South Italy

Your Name: Natalie Meyer

Country: South Italy
Human Name: Lovino 'Romano' Vargas
Gender: Male
Age: 22-23
Birthday: March 17

Personality: Though he is kind around women, he is unfriendly, strict, and less social around other men, as evidenced by his behavior towards various male nations and his younger brother. He also attempts to act tough, he is in fact cowardly and a crybaby like his younger brother.

Extras:

• It is said that he hates Germany and France most of all,

• He bears a heavy inferiority complex towards Veneziano (who excels in art and trade, causing him to have lost motivation to do anything).

• Though he is not very skilled with his hands, it is said that he is a good pickpocket

• He is also has a habit of speaking in profanity, particularly the words "bastard" and "dammit".

Example RP post: “Come on you Russian bastards, bring it on! We can t-t-totally whip your fat drunken asses back home to your fucking mothers like the s-stupid idiots you are!” Teeth chattering and hazel eyes narrowing, Romano literally screamed violent abuse at the approaching Russian army, marching full steam ahead towards the eighth Italian army on the Eastern Front. The cold weather was horribly bitter and occasionally the Southern part of Italy would stomp his boot covered feet in annoyance ad frustration before growling a stream of profanity at the shitty weather and how he longed for the heat of Italy. This was all that damn potato bastards fault, if it wasn’t for him, then he wouldn’t even have to be here, staring in masked fear at the deadly looking army in the distance but hell was he going to let anyone else, or even them, know that he was secretly plotting to run away as soon as the first gunshot was fired. No way in hell was he going to freeze his ass off in this damn country while getting his butt layered with lead bullets. That didn’t stop him from screaming abuse at them though, as if his rough personality would make the fearsome approaching army rethink about countering against the Italians.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be working. “Damnnit!” Romano hissed out, kicking a small clump of snow in frustration as he stormed forward a few paces, leaned forward and screamed out. “Fine, if that’s what you want, we’ll damn well blow you all to smithereens! Don’t expect me to go easy on you, just because you are all fucking idiots from screwing up what little intelligence you had with your drinking problems!” Again, no signs of them running away. The brunette grimaced in annoyance, frustration and fear, his instincts telling him to just run away and leave the fighting to the rest of the troops. After all, there was plenty of them here to fight against the enemy they would soon be facing against, it wouldn’t matter if he slipped away, just for a minute.. Or forever. However his feet remained frozen to the spot, out of fear, confliction or just that the freezing weather had finally taken its toll he didn’t really know but they wouldn’t move whatever the reason was and that irritated the hell out of him. For god’s sake, he didn’t want to get shot but he didn’t want to back down just yet, there was still a chance he could get out of this fight injury free.

Taking in a nervous breath of bitter air, Romano stood as tall and confident as he could, a gentle cold wind ruffling his curl as he tried to swallow away the fear away, at least just for a second. “I’m feeling nice today so I’m going to give you until the count of three to leave; otherwise me and my men will annihilate you all on your own home turf!” He cried out, giving himself insanely huge credit for managing to actually speak without chattering his teeth from the cold. If the Italian tropes were backing him up on this amazing proposition, he didn’t notice considering he was too busy focusing on the force in front of him. Licking his lips and folding his arms across his chest, Romano allowed a small and overly confident and proud smirk to pull onto his lips as he tried to look as strong and tough as possible. “One.” The opponents stopped and the Southern part of Italy felt his insides leap with absolute joy and amazement. “Two..” His voice admitted power and strength as he glared at the army in the distance, his hazel eyes narrowed before widening in horror as he could have sworn their guns were now facing towards them. “Thr—“

“Ahhhhh!” An explosion of bangs drowned out Romano’s counting, however it certainly didn’t block out the terrified scream that unwillingly escaped his mouth yet, eyes wide with terror as he stumbled backwards in surprise and fell back into the snow as gunfire sounded all around him. A look of pure terror appeared on her features as he scrambled up to his hands and knees, heart pounding and limbs trembling from the terror and fear of possibly getting shot and injured as the two armies shot mercilessly at one another. He knew he should have ran away ages ago, he just knew it! And with a quiet whimper and a shriek, Romano proceeded to crawl through the crowd of his men, before scrambling up to his feet and dashing off into the distance, kicking up snow in his wake.