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The sun shone down brightly upon the smooth, sleeping face of one Feliciano Vargas as the light sound of gentle snores and an occasional "veh" could be heard coming from his person. The sky was lightly clouded overhead as the sun peeked out between white puffs, a cool wind making the temperature pleasantly warm in comparison to the stifling heat of the days before. Ideal weather for an afternoon nap, no? So had the thoughts been of the little Italian about an hour or so ago before he disappeared and left a pile of haphazard papers, books and incomplete assignments from his boss in a messy pile somewhere in his trail. Stretched out comfortably as he was under a tree, Italy dozed peacefully - his dreams filled with anything from rainbows to unicorns to pasta or even unicorns eating pasta under a rainbow.

The day had been fairly uneventful so far. Wake up for a meeting with the boss, doze through most of it and get scolded for not having his paperwork done; then, wake up enough to bounce excitedly to the cafeteria in the building and shovel down pasta then phase out through the rest of his meeting until exactly 3 pm when he then toddled off for a nap. Along the way, Italy had somehow managed to fall asleep while walking and ended up collapsing under a tree just outside the city to take his nap. Now, rear end in the air and a little cat curled up on his back, the brunette dozed peacefully - oblivious to the ongoings around him.

Life had been fairly monotonous as of late and Feliciano hadn’t quite decided if he liked it or not. Ever since his boss had ordered him to sitting in on so many meetings, things had definitely taken a spin off the norm. He rarely saw doitsu anymore and Big Brother France had become rather illusive, although Italy hadn’t really called him up to complain about anything recently. Japan he sometimes saw in brief passing but even that seemed a little awkward. What was he supposed to say? Anything? They were friends weren’t they?! He’d seen Big Brother Spain once or twice too and Romano! Oh Romano, how he missed his brother. It would have been so nice if Romano had been invited to all these meetings.

And so in this fashion subconscious thoughts that actually made some sort of remote sense curled themselves through the rainbows and unicorns of Italy’s dreams as the nation slept on. It was beginning to get chillier but instead of curling up, the brunette shivered instead, lost in his dreams. With his legs jutting out awkwardly in the path, Feliciano hadn’t the slightest inkling, asleep as he was, of any possibly approaching footsteps and so hadn’t the time to move as a crowd of people neared.

[Gahhhh! T^T This is the shortest freaking post I’ve done since who knows when. It doesn’t even reach my min of 900 words. *cries* Oh well, open to anyone, come wake Feli! ]

Oh... Boring days. How they were a plague on the world... Elizaveta Hedervary had done absolutley nothing for the entire day. Woke up late, sat through about thirty minutes of a meeting with no one in particular... She wasn't too prone to paying much attention unless Austria, Prussia, or Italy were involved. And they weren't, so she'd daydreamed through most of the boring blah blah blah...

She then left the meeting, going back to her home for a while. She'd fed the horses, gone for a short ride, and then realized that she still had nothing to do, She hated days like this... She'd spent about two hours reading. An American book, no less... Was she truly becoming so dependent on the slop of the modern world? She hadn't been able to find any of her own books, so she'd resorted to the last resort. But the book could only keep her attention for so long...

So she'd gone for a walk. Perhaps she'd run into someone interesting... Austria, maybe? Her day had lit up at that thought. She'd even intentionally gone by his house, but he hadn't been home. She'd even gone so far as to look into the window of the piano room. Ahem.....

Nothing to do, nothing to do... "Ó, hogy utálom unalmas nap, mint ez ... Mi ez?" Her own small rant in her own tongue, ended with a question as she noticed the feet sticking into her path. They were a good few dozen yards ahead of her, but still an attention-grabber. There was a group of younger children toddling towards them from the other direction, squealing. There were a few 'look, teacher, there's a sleeping man!' comments... Then they just toddled over the feet, leaving no trace they had ever been there.

