Ciao! My name is-a Italy! But you can call me whatever you like ^-^ Some people call me Feliciano, and my fratello Romano calls me idiota! I'm sure he's only kidding though :33 Ask me anything you want to know! But first, I have a very important question for you... Do you have pasta?
(A.N. Hi! ^-^ my name is Becky! I hope you enjoy this (multishipping) blog! I'm fairly new at cosplay and rping, so if you have any suggestions that may help me improve, I'd be happy to hear them! If any of you ever need some support, I'm always here as a (digital) shoulder to cry on!)
Current M!A: Devil
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  • Pastor at other churches: Amen to that wonderful sermon. God bless you all, and go in peace.
  • Pastor at my church at church camp: man, that sermon was hella dank!
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631 people so far are not Rick.

Turns out everyone else on tumblr is Rick

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My friend on facebook is called Rick and I wanna tell him he is one in a million so we need to get this to a million notes!!!

So much unrickness

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7. My muse cuddles with yours.
Sniffling, Feli carefully knocked on Oliver’s door. He hadn’t been feeling his usual bubbly self lately, and felt especially down today. He just needed someone to cuddle with, and he hoped that Oliver wouldn’t mind.

Oliver opened the door and smiled when he saw the Italian. “Hello Feli~ Is something wrong?” He frowned a little.

Feli attempted a smile and tried to keep back his crying, “C-ciao Oliver. I’m s-sorry for bothering y-you… I j-just need to b-be with someone right no-now…”

Oliver frowned and wrapped an arm around his shoulder as he let him in. “Of course, I made cupcakes would you like one?”

Feli nodded and moved a big closer, letting a couple tears slide down his cheeks, “S-Si per favore…”

Oliver set him on the couch and put a blanket over him. He quickly went to the kitchen, got a cupcake and went back to Feli, sitting next to him. “Here you go love.”

Feli managed a small smile as he took the cupcake, “G-Grazie.”

Liver wrapped his arm around Feli’s shoulder and again and hugged him. “What’s wrong love? You can tell me.”

Feli snuggled into him and finally let his tears out, shutting his eyes tightly, “I-I… I’m just t-too annoying…. I can’t D-do anything useful….”

"No. You are not annoying at all, and you are useful. Don’t ever say things that aren’t true. I may not be from you’re world, but you are not annoying.

Feli sniffled and let out a little whimper, “B-but lots of people from my world have said I’m annoying… Th-the allies don’t even want me as their prisoner, I-I’m so an-annoying…”

Oliver wrapped both his arms around him so he could comfort him more.

Feli nuzzled his face into Oliver’s chest, shaking a little as he cried.

Oliver rested his head on top of Feli’s and waited fir Feli to stop. He was letting him get it all out.

After a few minutes Feli calmed down a bit, taking a few deep breaths before apologizing, “Mi despiace…”

"Don’t be sorry."

Feli nuzzled more into Oliver’s chest, “I d-don’t want to bother you…”

Oliver hugged him tighter. “You are not a bother to me. Eat your cupcake, it’ll help you feel better~” Oliver smiled at him a little.

Feli sniffled and managed a small smile as he rubbed his eyes, taking a bite of his cupcake.

"How is it love?" Oliver asked and smiled when he smiled.

"It’s yummy," Feli said with a small smile, sniffling.

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Feli was silent for a moment (apart from his crying), leaning into Gilbert’s touch. Then he sighed shakily, “D-do you promise you st-still be with me? Ev-even if I can’t see y-you?”

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Gilbert nodded, trying to brush away feli’s tears with his thumbs. “Ja, of cou-” He broke of mid- sentence, pulling away to cough away from feliciano. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, hoping feli wouldn’t see it. His head hurt, and his heart felt feeble as he looked back to the small italian.

Feli nuzzled his face into the crook of Gilbert’s neck, “I… I w-wish you could stay…”

Gilbert rested his head on Feliciano’s, panting a bit in an attempt to catch his breath before answering. “J-ja, me too…”

Feli pulled away a little and looked at him for a moment before kissing him softly, not wanting to let him go.

