language kink
anonymous
March 5 2010, 07:45:01 UTC
Spain, Romano, Spanish and Italian.
Romano (somewhat reluctantly) using Spanish is seen in the fandom, but what about Spain using Italian?
Spain is actually perfectly fluent in Italian, but is just too lazy to speak it with Romano these days (perhaps Spain spoke in Italian to little!Romano when he was teaching him Spanish?) Romano somehow learns about this (he hears Spain talking to Veneziano in Italian? Spain says something during sex?) and is either very turned on (Italian in a Spanish accent!) or annoyed (he's been speaking in Spanish all this time) or both.
Both would be nice, come to think of it...
Smut would be nice, but anything you nice anons choose to do would be appreciated :)
Quando Parli [1 a / ?]
anonymous
March 6 2010, 16:02:47 UTC
So, writer!anon from earlier :D I hope OP likes it so far, and I have no idea how long this will be for now. Probably longer then I intend it to. Oh, btw, English is not writer!anon's first language (I live more around Francis's left leg XD) Other note, I abuse italics, I know. ._.' And I hope my Italian will be okay... It might start a little angsty-ish, but it should soon get funnier (I hope).
The actual reason why he had decided to wake up this morning and not to spend his day lazily under his blankets was still a mystery to him. It might have been the fact that once woken up, he was unable to fall asleep again until siesta time. It might have been the fact that he knew his little brother to be in the same house as him and he had no intention at all to be greeted by flames or anything German like it had already happened many times too often. It might have been the fact that people were speaking downstairs, and that was in about seventy percent of the cases the preliminary for some idiocy of that stupid brother of his. It might
( ... )
Re: Quando Parli [1 b / ?]
anonymous
March 6 2010, 16:06:51 UTC
Despite himself, Romano smiled. So he hadn't spent half his life running away from people for nothing ? Good to know. He walked around the (huge, to his chagrin) house of his, walked into the kitchen and grabbed a few tomatoes. He was hungry now. "Ve, fratello, did you know big brother Spain speaks Italian ?" Shit, he had forgotten his brother. Romano turned around slowly, and the look on his face clearly read "What are you doing here
( ... )
Re: Quando Parli [1 b / ?]
anonymous
March 6 2010, 21:26:09 UTC
This was wonderful and amazing and not a fiasco at all don't worry
OP here, and I loved what you've done here! oth the Italies and Spain are in-character, and you haven't made them excessively stereotypical. I agree with your interpretation of Veneziano xD
Quando Parli [2 a / ?]
anonymous
March 7 2010, 07:33:45 UTC
Romano is having his intern debate, I'm a sucker for his inferiority and whatnot complexes. He's so troubled in this "chapter", I almost feel bad... D': Spain's is rather difficult to write, surprisingly... He's acting kinda off, huh ? And Veneziano is being adorable :D Overprotective little brother moe appears here <3 Anon forgot to add that the title means "When you speak", I know, my naming-skills are amazing 8D
"Fucking bastard !" Romano screamed, kicking his beloved Vespa. How was it possible the fuel went out ? And how was it possible that he had landed in a part of his country he didn't know ?! So much for driving far away to get some rest. Everything was obviously Spain's fault. He was the one who had been at his house, he was the one talking with Veneziano, he was the one talking in Italian. He still couldn't really believe it. Since when could he... ? Was he able to talk to him in Italian back then when he had to learn Spanish ? Spain had forced his culture upon him but had never told him that he actually was interested
( ... )
Quando Parli [2 b / ?]
anonymous
March 7 2010, 07:37:47 UTC
~ ~
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
( ... )
Quando Parli [2 c / ?]
anonymous
March 7 2010, 07:44:01 UTC
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
( ... )
Quando Parli [3 a / ?]
anonymous
March 8 2010, 19:28:58 UTC
Romano had wished for no more complication. Of course, this was a very difficult thing to ask for when you were South Italy, place ruled by the mafia, and as unfortunate as him. "So, what do you expect from me now you morons ?" "We heard you were feeling a little better those times, what about give us a little more of that money so that we ca-" "You got me kidnapped... for that ? BASTARDI ! PENSATE CHE POTETE VENIRE QUI PER SCOCCIARMI COME NIENTE FOSSE ?!" Silence. "The Spanish peninsula is troubling you again ?" Seriously, why was he a country again ? If these men where able to tell things he didn't even want to think about ? His mouth stayed wide agape from the previous screaming, and the lack of reaction made one of the taller mafiosi (was he a capodecina ?) laugh out loud, literally. As in, throwing his head back and almost chocking himself on his breath. Romano seriously hated the mafia
( ... )
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
( ... )
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
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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
Quando Parli [4 a / ?]
anonymous
March 13 2010, 00:08:20 UTC
The drive home was rather silent with Veneziano being generally happy ("I found you, brother !") and Romano being generally grumpy ("Bastards, taking my Vespa, I swear, one day I am going to..."). But after all, things hadn't gone too bad, and to be honest, Romano had kind of forgotten how everything had started. That is, until he arrived and realization struck him. There still very probably was something annoyingly Spanish, and that annoyance would soon come out to greet him, and he really was in no mood to deal with him. His brother interrupted his train of thoughts by stating the obvious
( ... )
Quando Parli [4 b / ?]
anonymous
March 13 2010, 00:18:49 UTC
The tomato fell out of Spain's mouth when he stiffened in utter shock at the tame and nice response, and looked as if Romano had just announced he was pregnant and only going to wear pink dresses from now on. Or planning to get married to Russia. Either way, he had frozen for a split second, and in another split second, was next to the Italian, his hand on the other's forehead, looking seriously worried and tears at the corner of his eyes. He was babbling about things and others, making a mix of Spanish, English and Italian without noticing it, and Romano could only look at him in pure confusion. What had he just asked anyway ? He hadn't asked him how his day had been ? No ? Well, shit"What... What did you ask, bastard
( ... )
Quando Parli [5 a / ?]