Whoever could sleep through that was an expert... And she could only think of one person. If those were her little brother's feet, her day had just gotten much more interesting, if not comical. She stepped off the path to let the little ones past, reminiscent of her own childhood. There had been so many rough spots! She and Feli both had had some serious troubles. Then Austria... he'd swooped in to the rescue, though he wasn't too much older than them. He'd been their deliverance from torment and being overcome.

Sure enough, when she reached the spot connected with the feet, she found her favorite little brother, sprawled across the ground. How anyone could honestly sleep like that was completely beyond her, but hey, it was Feliciano, after all. He was the master of the strange and rather unexpected. "Little brother, you've chosen a very bad place for a nap..." She nudged him a few times, picking the cat up off of his back and setting it on her own lap as she sat down on the ground next to where he was sleeping, leaning her back on the tree.

- tag : feli <3
- notes : Ah... Could have been better. XD Lol. Hope you can work with that... :3
- words : 727
- music : my brother's watching iron man 2... does that count?
- outfit : Here!
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from RIVER by LIGHTS!

Gilbert Beilschmidt loved days where he had nothing he had to do. Relax, laze around, eat, watch TV… there were endless possibilities. His usual schedule for days like this, however, was not any of the pointless activities above, but usually being out and about. As much as Gilbert loved lazy days, he didn’t like just sitting at home all day. Oh, no, home was too boring, so as per usual, he had gotten up and, after he’d made his usual pancake breakfast, he had skipped outside in search of an opportunity to entertain himself, so here he was. Trudging along as he had been doing for the past, oh, half-hour behind none other than Elizaveta Hedervary, also known as Hungary, Gilbert finally called out to announce his presence, waving an arm as he picked up his pace. Of course, she hadn’t quite been his intended catch of the day, so to speak (his primary target of annoyance was usually that pansy Roderich- again, WHAT did she ever see in him? All he does is play piano all day!), but nonetheless, it was either that or try to find his brother, in which case he’d rather not try his chances, since his brother could have a foul mood if bothered at work, even if it WAS from someone as awesome as Gilbert himself!

So, little yellow bird fluttering behind him, he had originally set off that day to Roderich’s house. Upon arrival, however, there had been not a soul in sight. After banging on the door repeatedly, he had abandoned the task in favour of finding another way in, since of course he wasn’t going to give up THAT easily. Roderich sometimes wouldn’t answer the door anyway, if he knew it was the Prussian calling. Gilbert was fairly familiar with the Austrian’s house, however, so after abandoning the the front door, he circled around to the back, ready to try there, only to the same results as the front. Of course, ol’ Roddy could have just been sleeping, so the temptation of sneaking in and giving him a little wake-up call was just too… tempting. Temptation which had almost won over, until he had seen Elizaveta flitting around the side of the house.

Well, well. Looks like this day wouldn’t be totally uninteresting, or so he thought at first- as much as the Hungarian woman was a cause of his problems (or vice-versa, but of course, Gilbert considered himself too awesome to ever think of it otherwise… him causing trouble? Who would have thought!), and often a cause his bruises as well whenever she had that pan of hers within an arm’s reach, she was often just as fun to pester, or in this case, stalk follow as Roderich. Uh, not that he had ever done so anyway.

So here he was, at the moment watching a bunch of little kids trail past him. He smiled at the kids as they filed away, himself perfectly content to watch until after they had passed. He whistled to the little bird, which flew to perch itself on his shoulder, then continued along the path, setting his usual smirk on his face as he drew closer, crossing his arms smugly. He had just opened his mouth to speak when, with a rather sudden squawk, he toppled to the ground, little bird chirping in protest and rising into the air as the shoulder it had been resting on was suddenly pitched forward and slammed into the ground. “Ugh. Was war das…?” he muttered, twisting around to see the offending lump in the path more clearly. Whatever it was had ruined the effect of his awesome arrival…! He propped himself up on his elbows, drawing his feet to himself as he turned towards- oh! It was Feli. Of course, asleep, and in the middle of the path.

