Romarella~
This blog has now changed to a Romarella rp blog due to request~
E ‘come missione impossibile
Romano was getting cramp already, the small space of the barrel/box/chest/whatever he crawled into once he’d managed to scramble onto the cart that was carrying the cargo from the palace to the docks. He’d had enough with waiting around for that bastard whilst he got to run around everywhere seeing outside of that boring castle. He knew that the Spaniard would never let him onto the ship willingly but if they were already out to sea by the time he knew he was there then there was nothing he could do! And lucky, lucky him had managed to choose some cargo that stored apples, so there was definitely plenty to eat.
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He looked him up and down and mused a while ” so…how did this happen?” he smiled ” and you should wear my clothes more often you look cute~”
He promptly curled up in a ball, trying to hide his skinny long legs behind the still too big sleeves of the dress shirt and glaring at the floor. “Like i fucking know” He bit his lip, still shaking a bit even if Spain didn’t react as suprised as he expected. “No i dont… I look stretched and hideous.”
“no silly” he smiled “you look slender…” and kinda feminine he thought but knew better then to invoke the wrath of the distraught Italian. He was a paniking a little yes but that would do no good in the situation ” it makes you look handsome” he offered instead
The italian pouted, looking away from the spaniard, at least in order to hide the fact he was turning a little pink. “I don’t get it.” He changed the subject, uncomfortable with talking about his looks to the spaniard for some odd reason.
He blinked “you don’t get what Roma?” he asked and tilted his head slowly lacing a hand to rest on the boy’s knee
“Why i’m like this, of course idiot!” He yelled a little more grumpily than usual as he buried his head in his arms, continueing to swear and curse to himself in a paniced state.
He smiled sympothetically and repostioned himself to sit by Romano’s side and slowly embraced him. He could tell the boy was confused and unsure of his body and feelings. “It’s ok Roma…hopefully this is only temporary…then you can go back to how you were” He had to admit he enjoyed the handsome looking older Roma but he wanted his cute little boy back
Romano grumbled a small “Get off me, idiot” But made no effort to push him away when he felt the arms around him. He remained still, really unsure of what to say or do. “I don’t want to do all that shit you have to. I’d much rather sit at home and eat pasta than do all that.”
“no one says you have to do anything…just sit there and look pretty” he laughed and gripped him tighter for a second before nuzzling him protectively
He tried to bat him away, frowning “Stop treating me like a girl, idiot.” He smirked evilly, “If anything you’re the woman, you’re always making food like a good little housewife!” (Source: romarella, via thefairprinceantonio)
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He looked him up and down and mused a while ” so…how did this happen?” he smiled ” and you should wear my clothes more often you look cute~”
He promptly curled up in a ball, trying to hide his skinny long legs behind the still too big sleeves of the dress shirt and glaring at the floor. “Like i fucking know” He bit his lip, still shaking a bit even if Spain didn’t react as suprised as he expected. “No i dont… I look stretched and hideous.”
“no silly” he smiled “you look slender…” and kinda feminine he thought but knew better then to invoke the wrath of the distraught Italian. He was a paniking a little yes but that would do no good in the situation ” it makes you look handsome” he offered instead
The italian pouted, looking away from the spaniard, at least in order to hide the fact he was turning a little pink. “I don’t get it.” He changed the subject, uncomfortable with talking about his looks to the spaniard for some odd reason.
He blinked “you don’t get what Roma?” he asked and tilted his head slowly lacing a hand to rest on the boy’s knee
“Why i’m like this, of course idiot!” He yelled a little more grumpily than usual as he buried his head in his arms, continueing to swear and curse to himself in a paniced state.
He smiled sympothetically and repostioned himself to sit by Romano’s side and slowly embraced him. He could tell the boy was confused and unsure of his body and feelings. “It’s ok Roma…hopefully this is only temporary…then you can go back to how you were” He had to admit he enjoyed the handsome looking older Roma but he wanted his cute little boy back
Romano grumbled a small “Get off me, idiot” But made no effort to push him away when he felt the arms around him. He remained still, really unsure of what to say or do. “I don’t want to do all that shit you have to. I’d much rather sit at home and eat pasta than do all that.” (Source: romarella, via thefairprinceantonio)
: rulerofthenewworld: : What the hell?! tomatoesarebenebene: Romano...