anonymous
March 21 2010, 20:27:01 UTC
Haha, sorry for the wait, I seriously should have written faster, writer!anon apologizes ;_;
So this was how he had managed to land locked in his bedroom with the Spaniard in front of the door for the second time of the day. Well, technically, it was already the day after, since it was past midnight. But that wasn't the point. The bastard had not said anything for a good amount of time, and Romano was wondering if he hadn't left. After all, why would he stay here with an annoyed an uncooperative Italian ? There was silence for a little while longer, and Romano started to undress. He was thinking, and tired. And because he was tired, his thinking didn't make a lot of sense. Because otherwise, he reasoned, why would he be thinking about this all the time ? It troubled him when Spain, was talking Italian, but why was he thinking about it when he wasn'tHe had just gotten his pajama pants on (you were never too careful with the Spaniard in your house) when he heard a soft knock on the door. The voice was calm and his words were echoing
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Romano (somewhat reluctantly) using Spanish is seen in the fandom, but what about Spain using Italian?
Spain is actually perfectly fluent in Italian, but is just too lazy to speak it with Romano these days (perhaps Spain spoke in Italian to little!Romano when he was teaching him Spanish?) Romano somehow learns about this (he hears Spain talking to Veneziano in Italian? Spain says something during sex?) and is either very turned on (Italian in a Spanish accent!) or annoyed (he's been speaking in Spanish all this time) or both.
Both would be nice, come to think of it...
Smut would be nice, but anything you nice anons choose to do would be appreciated :)
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Other note, I abuse italics, I know. ._.' And I hope my Italian will be okay...
It might start a little angsty-ish, but it should soon get funnier (I hope).
The actual reason why he had decided to wake up this morning and not to spend his day lazily under his blankets was still a mystery to him. It might have been the fact that once woken up, he was unable to fall asleep again until siesta time. It might have been the fact that he knew his little brother to be in the same house as him and he had no intention at all to be greeted by flames or anything German like it had already happened many times too often. It might have been the fact that people were speaking downstairs, and that was in about seventy percent of the cases the preliminary for some idiocy of that stupid brother of his. It might ( ... )
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"Ve, fratello, did you know big brother Spain speaks Italian ?"
Shit, he had forgotten his brother. Romano turned around slowly, and the look on his face clearly read "What are you doing here ( ... )
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OP here, and I loved what you've done here! oth the Italies and Spain are in-character, and you haven't made them excessively stereotypical. I agree with your interpretation of Veneziano xD
*waits for next part*
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Anon forgot to add that the title means "When you speak", I know, my naming-skills are amazing 8D
"Fucking bastard !" Romano screamed, kicking his beloved Vespa. How was it possible the fuel went out ? And how was it possible that he had landed in a part of his country he didn't know ?! So much for driving far away to get some rest.
Everything was obviously Spain's fault.
He was the one who had been at his house, he was the one talking with Veneziano, he was the one talking in Italian.
He still couldn't really believe it. Since when could he... ? Was he able to talk to him in Italian back then when he had to learn Spanish ? Spain had forced his culture upon him but had never told him that he actually was interested ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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"So, what do you expect from me now you morons ?"
"We heard you were feeling a little better those times, what about give us a little more of that money so that we ca-"
"You got me kidnapped... for that ? BASTARDI ! PENSATE CHE POTETE VENIRE QUI PER SCOCCIARMI COME NIENTE FOSSE ?!"
Silence.
"The Spanish peninsula is troubling you again ?"
Seriously, why was he a country again ? If these men where able to tell things he didn't even want to think about ? His mouth stayed wide agape from the previous screaming, and the lack of reaction made one of the taller mafiosi (was he a capodecina ?) laugh out loud, literally.
As in, throwing his head back and almost chocking himself on his breath.
Romano seriously hated the mafia ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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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That is, until he arrived and realization struck him. There still very probably was something annoyingly Spanish, and that annoyance would soon come out to greet him, and he really was in no mood to deal with him. His brother interrupted his train of thoughts by stating the obvious ( ... )
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Or planning to get married to Russia.
Either way, he had frozen for a split second, and in another split second, was next to the Italian, his hand on the other's forehead, looking seriously worried and tears at the corner of his eyes. He was babbling about things and others, making a mix of Spanish, English and Italian without noticing it, and Romano could only look at him in pure confusion. What had he just asked anyway ?
He hadn't asked him how his day had been ?
No ?
Well, shit"What... What did you ask, bastard ( ... )
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OP!Anon really likes the way this is going xD
That last line is pure WIN. that sexy Spanish accent don't bother trying to deny it, Romano.
*is sitting here refreshing*
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So this was how he had managed to land locked in his bedroom with the Spaniard in front of the door for the second time of the day.
Well, technically, it was already the day after, since it was past midnight.
But that wasn't the point.
The bastard had not said anything for a good amount of time, and Romano was wondering if he hadn't left. After all, why would he stay here with an annoyed an uncooperative Italian ? There was silence for a little while longer, and Romano started to undress. He was thinking, and tired. And because he was tired, his thinking didn't make a lot of sense.
Because otherwise, he reasoned, why would he be thinking about this all the time ? It troubled him when Spain, was talking Italian, but why was he thinking about it when he wasn'tHe had just gotten his pajama pants on (you were never too careful with the Spaniard in your house) when he heard a soft knock on the door. The voice was calm and his words were echoing ( ... )
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