“Hey, Eliza,” he said casually, grinning as he pulled himself into a better sitting position. “Been looking for you. Well, really I was looking for that pansy, but he wasn’t home, so I decided you would be graced with my awesome presence instead,” he quipped, ruby eyes gleaming. “Of course, Feli’s always welcome too, kesesese,” he added, patting the Italian’s head. “Has he been like this all day? Looks like an awfully uncomfortable place to sleep.”


[N: Hi everyone! 723 words, well, not bad for a first post, hm? I hope this isn't too much of a late reply...]

Italy dozed on, oblivious to the passing crowd as people either went around or over him. Even a group of little Italian children, all chattering excitedly over his rather sprawled out stance couldn’t wake him and so, ever so slightly disturbed, Feli slept on. He didn’t feel the little hands tugging gently at his hair as one of them tried to wake him nor did he hear the silly shrieks of a small girl as she pointed to the cat and giggled. ‘cerca un gatto!’ she exclaimed, pointing her chubby little fingers at the tabby that blinked and looked on, sleepily. He didn’t hear the teacher call to her students nor did he even notice with anything more than a twitch as they waved goodbye and called quiet little giggling ‘ciaos’ after him.

As more feet approached, Feli remained off in his own little world, a quiet voice slowly managing to drift into his dreaming stream of consciousness. The feeling of a light weight being lifted off his back and the quiet mewl that sounded in protest also prodded at his stance and Feli twitched again, sleepily. Bad place for a nap? There was never a bad place or bad time for a nap!

The next thing Italy knew, a foot - a rather large, strong foot - came into contact with his ribcage and the nation gave a small grunt scrunching his eyes and rolling over away from the foot. He didn’t notice what happened overhead and the repetitive sound of 'veh' came forth audibly before it slowly faded and a light snore took its place. Another voice floated to his ears then and the smaller nation lifted his head lazily. A hand came to pat him and Italy smiled, enjoying the soft pats as he yawned sleepily not sure if he really wanted to get up or not. He knew Hungary was there with him, her sweet voice had been the first thing to rouse him, but… who was this other person?

Was war das? …Hn… that language was distinctly familiar though the accent less so. It must be Prussia! Feli smiled to himself happily. He liked Prussia. More often than not he was a little bit more fun too! Prussia almost never got mad at him for the same things doitsu did and he was always so happy and nice! Doitsu… veh, where was he?

…Ehhhhh?! Wait if Prussia was here then maybe…!

“I’m awake!” he exclaimed, sitting up. There was a quiet silence in which the sleepy nation swayed from side to side, still a little bit off in dreamland but conscious none the less. Then, with a content sigh, Italy glanced between the two sitting there with him. He felt honoured that they had come to visit his home, but but… where was Mr. Germany? Wasn’t he with Prussia? Oh, maybe not.

“Veeh~” he chimed quietly, anxiously. Was he supposed to entertain his guests? Would they like to go see art museums? What time was it… his sleepy mind could not really process much of what was going on. “Would Prussia and Ms. Hungary like to stay for dinner, veh~?” he asked finally, instead. They were bound to eat soon anyways, especially near his house. If not, what else could or should he do?


[Another too short post. Oh well, Feli really just refused to wake up for me. Hopefully this is ok~ WELCOME PRUSSIA! XD]

She sat and watched Feli sleep for a few more moments, then was going to try to wake him up again; however, a movement caught her eyes. She turned her head to see none other that her favorite least favorite person; Gilbert Beilschmidt, otherwise known as Prussia. She'd missed him earlier, somehow not hearing the pounding at Austria's door. She stared at him for a moment, wondering if he would come over. It was a strange relationship the two of them had; she'd never admit it out loud, but she rather liked the crazy thing that they had.