Gilbert returned the kiss before yanking himself away as he coughed and a sharp pain filled his chest. Blood fell from his mouth freely, leaving scatterings on the ground as he held his chest. “Oh…g-gott…” he wheezed, weak as his head spun with pain. 

Feli whimpered sadly and took Gilbert’s hands, holding them tightly, “Ti amo… Ti amo molto…”

Gilbert looked at Feliciano, eyebrows drawn together in pain. “Ich…l-liebe dich auch…” He weakly squeezed Feliciano’s hands before turning and coughing again, a trail of blood making its way from the corner of his mouth. Every time he breathed was like a stab to the chest, like an explosion behind his eyes as black vines tangled themselves around the edges of his vision. Already he was close to losing consciousness, but, gottverdammt, he didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to leave Feliciano.

Feli’s heart seemed to shatter again and again as he clung to Gilbert’s hands. He couldn’t believe this would be it…
Letting out a sob he leaned foreword and rested his head on Gilbert’s chest.

Gilbert wheezed for breath and placed a shaking hand on Feli’s head. He laid back on the bench, staring up at the sky, seeing cute bunnies and hearts in the clouds. He smiled before looking down at Feliciano. “Make sure…you say g-goodbye to…to West for me, ja? ‘Liebe…dich…Feliciano.”

Feli nodded quickly, trying to keep his sobs down, “S-Si, of course… T-Ti amo troppo Gilbert… Ti amo m-molto…”

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  • Me: WHAT AM I GONNA DO!?!? I HAVE TO KEEP THEM ENTERTAINED
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  • Me: ARE YOU PROUD OF ME NOW, MOM?
Reblog this if you are literally suprised when people find you attractive.
I’m sorry for the long posts /.\ I need to try to figure out how to trim posts on my iPod /.\ I’m at camp so I only have my ipod

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it’s like a weird cross of then and now’s animation style

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Send me a ‘<3’ and I’ll randomly generate a scene for our muses to RP

1. My muse gives yours a warm hug from behind.

Feli came up behind Leyla and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly and kissing her head with a smile.

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"Hi Fels!" Leyla smiled, turning her head to kiss him on the cheek.

He giggled and nuzzled his face into her hair, “Ciao~!”

Leyla turned around and pecked his lips. “What’s up with you?”

"I just like hugging you~!" He grinned happily.

"Yeah. I do too." Leyla smiled. "Who doesn’t like hugs? Especially, your hugs, hun." She nuzzled his cheek.

He smiled and leaned into her touch, “I’m glad you like my hugs, because you’re the best one to hug~!”

Leyla blushed at Feli. She smiled at him. “I am? Well, you are amazing to hug too, ya know.”

"I bet you’re better to hug though," Feli grinned.

"Oh, Really now?" The brunette inquired. She kissed Feli’s cheek. "I think you give the best kisses, at least.

Feli giggled and shook his head, “impossible~! You’re the best ever kisser!”

"How about you test that theory?" Leyla asked, putting her forehead against Feli’s.

"Gladly," Feli giggled again before pressing his lips to hers softly.

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Feli rushed over to the door and opened it, peering out curiously. Not seeing anyone, he tilted his head in confusion and started to close the door before noticing the bowl on the ground. He picked it up and looked at it carefully before looking up and around with a smile on his face.

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Russia blushed heavily and ran all the way home, looking at his phone for nearly an hour and trying to decide whether or not to call the Italian. He curled up on his couch, throwing his phone to the other end of it. He had always been shy, but Italy just made him jittery. His sister laughed when Ivan couldn’t figure out the feeling and explained it as a crush. His face was bright red by now, deciding that Italy was scared of him and wouldn’t want to hear from him.

Feli smiled as he ate some of the pasta. It wasn’t Italian, but, for not Italian, it was pretty good! As he ate, he tried to think of who could have left it.

Romano walked in and glanced at the bowl. “Why are you eating russian pasta? That stuff is gross!”

Feli tilted his head in curiosity, “It’s not too bad… It’s Russian?”

"Looks russian to me."

"Hm," Feli hummed, looking at the pasta. He wondered why Russia would give him pasta, he always thought that the larger man didn’t like him…