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[My Brothers!]Italy

You are Italy and Romano's little sister. You are a lot like Italy, but take after Romano in the since that you hate Germany.

Family: Italy (Brother) Romano (Brother)

Italy: Veh! I love (Y/N)! She is a very sweet girl, and very cute. I don't understand why she hates Germany so much though...

Romano: My sister? Well, she acts a lot like Italy, but I still love her. Atleast she hates that potato loving bastard!

You are the city of Venice
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Ic: My cat was named after Germousser...

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Ooc:[My Boyfriend]
Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt)

You got Prussia! Prussia is a born fighter and has avoided joining any other countries. He will do anything to become stronger and is quite arrogant. Despite being a total narcissist he agrees that you are also quite awesome, and loves you very much although he may not want to admit it.

You are sitting in a room with a bunch of the countries playing seven minutes in heaven. You have been friends with Prussia for a while now and thought that tonight you may tell him how you really feel. It becomes your turn and you reach into the bag. You feel around for a bit when you pull out none other than Prussia’s iron cross. “Huh? Oh hey it looks like you get to spend your time with none other than the awesome me!” you hear him say. He comes over to you and grabs your hand pulling you into the closet with him. America comes over to close the door, but Prussia has already slammed it shut by the time he is halfway there. Once the door is closed the closet is immersed in darkness. Suddenly Prussia has you pinned to the wall. “I need to tell you something,” he says. You couldn’t see him, but you could tell this was something important by the frustrated noises he was making. “I… I really like you” he said then he suddenly kissed you before you even had time to react to the news. He was about to pull away to hear your reply, but all you did was wrap your arms around him, keeping him there. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You pulled away to break for air. “I like you too”, you finally replied. Next he was kissing you neck, looking for a soft spot and when he found it you let out a slight moan. As the two of you were kissing, he began to unbutton your shirt, and when he was done he took off his own. Couldn’t see but you could feel the muscle on his chest. He was about to unclip your bra when you realized there wasn’t much time left and stopped him from doing so. You took a break and he now realized that time was almost up. “You should probably button your shirt back up”, he says. “You don’t want everyone to see you like that do you?” you had never seen this side of him before. “So listen. Do you want to be my girlfriend or not?” He says the question in an almost demanding tone. Suddenly Germany opens the door. Prussia picks his shirt up off the ground and walks out like nothing serious had gone down at all. After the party, you begin to walk yourself home, when you get there you notice a strange car in front of your house and Prussia is sitting on a bench on your front porch. “I still need your answer”, he says.” “Yes” you reply, and he kisses you passionately before you go into your house[/spoiler].
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[My Brothers!]Italy

You are Italy and Romano's little sister. You are a lot like Italy, but take after Romano in the since that you hate Germany.

Family: Italy (Brother) Romano (Brother)

Italy: Veh! I love (Y/N)! She is a very sweet girl, and very cute. I don't understand why she hates Germany so much though...

Romano: My sister? Well, she acts a lot like Italy, but I still love her. Atleast she hates that potato loving bastard!

You are the city of Venice
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Ic: X3

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Ooc:[My Boyfriend]
Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt)

You got Prussia! Prussia is a born fighter and has avoided joining any other countries. He will do anything to become stronger and is quite arrogant. Despite being a total narcissist he agrees that you are also quite awesome, and loves you very much although he may not want to admit it.

You are sitting in a room with a bunch of the countries playing seven minutes in heaven. You have been friends with Prussia for a while now and thought that tonight you may tell him how you really feel. It becomes your turn and you reach into the bag. You feel around for a bit when you pull out none other than Prussia’s iron cross. “Huh? Oh hey it looks like you get to spend your time with none other than the awesome me!” you hear him say. He comes over to you and grabs your hand pulling you into the closet with him. America comes over to close the door, but Prussia has already slammed it shut by the time he is halfway there. Once the door is closed the closet is immersed in darkness. Suddenly Prussia has you pinned to the wall. “I need to tell you something,” he says. You couldn’t see him, but you could tell this was something important by the frustrated noises he was making. “I… I really like you” he said then he suddenly kissed you before you even had time to react to the news. He was about to pull away to hear your reply, but all you did was wrap your arms around him, keeping him there. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You pulled away to break for air. “I like you too”, you finally replied. Next he was kissing you neck, looking for a soft spot and when he found it you let out a slight moan. As the two of you were kissing, he began to unbutton your shirt, and when he was done he took off his own. Couldn’t see but you could feel the muscle on his chest. He was about to unclip your bra when you realized there wasn’t much time left and stopped him from doing so. You took a break and he now realized that time was almost up. “You should probably button your shirt back up”, he says. “You don’t want everyone to see you like that do you?” you had never seen this side of him before. “So listen. Do you want to be my girlfriend or not?” He says the question in an almost demanding tone. Suddenly Germany opens the door. Prussia picks his shirt up off the ground and walks out like nothing serious had gone down at all. After the party, you begin to walk yourself home, when you get there you notice a strange car in front of your house and Prussia is sitting on a bench on your front porch. “I still need your answer”, he says.” “Yes” you reply, and he kisses you passionately before you go into your house[/spoiler].
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