Post by Elena Jones on Feb 7, 2012 0:19:49 GMT -5
Yeah, it's Angel's turn. Here's her emo thing....
Disclaimer: I don't own Romano, Vene, Alfred, Arthur, Rome, Greece, Turkey, or Ancient GreeceThey are owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. I also don't own Alfonso or Cadence. Perfect1up owns them.
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Angelica sat on a bolder, feeling heartbroken. She kept staring at her hand is if she could make the ring that sat there only a few hours before reappear, even though she knew it wouldn’t.
A sigh escaped her lips as she bit her lips, coming to terms with what had just happened.
She had lost him. What had she done? What hadn’t she done? Why did he go to Arthur? It just wasn’t fair.
“I should have known.” she mumbled to herself, hand curling into a fist. “I shouldn’t have trusted him.” her voice was shaky as tears began to fall. “Damn you Alfred.” she whispered, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them.
She knew she should feel used to being heartbroken. She had felt enough of it while Spain was controlling her. She remembered working for him, doing things as best as she could, and him still loving Romano more. And she knew he loved Romano more than her. Yet she still let herself fall in love with him.
But Spain was to in love with Romano, and she was no Romano.
She let herself love him from afar, and then she met the blue-eyed nation, and fell in love all over again. Yeah, she did love Spain still, but having America around dimmed that. Maybe that was why when he asked her to marry him she accepted.
But she had been happy. She was so happy, than she found them together, which lead to this; her sitting here, on a rock, crying. Damn it, hadn’t she promised herself she’d never cry over a man?
She wondered why she even bothered with the other nations. Half of them didn’t even know she had a representation. They all thought Romano was southern Italy, which was true. But she was her own country once, the most powerful and richest for a while. But no one remembers that. They only remember her for the invasion during the Second World War. And even then, most countries worried about Romano’s health. She took a back seat, again.
Although Vene had cared, but she just couldn’t deal with her older brother anymore. Ever since he admitted to the girls he loved Romano, he had changed. He wasn’t so sweet to her anymore. Lately she felt as if she moved one space forward with him, she then moved two spaces back.
Actually, she felt like that more and more lately, as though she wasn’t getting anywhere. Although, she thought, it was usually though her own faults. She was cocky, and loud, and didn’t think things through. So it didn’t surprise her that she didn’t get anywhere.
But at least someone could cut her some slack. She tried after all. But she wasn’t perfect. She wasn’t Vene, who was the great northern Italy. She wasn’t even Romano, who was perfect in his own way. She couldn’t do anything. Hell, the only thing she was relatively good at was killing, something she had done for the mafia many times. Yet, when Vene and Romano got into it also, she was pushed aside, again.
No. She wouldn’t let that get to her. She would just push it down, and never let it out. That was just the way she lived. No one was going to come and hold her while she cried. No, not even Florence. Yes, she loved the city, but he was northern Italy’s father. Vene’s father. Not hers. She had Ancient Greece, yet turkey killed her.
Turkey. Angelica felt a new wave of tears come on. She had been horrible to him for so many years. Vene had told her time and time again that she shouldn’t worry about it, that Byzantine was destroying her. But Byzantine was her mother, who loved her, and took care of her while Rome was out sleeping with women and teaching Vene how to draw. Hell, Romano got more attention from their grandfather then she did.
So, when Turkey killed her, she had hated him. She wanted him dead, and had until recently. Then he explained the truth to her. She asked for him to kill her. She wanted Angelica and Heracles to see her as strong. And Turkey played the monster for her.
Angelica felt her heart tighten as more tears spilt. She sat, wallowing in self-pity and heart break, letting the waves crash around her. She was fine here, all alone, stuck on her little island.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around her. She jumped, before looking back into familiar black eyes. “Hey Angel.” said Alphonse. She looked at him in shock, quickly wiping tears away.
“Al! What the, how long have you?” she was stuttering, trying to figure out when he had gotten there.
“Cadence called me. Elena told him what went down at the party, and that you ran off. She was worried about you.” he said, holding her closer. “I was worried about you.”
Tears formed in the Sicilian’s eyes again. “Oh Al.” she turned and threw her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. He held her, rocking her gently, letting her sob. He held her until she was quiet, hiccuping as she tried to calm herself down.
He picked Angel up princess style and carried her back to her house. Once there, he carried her to her bedroom, smiling softly at the now sleeping region. As he turned to leave, he felt her grab his hand. “Vi, stay tonight.” she mumbled.
Al was shocked at this. After all, they had broken up long ago, before she had started dating America. “Are you sure?”
There was a sleepy nod from Angel as she moved over, making room. He slipped off his shoes and climbed in, lying down next to her. She moved closer, head resting next to his chest. “Hey Angel.”
“Si?”
“Why do you want me to stay?” he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
Angel opened her eyes to look up at him. “Because.” she said, thinking about everything, and everyone. “You make me feel alive and loved.” she reached up, placing a kiss on his cheek. “And because, when you’re around, I don’t feel so alone.”
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music suggestion.....
