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apersonwholikeslotus · 9 months

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S. Italy: and now he's stealing the woman of my dreams

N. Italy: You say every woman is the woman of your dreams

S. Italy: I have a lot of dreams! And most of them are about women!

#hws s. italy #hws n. italy #hws veneziano #hws romano #hetalia #hetalia incorrect quotes #italy brothers

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devintrinidad · 2 years

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Veneweek2k22 DAY 7: FREE DAY

Warnings: All of the prompts will be displayed in a mostly linear narrative where there will be various ocs; discussion of existentialism, the nature of Nations, mentioned/implied infidelity, unrequited love, etc.; and the character of Veneziano will be portrayed in a very human light. (This means that he won’t always be in the right or be considered “good”, but rather a multifaceted character that I want to explore with this week’s prompts).

Summary: Romano and Veneziano don’t really talk. The past speaks for the both of them.

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At about three in the morning, Veneziano heard a knock at his door.

Although courtesy dictated that he answer the door, Veneziano found that his body refused to comply with the unspoken command. Instead, he tiredly lifted his gaze from the hands that gripped the hem of his shirt towards the rest of his room.

Cramped and cluttered with memorabilia dating back by at least forty years, his bedroom echoed the sentiment of love and warmth that he tried to exude in his everyday life. The rest of his house, however, was not as crowded. Every couple of years, Veneziano made a point to rifle through his house for items to either put into storage or donate to some of his cherished museums. It was his bedroom, however, that he had mostly given a more merciful treatment compared to the rest of his residence.

Tonight, his bed was askew with several changes of clothes decorating the covers, his suitcase sprawled open on the floor. Most Nations at this point would have already mastered the art of packing for international flights, but Veneziano liked to have a new and fresh eye for the luggage that he prepared. Unlike some of his long lived peers, he would just about die if he wore the same ensemble multiple times over the course of a decade, practicality be damned.

Veneziano debated answering the door once more before he shrugged off the veneer of politeness. If anything, he had been too polite these past few days.

A second passed—a second more than what Veneziano deserved—before Romano neatly twisted the doorknob open. Unlike Veneziano, Romano stride in with a full suit, a blank expression adorning his classical Roman features, and his posture ramrod straight as a drill sergeant. It may have been early in the morning, but his clean shaven appearance and purposeful movement made it seem as if it was already half past ten. Without so much as a nod of permission from his younger brother, Romano stole a seat from Veneziano's desk and appraised the room.

They were both silent except for the wind that rustled outside.

Finally, Veneziano sank down onto the bed, not caring if his expensive suits were wrinkled by the sudden weight. He seemed to shrink into himself; his head bowed forward onto his hands as the rest of his body folded over his knees.

Sobs, low and heavy, but muffled by the hand that he smothered over his mouth, filled the air. Outside, the wind picked up and the clothes that were without anchor billowed and rustled in response. Nearby, Romano's eyes caught sight of a newspaper clipping on the desk that began to drift towards him.

Romano tried his best not to pay too much attention to the fragile clipping. To evade curiosity, he set a docket of important documents over it. It was safe, but did not tug at his heart to see the fate of Veneziano's beloved.

The bed creaked and if it weren't for Romano's instincts that had been honed and tested in the past, he would have jerked forward in shock when he saw Veneziano pitch forward to the floor. The fall was not serious: any Nation worth their salt would not be slain by such a trivial accident. What concerned Romano, though, was Veneziano's tears falling freely down his cheeks, but his sobs remained muffld.

Nothing was scarier than seeing his brother trying to suppress the emotions that he felt most.

A crying Veneziano who would weep at the slightest provocation or when he would whine at any inconvenience was a normal Veneziano. He exaggerated and played with the feelings that he wore on his sleeve like a painter would mix different pigments and paints together. It was both Veneziano’s first line of defense and offense.

Showing emotion was what made Veneziano who he was.

He must have hurt too deeply, felt too much.

Romano remained steady in his seat, his fingers clenching at the fabric of his expensive suit. Every part of Romano ached to comfort his brother, but the both of them were unfathomably old, ancient in the eyes of the infants that roamed the earth today. They had held hands that caressed their bodies, had touched lips with those who called their names. Heartbreak was inevitable and hurt was always the same.

But the hurt was painful.

And it was through this pain that maybe, just maybe, Veneziano could warn himself from falling for another pretty face with a brilliant mind, a shooting star that blazed across the sky for a few scant moments before disappearing from view.

As Veneziano continued to tremble, his fist trying to stifle his sobs, Romano kept his gaze trained out the window.