Sure enough, here he came, and apparently he didn't see Feli sprawled out on the ground. She let out a small squeak as the two collided into a lump. And of course, Feli didn't move much. She chuckled as Gilbert tried to play cool about the situation that just happened... It had been too nice a day so far to ruin his apparently excellent mood. Until the word pansy left his mouth.

"He's not a pansy." The sentence came out in a rush with a glare at the older nation. She was content to leave it at that; Prussia knew the wrath of her frying pan, if it continued. She was always doing that, even though he claimed he didn't need her protection... She defended him. They were no longer married, but Eliza still felt that extremely strong connection with Roderich. She couldn't help but defend him.

She sighed, smiling at Feli as he started to stir. The cat in her lap was still there, staring intently at Gilbird. She noticed and frowned at the cat, tapping one finger on the creature's nose to break it's gaze. She looked at Feli again, slightly startled when he shot up suddenly and announced his state of consciousness.

She couldn't help but laugh. The cat in her lap took off when his seat started moving. "Ah, Feli, of course I'll come. I've missed you, little brother. We need to catch up." Her voice was still laughing, just like her eyes.

- tag : feli Y gil <3
- notes : Welcome, Prussia~! :3 I'm sorry it's so short... XD I'm working hard to keep the muse flowing. It's not working.
- words : 588... *sniffle*
- music : altie station on the radio... Not sure what the station is.
- outfit : Here!
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from RIVER by LIGHTS!

Gilbert flapped a hand at Eliza when she chuckled at him, then rolled his eyes at her sudden change of attitude towards him after he finished speaking. Leaning back, he waved a hand in the air dismissively, rather amused at her sudden defensiveness. "So you say, so you say," he said, that smirk still on his face, but indeed, he did leave it at that. Gilbert had long since learned that, even in the middle of a path with not a kitchen anywhere in sight, she could probably conjure a frying pan out of thin air to give him a good whack with. He rubbed the back of his head automatically, making a face at the cat eyeing the bird on his shoulder. He reached up to pet said bird with two fingers to settle its nerves until Eliza drew the feline's attention away. The little bird wasn't unintelligent, and it had some experience with the feline species- which was why it was a little uneasy at the sight of the cat so intently fixed upon it.

The bird chirped as little Feli shot up suddenly, and Gilbert jumped slightly at the sudden movement. He laughed along with Eliza at the smaller nation's sudden wakefulness. "I see, you’ve joined the living again, little Feli," he said, patting the brunette's head again. “That, uh, was me tripping over you earlier, by the way. Sorry ‘bout that.” He chuckled, then grinned at the Italian’s offer to stay for dinner, exclaiming eagerly, “Yeah! I’d love to stay for dinner. Your cooking beats West’s any day now,” he said with a wink. No way would Gilbert ever pass up an offer for good food, let alone an offer from the Italian, whose cooking prowess was as renowned as France’s. After a moment, he added, “Sorry mein bruder isn’t with me today. Probably off working, you know how he is." He shrugged. "But hey, give him a call or something. He almost never ignores a call,” he amended, knowing his bruder not being there probably wouldn’t be happy news to Feli. And it was true- his bruder wasn’t one to ignore phone calls, especially if he thought it could be someone from work. Except for when it was Gilbert calling sometimes. But then again, Gilbert almost never called for a reason other than to shout at him to pick up the groceries or something.

He yelped as the bird suddenly flew from his shoulder to his head, digging tiny claws into his scalp, startled by the sudden movement of the cat leaping from Eliza’s lap. “Argh, can’t you just relax?” he asked the bird, glaring up in its general direction, but left the bird where it was. “That cat had better not try anything. Gilbird likes being in one piece.” He glanced up at the bird, then added to Feli, “What are you cooking tonight in that case? Gilbird’s gotta eat too, and I don’t have any food for him, I mean, I usually just feed him whatever me ‘n West are eating…”

[508 words. Pff, it seems all of us are having muse-troubles. Anyways, thanks for the welcome, you guys! I'm just happy to be here! (Especially as Prussia, I've always wanted to RP as him!)]

