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Hello, I have come here to say you're such a fabu writer.
Okey, bye.
(That webcam tho.)
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You're welcome~
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F-fratello help! My a-abusive b-boyfriend won't l-leave me alone! He stabbed my arm! A-And it hurts and I-it won't stop b-bleeding p-please help!Β
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Β Β Β Jack and Alfred watched the young girl approach their Italian friend from a distance. After listening into two sentences of what she had to say, Alfred grimaced.Β
Β Β Β "I feel kind of bad but..." the blonde said to himself and bit his lip, unsure of what to do.
Β Β Β Jack on the other hand stood up and cracked his knuckles confidently.Β "Don't worry, Jacky has got this one under control." The brunette began stretching.Β
Β Β Β "What are you doing? I thought you meant you were going to do something about this?"Β
Β Β Β "Oh I am, I'm just limbering up." Jack quickly finished his stretches before pulling Alfred to his feet, "Alright, you get the babe, I'll get the Italian." He made little quotations with his fingers on the last word.Β
Β Β Β "Babe?" Alfred looked at his counter as if he were the crazy one in question.Β
Β Β Β "Yes, ready? Break!" Jack high-fived Alfred, who sighed in response but followed the other none the less, approaching the other pair. Jack immediately stepped in front of the Italian woman, blocking Italy from her view. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned over, examining her wound. "Woah there, sweetheart, I think you might want to get that wound checked out A-S-A-P. I'll take you to the hospital right now, kid. Don't want you dying of blood loss, you know."
Β Β Β While Jack was in the process of getting the young woman proper medical attention, Alfred stood by Italy watching Jack. "Okay then..." He rubbed the back of his neck and noticed the other American give him a look and gesture towards Italy. "Oh, right. Uhm...Hey Italy..." He looked at the Italian apologetically and put his hand on the other's shoulder, leading him gently away from the other two, subtly making him look away from them as well in hopes he'd play along. "You wanna uh...get some gelato or something? Pizza too? Man, I could use a good slice of pizza right now," he said and pat his own stomach, naturally getting hungry even at the mentioning of food.
Β Β Β "That's bleeding a lot...I think we might have to use something to try and stop that bleeding right now so you don't pass out on the way to hospital," Jack said to the young woman. "Trust me, I've seen a lot worse. If you cooperate, you might survive this thing."
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O-okay p-please d-don't smack m-me! I a-accidentally g-got b-blood on the g-ground b-but p-please d-don't hurt me! I-I'm b-begging!!Β
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Β Β ;''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' Β Jack looked at her for a moment as if she were high on LSD. He then sighed and shook his head. "Look, lady. No one cares if you accidentally got blood on the ground, why you came here in the first place instead of the hospital is a fucking mystery to me. And I just said that I was going to take you to the hospital, I said nothing about beating you, okay? Do I look like the kind of guy to just beat random injured girls that I've never met before? And that was a rhetorical question, so shut 'yer yap, stop begging for nothing, and get it through your thick skull that you need some professional help." He huffed in irritation. He took his tie off as he stepped closer to her, taking her bleeding arm and wrapping his tie around the injury as well as making sure that it was secure and wouldn't fall off, thus putting the needed pressure onto the wound.
Β Β Β "Come on, lady." He grabbed her wrist and started leading her to the hospital, as he did so he got out his cell phone and dialed 911. "Hey, I got some psycho chick here who needs medical attention. Some guy stabbed her in the arm and she was just out wailing in the street.....uh huh....yea....yea, we're on our way to the hospital. Okay. Thanks. Bye." He hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. "So the ambulance is coming, and they're going to take you to the hospital." Jack looked back at her to make sure she understood what was going on.
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Suddenly she yelled "n-no!" She began running and she apologized and ran as fast as she could to wherever she could goΒ
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Jack watched her run and he shrugged nonchalantly. He waited for the ambulance to come and told them what had happened. After explaining the whole fiasco, they came to a conclusion that the young woman needed to be taken into custody and psychologically evaluated. They left to look for her but the American didn't really seem to care so he returned home shortly after he was questioned, thinking he had had stranger days.
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She ran until she found an alleyway and she fell to the ground passed out
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|| There goes my ovaries again gosh dammit- ||
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((XD It's always the ovaries-))
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|| Do you know how expensive it is to get new ones?! :c ||
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((I don't, I'm sorry.))
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|| You should be well sorry >.>Β
hmph- ||
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((*hands you money* Here. Hopefully that will be enough))
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|| / Buys pasta with it
OH WAIT
THIS WAS FOR THE OVARIES?
My bad ||
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|| I ONLY HAVE TWO
THERE THEY GOΒ
NO MORE BABIES ||
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((Then Italy has done well XD))
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|| Totes well XD||
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((haha. Would you like to rp? >w<))
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|| Yes of course c; ||
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((Okay~ Is there a specific version you want?))
