ooc: why can't barelyany Spain or Romano rper think outside of the Spamano box DDDXMore Like This
Why don't you people look into the Spabel or Romabel box Q A Q
Someone That I Use to KnowIt is safe to say that one of my old friends...Portugal has contacted me...it has been a very long time since I've spoken to the lad...now I don't know what to say. I don't know if the two of us are still friends but I am still very eager to speak to him again and go back to the jolly good times that we use to have. He is one of the many countries whom I can call a close friend...I sincerely hopes that he feels the same way.More Like This
Headcanons~! ((WIP)) He's very sensitiveMore Like This
He's left handed
He has a temper that he tries to hide
He hates it when people lie to him
If he sees someone in pain or depressed, he'll do whatever he can to make them feel better
He believes in true love, but despises forced love
He has nightmares of his pirate days
He has insecurities about how people truly feel about him
His lover would have to constantly tell him that they love him
He's still sore about his armada, so don't bring it up!
[Bullet; Red] He's very passionate about futból
[Bullet; Yellow] Despite his hatred for lying, he sometimes does it himself by not letting people know how he's really feeling
[Bullet; Red] No matter what, he'll always do his best to smile through the pain
[Bullet; Yellow] He hates to cry in front of people close to him, he doesn't want them to worry
[Bullet; Red] He's religious to an extent; Roman Cat
Gift Fic #1 for SirSpain-de-Hearts"Suiker, kaneel, peper…" Abel muttered to himself as he marked off the items from the list he was holding while inspecting the copious amounts of boxes before him in the storeroom. His crew was resting up elsewhere, probably reacquainting themselves with their 'special lady friends' but he still had work to do. It took a long time to get here and it would be a waste of money if their precious trading commodities had been lost or spoiled along the way. And everyone knew wasting money was just about one of the worst crimes one could commit.More Like This
As he walked along the rows upon rows of boxes, all marked with the official symbol for the Vereenigde Oostindische Compagnie, the Dutch East Indian [Trading] Company, he heard a strange sound from the leftmost corner of the room. Calmly yet with deliberation, he strode towards the sound. If a stupid mouse had gotten into one of the boxes and was now consuming the precious trade goods, he wouldn't forgive it!
The sound turned out to
Scottish Stereotypes..More Like This
Alistair Kirkland, let out a huge breath of smoke, as he peered down over the couch arm to see his friend (your name) flipping open a laptop screen.
“What are ye doin'?” he asked, his thick accent made her want to swoon.
“I want to ask you some questions.” she answered, hoping her friend would agree instead of finding a bypass to avoid it.
“Fine then.” he grumbled. “But be quick.”
By then, (your name) was already on the apparent 'site' and began to scroll down the page.
“Is is true that Scottish are all gingers?”
Alistair looked to the top of his head to see a little glimpse of his red hair. He already knew he had RED hair, but the question (your name) just said sounded dumb.
“No lass. Not all Scottish are...'gingers'.”
(Your name) gave him a cute smiled, before continuing down the page. Alistair, however still didn't get the idea.
“All Scottish people eat haggis?”
“No (your name).” Alistair