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- Mar 17
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your face is dumb. why are you here ?
|| OOC: oh my god he is beautiful. i love the fact that my cousin (who is exactly like regular feliciano) has the same name. Federico. Beautiful. ||
Francis had traveled to Italy to go see what was new. He had not visited in a long time and did not know what had stayed the same and what had changed. His first spot to visit was Milan, the fashion capital of the world. He walked around Milan, looking at all the shops when he noticed a familiar looking man. "Feliciano? Is that you?" He chuckled as he walked up. "Wow, noire eh? That is very unlike you!" He was too cheerful to notice that this was not, in fact, Feliciano.
Francis had traveled to Italy to go see what was new. He had not visited in a long time and did not know what had stayed the same and what had changed. His first spot to visit was Milan, the fashion capital of the world. He walked around Milan, looking at all the shops when he noticed a familiar looking man. "Feliciano? Is that you?" He chuckled as he walked up. "Wow, noire eh? That is very unlike you!" He was too cheerful to notice that this was not, in fact, Feliciano.
Erzsebet wasn't made aware of any new dress codes going on. Honestly!! Everyone she had seen today was dressed a lot darker than usual and she couldn't put her finger on it as to why. Was she missing something? Normally someone would text her or email or even call if it was that bad. It made her wonder if everyone had purposely stopped contacting her because she had been slacking off recently on the paperwork for EU meetings and deals. They were annoying. Besides, if she really wanted, she'd be able to get them all done in a single night. Perhaps it was a Halloween event? Though, that would be weird considering Halloween had already come and gone. It had already been over a week - or even two.
Spotting who she thought was Feliciano dressed rather differently, she jogged up beside him, craning to look at his face and get his attention.
"Szia, Feliciano! Why's everyone dressed so weirdly today? Is there something I'm missing out on?"
[ M ] eetings were such a bore-- especially for the Italian man here. They always consisted of senseless bickering; always trying to show the other nations which place was better. Always trying to hurt and frighten the others into submission. It was always the same. And it's not like these meetings ever got anything solved. If anything they always made things worse.
The man let out a loud sigh as he stood from his seat, quietly-- and quickly-- exiting the room from whence he came. Thankfully, no one noticed his exit. Rolling his eyes, the man grumbled as he shoved his hands into his pockets, his usually neatly combed hair falling in his face from lack of care. After a while of aimless wandering, the Italian spotted a water cooler and decided to grab a small paper cup and have a drink. He needed something to do, he was bored.
He was actually beginning to feel a little more cheerful, as cheerful as he could possibly be, until he heard someone come up behind him. Wonderful.
"- feliciano ? who's-- " turning around, the paper cup still in his grasp, the man spotted the woman before him.
He was. . . confused, to say the least. She looked like Hungary, but she also. . . didn't?
"- che cosa ? who are you?. . . and honestly, if anything, it is you who's dressed weirdly "
The man let out a loud sigh as he stood from his seat, quietly-- and quickly-- exiting the room from whence he came. Thankfully, no one noticed his exit. Rolling his eyes, the man grumbled as he shoved his hands into his pockets, his usually neatly combed hair falling in his face from lack of care. After a while of aimless wandering, the Italian spotted a water cooler and decided to grab a small paper cup and have a drink. He needed something to do, he was bored.
He was actually beginning to feel a little more cheerful, as cheerful as he could possibly be, until he heard someone come up behind him. Wonderful.
"- feliciano ? who's-- " turning around, the paper cup still in his grasp, the man spotted the woman before him.
He was. . . confused, to say the least. She looked like Hungary, but she also. . . didn't?
"- che cosa ? who are you?. . . and honestly, if anything, it is you who's dressed weirdly "