more... )

[It's that time of year again-- Angel!Feliciano is moulting. Like a bird. Fluffy white angel-feathers all over one of HQ's living rooms, and their pouting source curled up on the sofa, wings tatty and scruffled-looking. This itches. It itches a lot, but he can't do anything about it, because it hurts to scratch.]

[He is just ripe for teasing at the ( Read more... )

[HELP WANTED][these posters have been showing up all over HQ. Who put them there? Germany. Because now he's gotten back together with his Italy, and they want to build a house together outside. If you bother to read said posters, they're asking for help with construction and manual labor, and instructing to meet in the library ( Read more... )

*Italy stands in one of the kitchens of HQ, working away on some Gnocchi, singing in italian and wearing a frilly apron to boot. On the counter behind him, there are a few magazines open on the counter (Mostly home-style kind of magazines), one of them having a tomato-shaped wedding ring resting on top of it. He didn't want such a nice ring getting ( Read more... )

[Have a Chibitalia, HQ! He's got a large amount of art supplies and is painting indiscriminately all over the walls, paintings that are already there, and maybe even some people if they get in his way light fixtures. Not that he has any idea what those are. But they're shiny and the paint looks pretty with the light behind it ( Read more... )

[A little boy in a tunic waddles through the halls, clutching the pendant around his neck between both hands.]

[He wanders from door to door, poking his head in and calling:]

Grampa? ... Lowi?

Where are you?

[Not finding anyone, he sniffles a little and toddles farther down the hallway.]

[Pre-Chibitalia Italy, from the middle of the Roman ( Read more... )

The boy Feliciano quietly entered his empty office and a sigh escaped his throat as he closed the door behind him. He looked abnormally bored and stiff as he wore a pair of SOAT BLACK PANTS, a SOAT BLACK SUIT with a WHITE SHIRT and a YELLOW TIE to match it all. Frankly, he felt just as bored as his clothes was boring, and that does say a lot ( Read more... )

Italy sometimes sleeps on the floor. That's common knowledge, for people who've known Italy for a while. At 3 PM, he sleeps wherever he happens to be, if he's nowhere near a bed at the time ( Read more... )