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|| I feel like dark Italy. One, because Allen is a fearless bastard. Two, because he'll just get annoyed at him for no reason and start being real rude- I just thought it'd be interesting. Hm oh well. ||
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((Okay~))
Feliciano was walking around town, feeling like he needed to get out of his house. He knew staying in too much was not good for his mental health, for what was left of his sanity. He sighed and stared at the ground as he walked. "It's been a while since anyone has come to see me... Have they finally forgotten about me? Or... Am I just not important enough anymore...?" He stopped and looked around, observing everyone around him. What simple and happy lives they lived, a life he wishes he could have.
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The American was walking around to, swinging his bat around random places, mostly on the wall. He was just doing it because he was bored, he couldn't find anyone who looked amusing enough to mess with, flirt with, or annoy. He sighed. "Fuckin' hell man- Everyone's busy. Even Iggy is- France is just too ol' for me- Eh." he mumbled, making a dent in the wall. He heard scream from inside. He smirked. He must've scared someone.Β
After a little, he looked to his side. He saw the Italian- Looking pathetically depressed. He chuckled. "Another fuckin' version of that coward-" he said, swinging his bat on his shoulder, walking to him. He stopped in front of him, once he was close enough, poking his stomach with his bat, even if it was spiked. " 'Sup fucktard-" he said, smirking.Β
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He jumped when he felt something poke his stomach. It wasn't very pleasant at all. He looked at him and took a step away before eyeing the bat cautiously. "What do you want?" he asked, his tone icy. "If you're only here to annoy me then go away. I don't want to deal with any of it right now."
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"Fuck no- I'm bored, got it dude? I do what I wanna- So I'm staying the fuck with you- Deal with it !" he said, rolling his eyes at him. He put the bat to his side, and put an arm around the Italian, forcefully making him walk forward. " 'Sup then-"
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He tensed up, not liking the physical contact. "Nothing at all! And I don't care if you are bored, I want to be left alone," he snapped as he glared at him.
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"You better care- Or I will batter your fuckin' face up, dude-" he said, his grip tightening around him. He snarled at him, obviously not amused. But he forced a sarcastic smile. "Now, c'mon you anorexic fuck- We need to fatten you up- Some veggie burgers." he said, rolling his shades down his head and to his eyes.
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"I'm not hungry... And could you please release your hold on me? I don't like it," he said, making it obvious he was uncomfortable. "You should really respect people's personal space."
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"The fuck makes you think I care? I want to hol' you, I hol' you, fucktard. Listen- Where should we go then? I'm amusing you're out only because you fuckin' 'ave to be. Because your worried about your fucked up health- So maybe a park's cool." He shrugged. It was reasonable.Β
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"There's nothing wrong with my health," he growled, getting defensive suddenly. What the hell did this guy know about him? Not a damn thing, that's for sure. "I'm out because I didn't want to sit at home!"
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"Oh, well holy shit! Gettin' all tough now- Pathetic bastard- You ain't got nothing on me. Or no one- They're all fuckin' dead anyway-" he said, letting go of him, narrowing his eyes.Β
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He stopped and his eyes widened. "N-No... They're not all dead, my brother is still alive after all," he said as he looked away. "And I'm not pathetic... I've been through more things than you could even imagine!"
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"Yeah, well guess what champ- Your brother hates you as much as you hate yourself- Fuckin' useless." he rolled his eyes.
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"No... You're wrong! Lovino doesn't hate me," he shouted, glaring at him as he did. "If he hated me he wouldn't come and check on me!"
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"Why the fuck does he call you a bastard then?"
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"He hasn't called me that in a long time," he said.
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"Eh, I don't fuckin' care. Everyone thinks you're useless- All batshit and stuff. Because you were all depressin'. Didn't even fuckin' know how to control a freakin' country. That's why your government is even more jacked shit than mine" he said, rolling his eyes. "Bet the fuckin' axis members only let you join 'cause they felt sorry."
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"You're wrong... That's no it..." he mumbled as he looked away. But he couldn't help but think, what if he was right. What if that was the only reason they let him join?
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"Listen- Dude. There are great actors out there- We fuckin' look like we want you- Lookin' like he fuckin' mean it- But guess the fuck what, fuckface- It ain't true! Sorry to rain on your parade-" he smirked. Crossing his arms.
|| Is the saying "reign" or "rain" on your parade?
I don't even know ||
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He closed his eyes and choked back a sob, "You're lying... You have to be... They were my friends..."
((It's rain uwu))
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"That's right- Just emphasise the 'were' " he smirked, winking.
|| Good ||
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He opened his eyes and looked at him, "No, we're still friends! We just... We don't hang out as often anymore..."
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