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Post by prussia on Feb 16, 2012 4:18:11 GMT -5
Maria bounced with glee and excitement dancing in her eyes, her familiar silver boots clicking against the ground as she tried to contain herself. It was almost impossible for her to sit still, for the Berlinale had finally come – after she had waited so impatiently all year. The albino felt lucky that she had been able to fly home in time to see the well-known film festival, representing many of the countries in Europe. She had never missed it yet, and she wasn’t planning to. Not even her job could keep her away.
It was a tradition in the name of the great Prussia, one that she was going to keep.
She had offered to several of her friends to buy tickets in order to drag them to the festival, and all but one had been too busy for her to just barge in and take them there by force. Maria was still proud of herself for being able to convince her favorite surly Italian to accompany her during the festival, sure that her awesome presence alone had brought him here.
Waiting near the front of the building where the films would be shone, Maria raised herself onto the tips of her toes in an attempt to see over the dense crowd. She couldn’t spot Romano just yet – oh, there he was! The Prussian grinned wickedly and waved in his direction, shouting over the noise of the people there.
“Oi, Romano! Get your ass over here! We have films to see!”
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Post by Romano Vargas on Feb 22, 2012 23:48:30 GMT -5
He felt like he was in hell. Utter hell. He wanted to curl up and whimper. Romano didn't even want to get on the plane. He sobbed mentally as he boarded the plane to Berlin, meeting up with the albino mutt of a woman, Maria. Did he mention he hated Germany? Did he mention how much he loathed it? Did he mention how he rather be castrated with a metal spoon? Oh god let lightning strike him dead.
Or at least that was the mental tirade going on in the Italian's head. He gave a squeak at the burly intimidating guard at the airport, who probably thought he was a cross between a small ankle biter dog and a mouse. Did he mention he hated Germans? Giving a small whimper, holding his bag close, he had finally walked out of the airport.
That stupid albino woman enjoyed torturing him. It was either that or he had to do horrid things. The auburn-olive eyed man wasn't technically afraid of the woman....but he rather not be drowned in slobber. That was honestly pretty annoying, and he felt slimy and sticky afterwards. Not like he would tell her that of course. Of course being in a nosy crowd just made things worse for the small Italian.
He was shorter at least by three inches from everyone else, and he had to keep looking up. Oh how he detested looking up at people. Something about a film festival. He didn't even like stupid films that much. Grumbling softly, he almost screeched as he heard his name being called.
Romano was much too on edge in this city full of burly barbarians. Maria included in that mess.
Sighing quietly, he turned around to stare in that direction with little good mood left. "I rather see the film on the plane that I will enjoy when I'm flying away from Germany." The brunette hissed with a glare. "I'm not coming here because I enjoy films. I'm not coming here because I enjoy any of this. I'm coming here to not have my head chopped off and put into a blender you crazy slobbering female." With a small glare he jerked his head. "...Now explain to me what this film festival is." Romano had no idea what it was honestly.
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Post by prussia on Mar 23, 2012 14:57:53 GMT -5
Maria cackled in amusement as Romano snapped at her, bouncing forward to sling her arms around his shoulders in a friendly gesture, and gave him a sloppy kiss on both cheeks. She enjoyed ruffling his feathers, possibly far too much, but it was just so much fun! He was her favorite Italian after all. “Kesese, why are you already in such a grumpy mood? Didn’t get your nap on the plane?” she teased, grinning.
She tilted her head at the question and blinked once, before spinning around to gesture wildly towards the signs pointing towards the Berlinale. Maria bounced in place once more, excitement overtaking her as she began to explain in her loudest voice. “You’re kidding! You don’t know what it is, Lovi-Lovi? That’s surprising, considering that Italian films are regularly shown here!”
Shifting her gaze towards him to gauge his reaction to her statement, the woman grinned again and took Romano’s hands to twirl him around in an impromptu dance. “Come on, come on, you’ll love it! I know you will! Let’s go, let’s go!” Maria tugged at him, impatient to get inside and start her exploration.
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Post by Romano Vargas on Apr 12, 2012 23:48:01 GMT -5
As the arm wrapped around his shoulder, he wondered if he could fake a seizure. Romano wasn't exactly the greatest actor of all time, but he could just start screaming about voices in his head if need be. He did that once when he was slightly drunk at a party- which he found it hilarious- screaming he was possessed and scaring off some dog that kept trying to hit on him, but other than that, he didn't often act like he was dying or had some mental hangup.
As she kissed him, he mentally wondered if his heart should stop, a flush coming to his cheeks, as he cursed out loud how much she slobbered all over him. "Off. Stupid dog woman." Rolling his eyes at her comment, he sighed a little. The brunette had been too wired on the plane to get much, if any sleep. He wasn't going to tell her how much plane rides scared him. "I did thank you, you're just particularly annoying in the very annoying country." He spat, feeling like a alien in his own skin.
It was honestly quite annoying that he had to come all the way out here for some stupid movies. Wincing as she started to speak once more, not in distaste of her voice, but the level of sound in general he rolled his eyes. No, he really didn't care about Italian films shown in other countries. Besides the occasional spy flick, he liked home-movies better. Even if he felt old, in a young body, he liked seeing the world through someone's eyes that didn't bug the living crap out of him.
"Sadly, I don't pay attention to such traitorous films. Excuse me Maiden o' slobber." It was a lively event- too many Germans, take out the Germans and he might actually have a bit of fun. Tsking softly, knowing she wasn't paying attention, he looked at the scenery around him, a bit disappointed that he didn't know anything going on. Despite his hate for the place...he felt so out of place.
Squawking very loudly, making a few people turn to look at him, he was swept up in a dance, that thankfully he didn't fall flat on his face in front of the albino. Sighing, inwardly groaning at his luck he stared at the woman blankly. "I won't like it at all, but you're free to show me something that will take my mind off that I'm stuck in this horrid country. Let's go." With that he signed his fate, and waited for the albino's demands.
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