@veneweek2k22

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renonv · 6 months

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I’m trying to cook another ATLA au and Mr. Patel has been on my mind lately so… Lovino’s fire bending mentor time lets goooo

#N: you are just like your grandpa when we were both young boys!!#L: NU UH #hetalia #aph romano #aph south italy #hws south italy #hws romano #aph india #hws india #Lovino Vargas #hetalia world series #hetalia world twinkle #hetalia world stars #Neeraj Patel

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cicerenella · 6 months

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so people seem to have really liked my Romano redesign...

#hetalia #hetalia world stars #hws romano #hws spain #aph romano #aph spain #breathe if you want to see n italy redesign #cices art

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digital999placebo · 3 months

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the boys are back in town.

#hetalia #hws veneziano #hws romano #hws italy #hws north italy #hws south italy #999art #FINALLLLYYYYY some proper art #back on my vargas brothers in different commercials #i think both of them have curly hair but its only noticeable on feliciano since he has longer #romano cuts his hair before any locks can form #i also think they used to have p much exactly the sme body type (only felciano is a lidl taller)#but then feliciano became a nymphomaniac/coke addict/alcohol abuser n he just lost a ton of weight he never gained back

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temtamtom · 8 months

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Romano stole his heart his sweatshirt. He can’t keep getting away with it!!

This was for a Romano request (but I couldn’t resist sneaking in some RoMerica). I accidentally deleted the draft post with the ask on it sorry!😭

Also thanks Grem for letting me use your Alfred palette, though I didn't use it to its full extent here.

#hws romano #hws america #hws south italy #romerica #americano #temmie tidbits #RoMerica / Spaghetti Western #Romano you god damn sly dog!!#Testone di mi--#lbr here Romano's never gonna give it back and Alfred highkey lowkey likes seeing him wear his clothes #also I'm slowly figuring out how to draw Alfred so that's nice #don't be too surprised if his face and palette look a lil different here n there

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cowboy-robooty · 1 year

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MY FELLOW AMERICANS (and internationals)

da time is now. PLEASE PREORDER MY 2P!ITAGER CHARMS. i know its cringe, but pls just do it for the lolz okay itll be funny trust me and also ill kiss you on the mouf if i see you wif this irl. pls buy the robooty swag do it for le yaoiz

preorder CLOSED

#hetalia #aph #hws #itager #gerita #2p itager #2p gerita #aph germany #hws germany #aph italy #hws italy #2ptalia #2p germany #2p italy #draws #i will also make hashtag normal itager charms after this run... probs in late summer #and ill make polls and stuff to vote for what design to choose #SO PLEASE SUPPORT THIS ONE SO I HAVE MOTIVATION TO MAKE NORMAL ITAGER CHARM TOO #i put my whole soul and brain into making the shop and design n everything i hope u all like

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maribeilschmidt · 3 months

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eeee doodle this time were Germany listens to cuarteto de nos, tbh i was unsure about choosing ''enamorado tuyo'' or a stressed Germany with ''lo malo de ser bueno''

but this one has cats so...

#draws #aph germany #aph italy #ludwig beilschmidt #mariabcdraws #aph #hws germany #hetalia #germany listens to cuarteto de nos n is kinda depressed #itager #Its 3am help #argentalia

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pixigels · 4 months

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nyo n italy wearing miu miu

#nyotalia #nyo n italy #serving CUNTry #hetalia #hws #north italy hetalia #hws north italy #hetalia world stars #nyo italy #hetalia italy #hws italy

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piiigskiiin44 · 3 months

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You can't tell me that modern Romano wouldn't be the worst fucking online shopper, he would probably have to block his card after giving his information to the wrong website

#hetalia #hws #hws romano #hws south italy #i havent bothered to read world stars #btw #only i think the furby shit #and a few other bits here n there

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apersonwholikeslotus · 11 months

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N. Italy: We made enough pasta that we can have it for lunch tomorrow, we should put the rest in a container!

S. Italy: Shovel the pasta in your face. Do it. Put it in your face. The Future Is Meaningless But The Pasta Is Now!

#hws n. italy #hws s. italy #hws romano #hws veneziano #hetalia #hetalia incorrect quotes #italy brothers

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devintrinidad · 2 years

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Veneweek2k22 DAY 4: BROTHERHOOD/STARS

Warnings: All of the prompts will be displayed in a mostly linear narrative where there will be various ocs; discussion of existentialism, the nature of Nations, mentioned/implied infidelity, unrequited love, etc.; and the character of Veneziano will be portrayed in a very human light. (This means that he won’t always be in the right or be considered “good”, but rather a multifaceted character that I want to explore with this week’s prompts).

Summary: Niccolo contemplates the differences between northern and southern cuisine.