Italy couldn’t help the fuzzy feeling that stirred inside of him as he got such welcome reactions from both Prussia and Hungary. He wasn’t inclined to be self-conscious in the shy, overly anxious manner some were but he did sometimes worry just like everyone else. Especially if prompted by something. In such a case where something provoked him to be worried-- like a dream or a comment from another--Italy was always quick to action, sometimes even drastically so. He didn’t handle anxiety well. In this case though, as his nerves were placated, the lazy nation felt himself relax and a light sleepiness to settle over his senses again.

He had missed Hungary recently. It really was a pleasure for her to show up here, unannounced to pay him a visit! He knew she was so busy with her own work and things but he was still excited to see her. Turning in her direction as the female nation spoke, Italy smiled happily. “Veh!” he chirped in content response. Prussia too he was very excited to see. It was even rarer that the German would venture off to see him, especially alone. So much excitement all around!

Purring quietly and making little humming noises as Prussia pet him, Italy smiled. “Veh,” he chirped again. “It’s ok! It reminded me of pasta, and how you have to be careful never to drop it!” How the two related, even Italy couldn’t quite grasp. Practically glowing then as a compliment was paid him, Italy’s smile broadened. “Mr. Germany’s food has a funny taste, sometimes like Britain’s. Pasta is always better! Pasta, if cooked the right way, no matter who makes it, is always much tastier!” The little Italian grinned. Pasta was always best. No matter who cooked it, you really could never get pasta too wrong, not the pasta itself. There were so many types it was impossible! Capellini, spaghettoni, maccheroncelli, mezze zite, candele, ricciutelle, penne, chifferoni, quadrucci, anellini! Although, not everyone could ever really get it al dente besides himself except maybe Romano but it was tricky! Then matching the right type of sauce with the right shape was even harder! It was an art really. Thinking so much about this art was making him hungry too.

Suddenly, Italy’s face fell a little bit as Prussia spoke again. Yes, Germany probably was off working. He was so efficient and hardworking, his doitsu was, veh~ Germany probably had better, more responsible and time consuming things to do than slack off and come visit him, even if it had been an intolerably long time for the little Italien. He shouldn’t want Germany to come visit because that would just make him unhappy and that was the last thing Italy wanted. If Germany was busy, then he ought to be happy getting his things done so it was not nice to want doitsu there… right? Italy’s head suddenly hurt from the confusing thought process even though he knew, deep down it was true.

Suddenly a little light bulb dinged in Italy’s head. A phone call! That was the best option! If Germany really was so busy then he’d say it outright! Besides, how could he say yes or even know to come if he was never invited? There was going to be a party tonight! Italy giggled. Yes, he would also invite fratello and Big Brother Spain, and and… oh, Big Brother France! It was going to be so much fun! “Ah si, excellent idea! I will call now! We can have a big party! Everyone will be invited!”

Scrambling to his feet and ignoring the cat vs. bird scenario, Italy dug deep into his pants' pocket looking for something. Fingers closing around a small rectangular object, the small nation pulled out his cellular device and flipped it open, fingers dancing expertly across the keypad. Finally, after putting it to his ear, the device began to ring. … … … … … No answer except--

“Leider kann ich nicht nehmen Ihren Anruf im Moment. Bitte hinterlassen Sie Ihre Nachricht nach dem Signalton-- ehhh Italien!” The crashing noise that he’d caused at the end of the German’s voicemail always made Italy wince just a little as he waited for the beep to leave his message. When it sounded, he began.

