Week 5 - Graveyard - Sunday - Jacopo

[ladyofthehouse]

[Austria throws Jacopo inside, looking more than a little winded from the walk from the common room to her room. She takes a moment to catch her breath.















Then throws her arms around him in an embrace!]

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[ladyofthehouse]

I knew pulling you in here was the right idea. You're always so bent on ruining your image.

[She knows you care you fool!]

[fragmento]

You—...! What the hell is that supposed to mean!?

[ you don't have to call him out like this!! ]

[ladyofthehouse]

When you're bitter on the outside to hide your sweetness.

[She says this like it's not even the slightest bit hypocritical.]

[fragmento]

...Have you seen yourself...!?

[ LISTEN? ]

There's nothing sweet about me. You're speaking to capofamiglia, Austria. I'm sure Italy has expressed their grievances about our kind.

[ladyofthehouse]

I've lived with both Italies and I assure you calling them in as character references will do absolutely nothing to help your argument.

In fact you're practically a walking stereotype of South Italy. You're just missing the hair curl.

[fragmento]

I AM NOT! Having a flawless sense of taste, a steely work ethic and a rich history doesn't make me a stereotype -- it simply makes me an Italian!

[ladyofthehouse]

It wasn't said to be insulting.

I'm rather fond of my Italy.

[Spain has enough fondness for South Italy for the two of them tbh.]

[fragmento]

The North knows little of our struggle.

[ the resentment to that statement is evident in his voice. ]

We were starving, and became a nation of bloodshed and crime as they flounced about. Much of what I did was for my people.

[ladyofthehouse]

[In Hetalia, the "North" knows little of anything.]

Then she'd be proud of you. For everything you did for your shared people. For everything you did and continue to do for those on that island.

Or at least if you were one of mine, I would certainly be.

[fragmento]

...

[ he doesn't know...how to react to something like that. people don't tell him that they're proud of him. actually, only one person ever has, and he's been long gone for approximately an eon now.

so his eyes widen. his expression softens into something inexplicable and childlike. he looks towards the ground as though he were a child, and sheepishly straightens his shoulders again. ]

...I wanted to show the world that we were more than some...impoverished, savage peripheries...I hated it there as a kid, and yet I found myself longing for that island after I moved to the New World. America, ha. The wealth and power I accumulated...I wanted to turn us into something else. Something more than what they saw us as.

I couldn't return...but I will always remember the peace her sea offered me.

[ he smiles, softly. ]

...Thank you. I can imagine that your own feel...similarly.

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[ladyofthehouse]

I'll be sure to pass that on to her once I've returned home. [South Italy would almost never admit it but--]

I'm sure it'd mean a lot to her to hear it.

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[ladyofthehouse]

[The last part makes Austria's hands twist anxiously in front of her though.]

Oh. That's.

Mm.

[She doubts that. Very much.]