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    IC-It all seemed incredibly retarded but here he was,here was Luciano Vargas stranded in the South part of Italy. He rubbed his forehead with his hand and groans in frustration "I'm going to kill Flavio......if I ever get home." He grumbled as he continued to roam around the streets of Italy,he then felt the camera around his neck lightly pound against his chest. Flavio insisted on taking a tour and getting camera shots. He then looked around trying to recognize something,someone,maybe his 1p's brother or Feliciano himself. He then found a bench and sat down slowly thinking to himself "If I was a pasta loving idiota where would I go?" He closed his eyes touching his chin with a finger. The darker version of North Italy continued to ponder blankly before opening one of his eyes.


    OOC-You may be Lovino or Feliciano or/and even some of the 2p's :3

    OOC:Nice to meet you! Call me Syven (as it says), I'm a relatively active writer. Just a bit about me:)


    Lovino wandered aimlessly on the sidewalk, his hands shoved in his pockets. He'd just returned from Spain and had nothing in particular to do, the day was nice enough and he was alone, so going for a walk seemed appealing. As he walked, his eyes wandered from face to face of random citizens he passed by. Until they zeroed in on a certain Italian. Lovino's dark eyes narrowed as he marched over to the bench, "What the hell are you doing here?"

    OOC-Hello and I can tell,you can just call me Luci :3


    IC-"Ciao Lovino. Not too pleased to see me,eh?" He answered simply as he was unfazed by the grouchier of the one player Italian brothers. He then smirked as he leaned back against the bench "You can thank my brother for this situation,Romanito. It was his idea anyways. Next time I'll make the bastardo go himself. But he's too much of a wimp and fears he'd get lost unlike me of course. And ruin his estupido clothing." He then closed his eyes as he crossed his legs trying to get into a much better and suited position for relaxation. He then reopened one of his eyes to look over at Romano,his violet optic gleaming with amusement.

    The Italian sighed, pressing his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose. "No I'm not pleased to see you, idiota, exactly the opposite." He glared at his brothers 2P, "So the other idiot is wandering around here too? Fabulous.. Exactly what I need.. It's bad enough when Feliciano comes around.." With a sigh of resignation, he took a seat next to Luciano, no point in wasting extra energy on him. Of course he couldn't get a moments peace, even in his own home.

    "No actually my supposedly grande fratello is probably sitting on the couch or on the computer eating gelato waiting to hear from me. How my trip to Italy is going." Luciano replied simply not seeming to care at all as he closed his other eye. "Besides it doesn't surprise me that you're not pleased to see me. None of you 1p's would like running into me. Maybe that potato bastardo Feliciano hangs out with,he actually has guts unlike the others." He mumbles as he then sighed inwardly. The Italian then went silent for a few seconds.

    Lovino scoffed, folding his arms. "Of course the damn German would deal with 2Ps, he puts up with Feliciano. The bastard is crazy." Glancing at his brother's second player, he gritted his teeth. "So what are you gonna do? You can't just sit here." He wouldn't allow it. This was his home and he wasn't about to let this idiot screw it up.

    The second player opened his violet-coloured eyes looking at the South part of Italy,"I know I can't just sit here. I just don't know where to go," he replied closing his eyes with a soft sigh. He then looked around a bit but narrowed his eyes slightly before closing them.

    ((author/admin: before I join is this PAFP? if so I can delete the posts, but it looks interesting. I am forever stuck as admin until Feliciano moves out of this account))

    The 1p scoffed again, "Why not just go home? I'm sure your brother will find you there." Better than staying. he added mentally, drumming his fingers on the bench. The thought of inviting him to his home flitted across his mind, but he immediately shoved them away, scowling.

    "Thats the problem. I'm a bit misdirected and don't know how to get back home," The 2p replied as he scowled to himself. He wasn't about to use the word 'lost' in front of Lovino,not now or ever. He was too stubborn to admit it and didn't want to be taunted. The last two damn things he didn't want.

    Lovino snorted, not bothering to hide his smirk. "Lost? Ha, typical. I guess I have to help you if I want you gone then..." Standing to his feet, he groaned. Maybe he could call his brother and have him deal with Luciano. He sure as hell didn't want to do it, at least not by himself.

    "Believe me,if it was my brother he would be bawling and hugging you. But I don't work that way." Luciano snorts with a smirk and stood up beside his 1p's brother,stretching out slightly before taking off the camera stuffing it into the pocket of his uniform "Won't be needing that," he mumbled to himself closing his eyes pulling out some shades to cover his violet optics up.

    "If you were your damn brother I would have shot you by now."Luciano he tolerated, but he hated Flavio. He found his 2p annoying and irritating, more so than anyone else he'd ever met. "Where do you need to go?"

    "Heh,I wouldn't say the same about Feliciano." He replied bluntly and then began to try to remember why he was here in the first place "Well I don't have an exact area or place where I need to be as you can see I was sent by my idiota of a fratello. On a detour of Italy. I had a camera hanging around my neck to take pictures but that doesn't matter now." Luciano sighs inwardly.

    "Are you trying to get home or do you just need some place to be?" He asked, getting exasperated already. People were Feli's strongpoint, not his. He was better at figuring things out for himself not for others. He didn't even like people that much...

    He noticed but made no comment of it,a smartass comment that is,the last thing the two needed was a jumble of swearing and fighting,"Home," Is all Luciano let slip out of his mouth as he bit his tongue to prevent more words from escaping. He reopened his eyes and just stood there.

    "I've got a car..." he muttered unwillingly. Why the hell was he helping him in the first place? "I can drive to an airport, a bus stop, a boat..." he trailed off, silently praying he wouldn't ask Lovino to just drive him straight home.

    Feliciano wandered the streets of Northern Italy. Germany had been unavailable for the day, due to some 'government reason' that he refused to tell the Italian. So Feli just decided to go have some fun for the day, then had ended up where he was now. He tried to come up with things to do, but couldn't come up with anything! He could go get pasta anyday, so he didn't want to do that. Italy figured he would go talk to a few people, even if he didn't know them.

    "An airport,all the planes are occupied for a whole two weeks. And a bus stop,it has too many people and I'm not much of a people person. Boats are overrated..." He trailed off at the last one then added "Besides I know you wouldn't want to drive me all the way home." Luciano sighs softly kicking the ground with the tip of his boot as he thought this was a bunch of messed up crap that shouldn't have ever happened.