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"It might be a little too early for this, but my brother insisted!" Veneziano opened up a package that he had been adamant that he unveil after the pleasant lunch that they had shared. Inside, once Veneziano had pulled the cover off, was a series of pastries faintly dusted with powdered sugar and smelling like a dream: cannoli. "Quick, before Francesca comes!'

Niccolo grinned toothily, the prospect of pulling the wool over his daughter-in-law's eyes gave him a feeling of childlike wonder and mischief.

"I may be a little too close to the end for sweets, but I will consent to one." Veneziano deflated at his cannoli not being fed to his favorite human before Niccolo held up a hand. "Don't pout. What kind of nonno would I be if I didn't spare a delicacy such as this for my grandchildren?"

The pout faded into a small, but indulgent grin. "Fair point."

Before Niccolo placed the confection in his mouth, he contemplated the perfection of his cannoli. The pastry itself was perfectly crispy and when Niccolo had let the aroma waft up his nose, he could tell that it would definitely be worth taking a bite of.

After all these years, Veneziano never failed to impress.

In his youth, he had been often wined and dined by Veneziano—occasions that had Niccolo’s heart all aflutter. Those were the old days when life was simpler and no one expected much from him. Veneziano opened his eyes to adventure and excitement—something that Niccolo had sought out during his wilder, younger years. As he grew older, he had to let go and settle down.

Occasionally, whenever Niccolo was invited into Veneziano’s home in Rome, it was Romano who would provide most of the cooking. (The brothers would often bicker about the quality of the food and would nag Niccolo for his thoughts regarding the dishes). Despite the relationship he had with Veneziano, Niccolo was conflicted on whose cooking he favored over the other. Both of them had distinct cooking styles that simultaneously conflicted, yet complemented each other. Considering their geographic and political positions in regards to each other, it made sense.

North was North.

South was South.

Both regions had varying cultural differences that was further exacerbated by the fact that none of the regions in their respective territories were alike—and it was made obvious by the cuisine. How the brothers managed to maintain a semblance of their own identity was a mystery to Niccolo.

No matter how many years he pondered it, he never could reach a possible answer.

Niccolo and his family were native to Genoa and Veneziano was from Venice. He was an Italian, yes, but Genoa would always have a warm place in his heart. For the life of him, Niccolo didn't know how anyone could switch who they truly were—from where their roots had first sprung. Veneziano was Venetian, but he also represented Milano, Turino, Genoa, and other Northern territories.

Niccolo imagined it was the same for Romano.

Those two were one and the same, two sides of the same coin, and yet so undeniably different at the same time.

Niccolo shook his head to rid himself of such contemplation, a little disgruntled that he was thinking about the duality of Nations for what seemed like the millionth time.

"Romano didn't poison this, did he?" Niccolo had said it in jest, but with the way Veneziano reacted, you would think that he had exposed an attempt at assassination.

"I—Romano would never do such a thing!" Niccolo leveled an unimpressed stare at his dear friend. Years of knowing who the National avatars are and what their sordid histories entailed... It would take a lot more than an overexaggerated parody of concern to sway Niccolo. "All right, if you were younger and you were a threat to Repubblica Italiana, maybe. As it is, you're far too old and the only threat you pose is to my paperwork!"

Another unimpressed stare.

"Fine. It was my choice to dump all of my paperwork on my brother, but it was all for you!"

Niccolo sighed. "If you were any closer, I would beat you."

"You could... but you love me too much."

Years ago, Niccolo would have allowed the heat on his cheeks and the tips of his ears to consume him. Today, after a generous lunch, he bit angrily into his cannoli and ignored the urge to smile at Veneziano.

"How is your brother, if I may ask?" The sweetness of the cannoli calmed Niccolo. He wished he could partake in another, but old age had robbed him of what the youth had always taken for granted—the ability to eat more despite knowing that his hunger was already sated.

As Niccolo watched, Veneziano paused in the middle of sipping his coffee. A moment of contemplation is all Niccolo can discern before Veneziano eventually launched into a tirade on how Romano had kicked his ass for not minding the garden for three days when he had gone to an international meeting on Veneziano's behalf.

It's in the storytelling that had Niccolo relaxing on his pillows and his eyes closed so that he may relish in the melody of Veneziano's rich timbre. For a moment, he can fool himself into believing that the man who sat beside him was a former engineering student entertaining his old mentor. Right here, when Veneziano's ire began to build into a crescendo, there was no Nation.

There is no Veneziano.

Just a young man who loves his brother very much—even if that meant that he had to put up with Romano’s complaints.

Sometimes, Niccolo wonders when the lines between Veneziano the Nation and Veneziano the human could blur and interact.

It's clear that there is no distinction: Veneziano is Veneziano who loves very much.

@veneweek2k22

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purrsia · 7 months

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ponytown itacest dump cause <3