Rainy Afternoons [Open]

[Romano Vargas]

Romano sighed staring out into the rain. He really, really, really hated being outside. Not the rain, just being outside. The elder Vargas actually liked the rain...a lot. It was always calm no matter what. No matter what year. No matter what...war. The brunette was sitting in a old abandoned park. Cliche, but it was close to the vet's that he sometimes went to for the animals he took care of.

One of the things he liked about this old park, was the covered swing set. It leaked in a few places from the decaying wood, but the feel was more of a cold and damp than dreary. It was nearby from the church, but far enough way it could be considered part of the outlying lands. Many people left this small area alone, due to notions about it being haunted. Yawning softly, he kicked his feet out. The Southern Italian personification, learned early on, that the smell of the wood, the windows that were open around him...this is the only place that felt like home.

Tomato-idiot's house felt like home too sadly, but he would never stoop to the level of Potato-Wurst-idiot-duo, but Romano knew his brother would. Tucking his legs in as he rocked back in the old swing, kicking them out when he swung forward, it helped him relax, no matter how childish he seemed.

The elder Italian, continued to swing his eyes catching the ridge of the sky through the decaying wood once and awhile. It was practically pouring, yet there was no wind, besides a gentle gust or two. Nothing to make it swing downwards violently. His auburn-olive eyes scanned the whole place, wondering what on earth...why on earth...was he dragged into this war...He didn't want to be!

But he had to protect his brother...and like it or not, he was South Italy. The scourge of Italy he remembered. Nothing like his brother. Continuing to swing slowly, Romano caught a glimmer of something, watching the...creature bolt around under everything. Dropping his feet, he slid out of the swing, as the creature, cat, came closer.

A small brown cat bolted under the rotting wood awning where he was, and they shared a quick glance. Romano's eye twitched as he leaned down. The cat tensed, but didn't bolt. "..Mrow." He 'meowed' watching the cat come close enough to sniff his fingers.

"This is going to take me awhile isn't it?" He sighed, pulling out a few treats he carried around for his own animals. Holding one out, the cat snatched it from his hands and gulped it down. The Italian frowned. This cat needed attention. With his weakness for animals, after a few minutes, he got the cat calmed down in his lap. Sitting back on the swing, the cat didn't move as he relaxed there.

"Good cat." He muttered.

(And I totally recycled a post that I had on another site...Oh well.)

[Antonio Fernandez Carriedo]

He honestly shouldn't be here. He should be back in his country preparing for more fighting, preparing to defend his land. But Antonio couldn't stand it anymore, the talk of war, the panic. So he came to the only true place he could think of that would calm him down. Rather, he came to the person who would take his mind off of things. The person he always loved to see. Romano.

He had already gone to the Italian’s house, with no luck of him there. Luckily walking around town he wouldn’t be very noticeable; he was wearing casual clothing, and had his hood up because of the rain. No one would question his hiding of his face in the brown jacket with the rain falling slowly and evenly. He knew Romano liked the rain, so finding him outside was his best bet; it had been that way even when the Italian was under him. He would probably be enjoying himself or in deep thought while enjoying the sound and smells of the rain, possibly the feel of the rain on his face.

Squinting through the water falling in drops, he noticed someone walking around, even if he couldn’t identify who. Biting his lip, Spain struggled to recognize the human being, before giving up and heading across the street. As he approached closer, he smiled in success. The Italian was sitting peacefully on a swing, the rain falling around him. Leaning against a nearby tree, he watched peacefully as his former charge slowed the swing and approached a lone cat. He chuckled at the man’s childish behavior towards the animal, something that was so far out of character, yet so much like him at the same time. As the older Italian went back to the swing with a cat in hand, Antonio pushed off the rough trunk of the tree with a grin.

Opening his mouth to call the boys name, he stopped himself with a smile and walked slowly around in a large circle to get behind the fellow nation. The rain obviously hid his already quiet steps, as Lovino did not notice the elder nation until large tan hands grabbed the chains of the old swing. The boy jumped in surprise, obviously frightened about who could have snuck up on him, but Spain talked before he could turn to see. The cat meowed in confusion at the sudden jolt.

“Hola, mi bello Lovino.” The whisper was right by the Italians ear, his breath blowing past the slightly pink ears from the cold and rain.

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OOC;; Sorry it's short, I wanted it to be longer, but meh.

[Romano Vargas]

He looked up to the sky, with a small frown. If he squinted hard enough, he could envision the large stained glass murals in the church. The pictures and notions of angels that littered the white chapel. He loved watching the sun set behind the windows, the shadows coursing through the church and ever few seconds he could see something in the floor.

A small smile lit up his face as he remembered sitting there and staring up for hours in the empty chapel.It made him feel a little better remembering the peaceful quiet of the church...or even the ocean and other places. It calmed him down, and he was less easier enraged from the stupid idiots that seemed to surround him. Romano kicked his legs out as the swing as he tilted a little forward. He was alone for the longest time. Feliciano was too busy at the castle with his little German lovesick puppy, Ludwig from what he understood, but...the brunette paused. There was...no one here that he liked.

Looking down to the purring cat in his lap, he frowned. The cat was sick, or needed help getting healthy. The blue eyes, slowly turning green was cloudy, and it's nose was running slightly. "Poor thing...you must have been out here for awhile. Stupid idiots." The cat meowed, rubbing into the warmth. It was grey and white, and it was extremely fluffy. Not exactly a long haired cat, but fluffy enough.