And, just so everyone is one the same page, Angel is still marrying America. I just made this AngelxAlfonso because I felt it worked better then America trying to comfort her....
Disclaimer: I don't own Romano, Vene, Alfred, Arthur, Rome, Greece, Turkey, or Ancient GreeceThey are owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. I also don't own Alfonso or Cadence. Perfect1up owns them.
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Angelica sat on a bolder, feeling heartbroken. She kept staring at her hand is if she could make the ring that sat there only a few hours before reappear, even though she knew it wouldn’t.
A sigh escaped her lips as she bit her lips, coming to terms with what had just happened.
She had lost him. What had she done? What hadn’t she done? Why did he go to Arthur? It just wasn’t fair.
“I should have known.” she mumbled to herself, hand curling into a fist. “I shouldn’t have trusted him.” her voice was shaky as tears began to fall. “Damn you Alfred.” she whispered, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them.
She knew she should feel used to being heartbroken. She had felt enough of it while Spain was controlling her. She remembered working for him, doing things as best as she could, and him still loving Romano more. And she knew he loved Romano more than her. Yet she still let herself fall in love with him.
But Spain was to in love with Romano, and she was no Romano.
She let herself love him from afar, and then she met the blue-eyed nation, and fell in love all over again. Yeah, she did love Spain still, but having America around dimmed that. Maybe that was why when he asked her to marry him she accepted.
But she had been happy. She was so happy, than she found them together, which lead to this; her sitting here, on a rock, crying. Damn it, hadn’t she promised herself she’d never cry over a man?
She wondered why she even bothered with the other nations. Half of them didn’t even know she had a representation. They all thought Romano was southern Italy, which was true. But she was her own country once, the most powerful and richest for a while. But no one remembers that. They only remember her for the invasion during the Second World War. And even then, most countries worried about Romano’s health. She took a back seat, again.
Although Vene had cared, but she just couldn’t deal with her older brother anymore. Ever since he admitted to the girls he loved Romano, he had changed. He wasn’t so sweet to her anymore. Lately she felt as if she moved one space forward with him, she then moved two spaces back.
Actually, she felt like that more and more lately, as though she wasn’t getting anywhere. Although, she thought, it was usually though her own faults. She was cocky, and loud, and didn’t think things through. So it didn’t surprise her that she didn’t get anywhere.
But at least someone could cut her some slack. She tried after all. But she wasn’t perfect. She wasn’t Vene, who was the great northern Italy. She wasn’t even Romano, who was perfect in his own way. She couldn’t do anything. Hell, the only thing she was relatively good at was killing, something she had done for the mafia many times. Yet, when Vene and Romano got into it also, she was pushed aside, again.
No. She wouldn’t let that get to her. She would just push it down, and never let it out. That was just the way she lived. No one was going to come and hold her while she cried. No, not even Florence. Yes, she loved the city, but he was northern Italy’s father. Vene’s father. Not hers. She had Ancient Greece, yet turkey killed her.
Turkey. Angelica felt a new wave of tears come on. She had been horrible to him for so many years. Vene had told her time and time again that she shouldn’t worry about it, that Byzantine was destroying her. But Byzantine was her mother, who loved her, and took care of her while Rome was out sleeping with women and teaching Vene how to draw. Hell, Romano got more attention from their grandfather then she did.
So, when Turkey killed her, she had hated him. She wanted him dead, and had until recently. Then he explained the truth to her. She asked for him to kill her. She wanted Angelica and Heracles to see her as strong. And Turkey played the monster for her.
Angelica felt her heart tighten as more tears spilt. She sat, wallowing in self-pity and heart break, letting the waves crash around her. She was fine here, all alone, stuck on her little island.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around her. She jumped, before looking back into familiar black eyes. “Hey Angel.” said Alphonse. She looked at him in shock, quickly wiping tears away.
“Al! What the, how long have you?” she was stuttering, trying to figure out when he had gotten there.
“Cadence called me. Elena told him what went down at the party, and that you ran off. She was worried about you.” he said, holding her closer. “I was worried about you.”
Tears formed in the Sicilian’s eyes again. “Oh Al.” she turned and threw her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. He held her, rocking her gently, letting her sob. He held her until she was quiet, hiccuping as she tried to calm herself down.
He picked Angel up princess style and carried her back to her house. Once there, he carried her to her bedroom, smiling softly at the now sleeping region. As he turned to leave, he felt her grab his hand. “Vi, stay tonight.” she mumbled.
Al was shocked at this. After all, they had broken up long ago, before she had started dating America. “Are you sure?”
There was a sleepy nod from Angel as she moved over, making room. He slipped off his shoes and climbed in, lying down next to her. She moved closer, head resting next to his chest. “Hey Angel.”
“Si?”
“Why do you want me to stay?” he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
Angel opened her eyes to look up at him. “Because.” she said, thinking about everything, and everyone. “You make me feel alive and loved.” she reached up, placing a kiss on his cheek. “And because, when you’re around, I don’t feel so alone.”
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music suggestion.....
And, just so everyone is one the same page, Angel is still marrying America. I just made this AngelxAlfonso because I felt it worked better then America trying to comfort her....
