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ROME IS BACK BABY HAHA!!

and I have forgotten all my friends’ usernames ehehe… help me out and spread this around so I can find my pals again?

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Soft Intimacy Meme

Send one to…

😴  - Curl up next to my sleeping muse

🤐 - Come to my muse with a secret

🧥 - Wrap a coat around my muse

💉 - Help my muse take a shot

✂️ - Cut my muse’s hair

🎈 - Bring my muse something to cheer them up

🤗 - Sneak up behind my muse and hug them

🎸 - Teach my muse how to play the guitar

🍙 - Bring my muse something to eat

🥤 - Bring my muse a drink

🍻 - Bring my muse an alcoholic drink

🌺 - Put a flower in my muse’s hair

🛁 - Take a bath with my muse

🚿 - Take a shower with my muse

🎮 - Show my muse video game cheats

⚽️ - Teach my muse a sport

🌱 - Plant seedlings with my muse

🤛🏼 - Show my muse how to throw a proper punch

📕 - Read to my muse

🧢 - Put a hat on my muse

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@donausoblau

Roderich hastily grabbed some leftover pieces of sheet music from his floor, stacking them on his desk before he rushed to the door. He took a moment to dust his trousers—there was just no excuse for an improper appearance—and opened it.

“Welcome, Feli!” Noticing the box under his guest’s arm, Roderich’s face lit up. “Oh! Is that the panettone you promised to bring?” A more observant host would perhaps have asked first to relieve Feli of the weight of his bag, but Austria’s attention was always almost magically drawn to sweets.

Veneziano paid no mind to seeing his host so elated by the treat, so with great pride, beaming that he was able to put a smile on his face so easily. “Yes~ It’s all for you!” With a giggle of delight, he shimmied into the familiar home, dropping his suitcase at the front door, setting the cake right on top. “Wow.... you did some redecorating since the last time I was here, didn’t you?” Looking around the man’s home, he saw just how meticulous he was in caring for his belongings.

With a turn on his heels, Feliciano practically launched himself into his old caretakers arms, sighing at just how familiar the embrace was. Even if Roderich wasn’t the most affectionate, it never stopped Feliciano from spreading his joy, nuzzling against the taller man. Roderich’s arms just felt like home.

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@liachtaschta liked for a starter

“At least one medieval chef was killed because the royal food tester had a food allergy.”

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@signoradiroma

“…” Then she was silent. Leaves rustled, birds chirped, unknown critters dashed to and from trees and hid in bushes. She put her hands on her sides and sighed yet again. “You know what? You’re right. This is a dumb idea. I’m sorry about this, Feli… you want to just head back?” Her stomach “churned” as though to second the motion.

Feliciano sighed in relief. Finally, VIola listened to him! “It’s okay, we can go back,” he offered her a warm smile, squeezing her hand gently. As they turned around, he heard a snap of a twig and instantly his adrenaline was spiking again. “W-What was that...?”

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@fanciullaromana

Such a thought rarely graced her mind, however. In any case, so low had her expectations dropped, that his very agreement to join her in the forest met those. Chiara glanced down at her brother and let out a familiar sigh. “I wasn’t actually going to leave you behind… just stick close to me and stop getting scared and annoyed by everything, okay?”

“How much further are we going in...” he whimpered, holding her arm tightly to his chest, squeezing perhaps a little too hard. Upon realizing what he was doing, his grip loosened and his slim dainty hand held hers, fingers intertwining together. “Sorry,” he muttered a quiet apology hanging his head. “I just don’t think this is a good idea,” he tried dissuading her, yet they continued walking in further and further, his heart racing from the unforeseen dangers in the forest.

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23) My muse will tell your muse a nightmare they’ve had“It was so scary,” another soft sniffle sneaked its way past him, clinging onto his friend as he recounted the story. What an awful way to ruin a slumber party, kicking and screaming himself awake, his cries being heard all the way from the guest room. At the very least it showed just how much Germany cared for him to check up on him in the middle of the night. “Everyone just left me, e-even you,” the admission would have been embarrassing if he wasn’t so frightened from the gory dream, burying his face in the blonde’s broad chest, knuckles white as he gripped the man’s sleeping shirt for dear life. “Promise me you won’t leave like Nonno did? Okay? You have to promise!”