The cat perked up slightly, and he jolted as he felt a presence behind him and he raised his arm enough to give a good elbow to whatever the hell was behind him. Romano's eyes widened and he bolted off the swing, as he held the cat to his chest. "A-Antonio?" His surprise boiled into slight rage and mostly worry. "What the hell are you doing here!?" Shaking his head he glared. "Y-You're going to get in trouble if someone finds you!? Did you stay out of sight!? My god you freaking idiot, I'm going to kill you if you get me in trouble! Prussia probably already knows your here! You need to hide!" He fretted slightly.

(OOC: I hope this doesn't come off rude, but watch out for things like that in your fourth paragraph! It's technically godmodding. I just noticed I mentioned the wrong paragraph. Whoops. It's the fourth.)

[Antonio Fernandez Carriedo]

OOC;; AH! Sorry, I just realized I did that. I must have not thought when I was typing, I don't know why I did that OTL

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Antonio pouted at the yelling he was on the receiving end of, sighing in disappointment. Spain's expectations that it would be a romantic, 'Oh Antonio, I missed you!' was completely stupid, but he could always dream right?

"It's fine Romano, no one saw me. You're the only person who would come out in this rain, and my hood was up anyway." The older country walked slowly up to the spazzing Italian and hugged the poor boy. "I missed you, okay? I can't take all the fighting right now, so I had to get away for a bit." Kissing the top of the boy hair, he smiled brightly as he pulled away.

"Besides, I bet you missed me too~" He said in a playful voice, tilting his head in a childish action. Antonio had a feeling that he would notice the avoidance of the question about Prussia, and promptly ask about it and make a huge deal. It wasn't Spain's fault he had a hard time with knowing he could possibly be destroyed by his former best friend. Smiling sadly that in a way that he knew would speak more words than he could get out, he hoped the message was conveyed. Antonio was never very good about communicating. 'Please, don't bring him up.'

"Ah, so how's it like being under someone who isn't me? I bet you miss Boss Spain, don't you?" A large smile broke out on his face, whether or not it was sincere. Going back to the swings Romano previously was occupying, he motioned for the Italian to join him. His feet swayed back and forth as he kicked his legs lightly, one of his shoes untied and the laces swaying with his movements. His eyes softened until the normal shine dulled, he thoughts lost to ones serious instead of carefree like usual. God he hated this feeling, he wish it could just go away forever. Sometimes he regretted being a country, just for having to deal with these things going on in his life.

"Romano... I'm afraid of what is going to happen. He's strong, and my people are loosing hope. And there is nothing I can do to change that. I don't want to give up, but sometimes I think it'd be better. If I as a country was taken in by another, I feel like I'd disappear or something, and God, I'm so afraid that will happen to you, and everyone, and-"

[Romano Vargas]

Romano sometimes wondered if Spain did actually have a brain. Showing up in enemy territory, probably unarmed, was a ridiculous and horrendous idea. ...But in a way it was just like Spain. He had to push away the small smile from his lips, just from seeing him, the worry and shock easily overriding any sense of happiness from this visit.

Yelping softly, he held the cat to his chest as he was hugged. The small cat mewed in confusion, but didn't squirm too much. "Anyone can guess who doesn't belong here, you idiot..." Romano did his best not to throw himself into the embrace, for the fact that..someone was here...for him..."I missed you too, idiot. I had no one to beat up." ...Well it wasn't a complete lie. He was just glad that Spain didn't see him in his priest robes...that would have been highly embarrassing. Freezing from the small kiss on his head, the brunette blushed brightly. "D-Do you have to do that?" He mumbled, not really upset at all. As the other stepped away, he didn't like how the warmth left him.

Huffing softly, he answered. "I didn't miss you too much." He 'teased' back. Flinching softly at the look, he moved his eyes away. Romano didn't want to upset Spain, not after all the trouble he went through. It was his fault in some way...his people, under Prussian rule, were fighting Spain...it was his fault...Spain probably hated him for it. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to ask for forgiveness....but..but...he didn't want to fight!

"Either way it sucks. I have to wear a freaking dress...robe...thing. Plus I have to work. In. a. church. There is something wrong with Gilbert because he finds it so damn funny. Even though I wore a dress at your place too, at least you knew that I was still in charge of somethings." He ranted slightly, the fire in his eyes just as strong as any other day. He paused as he saw the other dull, visibly.

Not only did he grow alarmed, he stepped forward, the once scared cat complacent in his arms. "A-Antonio?" He whispered slightly, the brunette looking worried. Biting his lip as the other started to talk, it did all he could not to just slap the other.

"Antonio...I won't disappear. As long as you keep being a pain, you'll never disappear. Look at Gilbert. He now has a damn empire because he never disappeared. Please don't give up...that isn't the Antonio I know. The Antonio I know is stubborn, and even if he wants to give up, his people make him strong." He spoke quietly, the rain threatening to drown out his voice. "Fight...fight...fight for me, fight for your country...fight for what you believe in. I don't care if you lose or win, you'll always be Spain that I can't ever seem to get rid of. The idiot that even can make me smile once and awhile. And if you speak about how nice I'm being I will kick you in the groin." He threatened half-heartedly, moving to sit on the swing next to him. "I won't disappear. We're Italy. No matter how useless we are, we still stick around."