[OPEN] Daily life of...

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A N D I IMAGINE MY BRAIN ,

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[/color]he quit being surprised. She quit being surprised when Felipe sent her on these…’trips’ to the World Meetings. She hated there meetings because all that would happen were a series of screams directed at one person or another. Alfred would come up with some silly plan that was supposed to help someone – but really helped no one – that everyone would disagree with. People would begin to shout at him and she would sit there and pretend like she didn’t have a bottle of tequila in a plastic bag full of ice in her bag. She would have to sit there and imagine like her life wasn’t a complete and total bore. Like she didn’t need to get up, throw a couple of things and round on her boyfriend, grabbing his hand and dragging them out of there. No; she couldn’t do that because the two North American brothers needed to spend time together, and she should spend time with her family…Pfft. Gabriella had disappeared – something about having lost her food or something as dumb as that – and she had had enough of the rest of Latin America. Well, there was Guatemala, but he was off doing something. She was sure she could even hang out with Belize if she asked… Spain wasn’t an option, either. She was in the mood to be happy, but not his kind of happy. (Besides, as much as Teresa loved Antonio nowadays, she didn’t want to see him around Lovino, nor did she want to be harassed by Gilbert and her lovely ‘Suegro’.)

S[/size][/color]o, she finally got tired of it. She finally got tired of trying to figure out who to go and talk to. She wandered out of the meeting room, braiding her hair into the familiar two ties over her shoulders. Her eyes scanned the hall, wondering who to talk to. She gave a slight wave in the direction of Austria and Hungary, before sticking her hands in her pockets. This was unbelievable. Almost as unbelievable as the text she had gotten right before the meeting ended. The text she had forwarded to Ludwig, but not to Alfred or Matthew. The instant his icy blue eyes met hers, he nodded her head and the meeting ended not long after that. She wanted to celebrate – a small part of her that wanted to go and rejoice and throw a wild party unseen and unheard of before because she was happy. But, then there was the small part of her that hated everything and everyone for doing this to her. A small part of her that wished nothing more than for Calderón to rot in the fiery pits of his ‘retirement’ for doing this to her. El Lazca was dead…or was he?[/center][/font][/size]

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[/color]he didn’t know. She didn’t know if he really was dead or not. She was so far away that she couldn’t feel it, and they couldn’t call her when she was aboard. It was one of the rules she had set down. There was no contact between her and her cartels, so she was just as much frightened as she was happy. With that in mind, she knew for a fact that Daniel de Jesus Elizondo Ramirez was captured. The idiot had gotten himself caught in Monterrey. But, there was justice between for her, also. All those people that he had killed, they were avenged; everything Teresa worried about with the drug cartels and whether or not so-and-so was dead and so-and-so was captured, all of that could wait. All of that could wait because she wasn’t in her country. This wasn’t personally heading her life, and so she looked up with a smile. A smile that may or may not have reached her eyes yet, but she was sure that it would. It had to because Alfred and Matthew could see right through it, and she didn’t need that. She didn’t need another break down in a bar, she didn’t need to start spasing and need to be taken to the hospital…

"F[/size][/color]eli!” Her mouth moved to the words before she said them, and she moved to stand next to him with a smile. “What’re you doing?”
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[STYLE=float: left; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px #009999 solid;][/style] [STYLE=font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: 5px #009999 solid; margin-top: -30px;]words[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -35px;]000[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: 5px #009999 solid; margin-top: -30px;]tags[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -35px;]open[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: 5px #009999 solid; margin-top: -30px;]notes[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 9.5px; margin-top: -35px;]Took me every inch of sanity to make this Veneziano post, ya know that?[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 9.5px; margin-top: -25px; font-style: italic;]Made by Amb. Tanz of PRE & BTN & OTE[/style][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 400px; border-bottom: 8px #009999 solid; margin-top: -30px;]In the middle of thinking what Pasta he would make for the Asian nation he had done wrong with, he heard his name as he perked up, looking around before he saw the face of none other than Teresa Hidalgo, Mexico, greeting him. "Veeh~ Buon Giorno, bella!" Italy greeted with a smile and a wave, not hesitating to even greet the female despite her reputation he have heard (as far as he's concerned). Besides, she's still a female no matter how scary she can be sometimes so probably a respect is all she needed and what better way to give that is with him. Girls are pretty much one of his specialty- not as good as France's, but still getting there- so he's pretty sure he's clear in the chart at this point. "Oh..." Looking up, the brunette Italian gave a thought as what he was actually thinking and doing at this point. "Well, the meeting's over and I was wondering if I should cook pasta to make up for the burger I ate a while ago." It was a delicious burger, he admit, but too bad it was actually owned by one of Antonio's past colony, Philippines, and it appears today's not exactly her day compared to most. Then again, she's always in a foul mood whenever she sets foot in the conference hall or when world meetings come to play otherwise she seems quite friendly, chipper and even funny most of the time. "But I wonder what pasta she'll want... I hope she doesn't throw it at me!" He wailed, recalling the last time that a pasta (such a waste of food) was thrown to his face. Thankfully, he wasn't the reason for such. Maybe he should learn to keep his mouth shut on this one. "What about you, bella?" Italy spoke with that bright smile of his. "What kind of pasta would you like if you were her? You seem to know her a lot!" He paused before the lad added, "Oh... and how are you?" [/style]

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[/color]h, Dios. She had no idea what had compelled her to speak. Her green eyes blinked before closing for a mere second. She kept thinking about her choice. She had never really been close to Feliciano. She always felt as if she had been closer to Romano…and that had only been because Romano had been raised by Spain. Her mouth melted into a smile. Well, if there was someone that she could talk to without having to worry about any particular damage that would give her a headache, it would be the Italian. She didn’t see any harm in continuing their conversation.

N[/size][/color]ow, she didn’t understand Italian. Sure, she had some immigrants move to her home, and so she knew the basic outline. Besides that, a lot of his words were like hers, but it was still different. It took her a little while to translate what he had said into a hello, and she nodded her head in appreciation. As far as she knew, her ‘cousin’ of sorts hadn’t been very…courageous. That was something to say about him, and she wondered again what had compelled her to move forward and talk to him. Considering she had surrounded herself around countries that were constantly fighting over this and that, it should have been a refreshing experience to talk to Feliciano. It should have.[/center][/font][/size]

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[/color]ut, for some reason, Teresa wondered if she could get through this without threatening him into tears. (Because, honestly, she didn’t want to have a conversation with Germany.)

T[/size][/color]eresa tilted her head upwards, trying to figure out just what he was looking at. Her eyes scanned the ceiling in confusion before she gave the Italian a confused look. He probably wasn’t paying any attention to her, but she didn’t see anything that should have helped his thought process along. “Oh, you were the one that ate Gabi’s hamburguesa? She couldn’t hang out because she went off to go get more food…” She trailed off and narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t think she would throw it at you…throwing isn’t quite her style…” Unless she counted that weird thing Gabi did where she threw things at a wall to help calm herself down. The Mexican still didn’t understand why she did that when it was such a waste…but not as much as the time where her ex-charge had shot her tacos. Nothing had been quite as traumatizing as that. Her mouth twitched into a frown and she shook her head. “It’s…like contra nuestro religión to waste that kind of food, Feli.” Her eyes widened, and then she flushed slightly. She had never really been given any sort of compliment…not lately. Sure, there were ones every once in a while, but they always caught her off guard. “Si, I took care of her for a long time…ah, no se. Probably some laced with alcohol.” Teresa snorted, shrugging her shoulders. “I have a new jefe…And, I did get a text about a famous icon passing on, pero I don’t pay mucho attention to la media lately.”
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