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He looked him up and down and mused a while ” so…how did this happen?” he smiled ” and you should wear my clothes more often you look cute~”
He promptly curled up in a ball, trying to hide his skinny long legs behind the still too big sleeves of the dress shirt and glaring at the floor. “Like i fucking know” He bit his lip, still shaking a bit even if Spain didn’t react as suprised as he expected. “No i dont… I look stretched and hideous.”
“no silly” he smiled “you look slender…” and kinda feminine he thought but knew better then to invoke the wrath of the distraught Italian. He was a paniking a little yes but that would do no good in the situation ” it makes you look handsome” he offered instead
The italian pouted, looking away from the spaniard, at least in order to hide the fact he was turning a little pink. “I don’t get it.” He changed the subject, uncomfortable with talking about his looks to the spaniard for some odd reason.
He blinked “you don’t get what Roma?” he asked and tilted his head slowly lacing a hand to rest on the boy’s knee
“Why i’m like this, of course idiot!” He yelled a little more grumpily than usual as he buried his head in his arms, continueing to swear and curse to himself in a paniced state. (Source: romarella, via thefairprinceantonio)
: rulerofthenewworld: : What the hell?! tomatoesarebenebene: Romano...
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He looked him up and down and mused a while ” so…how did this happen?” he smiled ” and you should wear my clothes more often you look cute~”
He promptly curled up in a ball, trying to hide his skinny long legs behind the still too big sleeves of the dress shirt and glaring at the floor. “Like i fucking know” He bit his lip, still shaking a bit even if Spain didn’t react as suprised as he expected. “No i dont… I look stretched and hideous.”
“no silly” he smiled “you look slender…” and kinda feminine he thought but knew better then to invoke the wrath of the distraught Italian. He was a paniking a little yes but that would do no good in the situation ” it makes you look handsome” he offered instead
The italian pouted, looking away from the spaniard, at least in order to hide the fact he was turning a little pink. “I don’t get it.” He changed the subject, uncomfortable with talking about his looks to the spaniard for some odd reason. (Source: romarella, via thefairprinceantonio)
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“hey” places hand on top of the pile “It’s ok Romano…come out please I really missed you and don’t want to have leave before i get to spend time with you” he smiles and waits patiently
Shit. Romano didn’t know what to do… He was hardly ever home but. Fuck, fuck fuck. He remained curled up, “W-Wh-Why would I want to see you?! I-I-Its not like you fucking matter!”
“I know Roma” pauses and thinks over responce considering it stabbed a little “but i missed you…please come out…just let me see you a little”
He shuddered a little under the blankets, he couldnt put off showing his face to the spaniard forever. “I’m sick.” He grumbled, pulling the covers even closer.
“por favour” he smiled slowly tugging at the covers and prying them away ” I just want to make sure your ok”
He groaned, pushing his head somewhat out of the covers and bringing them down to the bridge of his nose, glaring at the spaniard. “Better, Bastardo?”
“si~” he laughed “you have pretty eyes Roma!!” he tried to pull the covers futher down
He tried to tug back against the spaniard’s strength but felt the covers slip out of his grasp “Stop it bastard!” He srieked before they flew out of his hands all together and he fell back against the pillows, his older body unhidden as he cursed to himself.
He looked him up and down and mused a while ” so…how did this happen?” he smiled ” and you should wear my clothes more often you look cute~”
He promptly curled up in a ball, trying to hide his skinny long legs behind the still too big sleeves of the dress shirt and glaring at the floor. “Like i fucking know” He bit his lip, still shaking a bit even if Spain didn’t react as suprised as he expected. “No i dont… I look stretched and hideous.” (Source: romarella, via thefairprinceantonio)
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