“Veh, Germany, Germany! I’m having a party for dinner, er-- a dinner party at my house! Prussia and Ms. Hungary are coming! Maybe even fratello and Spain and others! I think you should come! I haven’t seen you in a looooong time! You should come if you can! I know you are busy and all but you should take a break! Breaks are good! I promise to be on my best behaviour, veh! Ok, I think the message might get cut off soon! Sorry again about the lamp I broke in your voicemail! You really should get that fixed. Anyways, see you tonight! Ciao!”

Hitting end on his phone, Italy plopped back down in his place between Hungary and Prussia now content. He did still feel a little guilty about the lamp but that was a long time ago, surely Mr. Germany wasn’t too mad. Turning his attentions back on Prussia, Italy thought for a moment. “Hmm, well for Gilbird I could probably find something. A special little birdie bowl of pasta or something he would like. I could find a very extra special long one just for him.” he offered, thinking quietly. There had to be something he could find for Gilbird.

[Yay, better muse, kinda. XD I made up Germany's voicemail for now since we don't have one but we'll see what happens. A party could be fun~ ouo what'd you guys think? We could invite England and Russia and everyone else. xDD]

Gilbert covered a snort as the little Italian, face glowing, began talking rapidly at the compliment paid to his cooking. "Pasta's always pretty good," he agreed, "so long as it's not England making it." Then again, England in the kitchen often ended in disaster no matter what food he was attempting to make... and Gilbert had first-hand experience, seeing as he had once gone over there for lunch. Gilbert chuckled, remembering the incident, and how everyone had been prepared to mourn his death when it happened- alas, he had indeed managed to eat the food and survive, but afterwards, especially after tasting France's food... never again would he consume something by the furry-browed nation. Not even for a chance to blog about it.

Gilbert sighed as Italy's face fell a slight bit before trying to console him. "Hey, hey, we're still here, right? You've got the awesome me to hang out with!" He gave as bright of a smile as he could muster, before adding, "And her, but she'd never manage as much awesome as me," pointing to Hungary. He grinned and sat back as Italy jumped up at the phone suggestion, quickly digging in his pockets for his cell phone. He waited as Italy flipped the phone open and sent his fingers flying across the keypad, then held it to his head, waiting for the German to pick up the phone. Gilbert couldn't hear exactly what was coming from the phone until a loud crashing noise emanated from it, and he sent a questioning glance towards his companions before Italy suddenly took off, talking rapidly into the phone, presumably recording a message now. A lamp? That must have been the crash. The albino snickered, covering a smirk with his hand.

Gilbert sat listening until Italy was done, then shrugged. "Did he not pick up? Odd of him. He usually checks his messages, right?" He then grinned. "Nicely done with that lamp, kid. I'm guessing that was the crash in the voicemail. Keeping my kleine bruder on his toes, eh? Kesesese..." He laughed, patting the Italian on the shoulder. "So you're going to invite everyone else too? Ah, great! I haven't seen those old buddies in forever!" he said enthusiastically, thinking of Spain and France. Oh, and Italy's older brother was amusing too, what with that foul mouth of his and odd predisposition about potatoes... but Spain and France, that would be great to see them again! The last time he saw them... um... last time he saw them... he couldn't even remember. (Although whether that was from simply such a long time ago or otherwise, he also couldn't remember...) Nonetheless, a full dinner with everyone and the Italian's cooking sounded like a perfect way to end the day.

"Gilbird's had pasta before," he replied as the Italian began speaking again. "I dunno if he liked it very much," he added with a wry grin, reaching up to pet the tiny bird nestled in his hair. "I mean, he'll eat it, but I don't think he likes the texture of it. Do you have any, say, sunflower seeds or something? He loves those. Besides, I dunno if birds are supposed to eat pasta or something... but it's wheat, it's supposed to be fine. So long as there's no butter or whatever, that stuff's bad for birds." Said bird chirped at the sudden hand rubbing its head.

[Nrrrgh muse troubles again. 566 words. -sigh- I'll do better next time I promise D: but still... I think that's a great idea, to invite everyone. Could probably get a thread going and hopefully get a nice scene going~]