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17) My muse will go out on a date with your muse.With a heavy picnic basket, Feliciano was tickled pink upon filling it with all sorts of yummy treats, his favorite one of all being the slightly bitter tiramisu, and he had a feeling his company would enjoy it, too! Mr. Prussia had invited him on a friendly date–or at least, that’s what Veneziano saw it as–so the chipper nation was excited as ever to see his buddy.

Lugging it to the park was no easy task, but once he was there at the designated meet-up point, he shielded his eyes from the sun and looked off into the distance. A shady spot like this would be perfect for Mr. Prussia, right? 

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Truth or Dare: Send a ☼ and I’ll generate a number for what my muse will do or tell your muse

Kiss your muse

Kick your muse

Tell your muse how they really feel

Tell a deep dark secret

My muse will take their shirt off

My muse will eat a something gross

My muse will slap your muse

My muse will tell you about their first love

My muse will tell you about a time their parents hurt their feelings

My muse will run around the house naked

My muse will prank call someone of your muse’s choice

My muse will do something sexual to your muse

My muse will tell yours about a crime they committed

My muse will tell you about their first time having sex or what they imagine their first time to be like

My muse will clean your muse’s house

My muse will cook your muse dinner

My muse will go out on a date with your muse

My muse will buy your muse flowers

My muse will tell your muse what they think of the new blockbuster movie

My muse will wear a costume of your muse’s choosing

My Muse will tell your muse what they are afraid of

My muse will tell your muse an embarrassing story

My muse will tell your muse a nightmare they’ve had

My muse will tell you a bold faced lie

My muse will go skinny dipping with your muse

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yikes, i havent been here in forever, so if theres an old thread you wanna pick back up, please DM me otherwise, like this for a suuuper short one sentence starter, likely a dumb shower thought from Feli. <3 

thanks for still following me yall and and not giving up on me ahahaha

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Feliciano, if you were to take someone you love on a marvelous date in your beautiful little car, where would you go? Tuscany? I hear that is quite beautiful.

Tuscany? Hmm… I like going a little further North! The sun in Tuscany burns me too easily. 

[Touching his pale freckled face as an example, he giggles softly.] 

Why don’t you check out Varese? It’s so pretty and greet there… and there’s so many nice little villas to stay in too!

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@fanciullaromana

Chiara sighed and shook her head. “We ate very well before we left, that doesn’t make any sense.” And he should have known, the two worked together on that meal! “I’m sorry for suggesting this and getting lost, I guess…” she rather half-heartedly breathed out. “But if all you’re going to do is complain, I’m telling you right here, I’m leaving you on your own.” It was an empty threat, but it would probably work on Feli anyways, she imagined.

With a high pitched squeak, he clung to her, trembling at the thought of being left alone. “N-No! Per favore, Chiara! I’m sorry!” There was no way in heck he was being left alone in this creepy place. Being the brother, he was the one supposed to tough it out and protect his sister, but they both very well knew that she was the tougher one in this relationship. 

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“I guess not...” he’s grumpy now, but his cheeks are red, so obviously he loves the attention. “You’re my least favorite Spain,” he teases.

kiss or diss~

Send “Kiss or diss” And my muse will say whether they’d kiss your muse or not

“So many kisses for my favorite little Veneziano!”

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new spain blog please reblog for some exposure and like if you want a short starter <3

link to bio

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“Aren’t I the only Veneziano you know?”

kiss or diss~

Send “Kiss or diss” And my muse will say whether they’d kiss your muse or not

“So many kisses for my favorite little Veneziano!”

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im horny but like horny to cuddle

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@bellafanciulla || x

“I’m sure, and even if we were… everything will be fine. There’s got to be a way out of here, surely.” She looked around. “It’s a little brighter in here…”

“It doesn’t look like the right way...” His tone conveyed that he wasn’t too keen on contradicting her, yet, the thought of being stuck with his volatile sister wasn’t too exciting either. What was supposed to be a fun bonding activity between the to siblings had become a disaster! This was the last time he tried to do anything in nature again. “Chiara, I’m hungry....” Again, he was complaining.