[Open/Incomplete]
Character: Drualt Jones (Louisiana) and Lovino Vargas (S. Italy)
Event Name: body swap
Time and Place: Evening (June 1) in Romano's room
Rating: T
Summary: When two personifications of nations/states switch bodies, does it affect the people of that nation in anyway?
Warnings: See characters.
Girls were nice and soft. They spoke in cute little cryptic words and wore clothing that looked very good on them. Sometimes they knew how to dance, or how to sing. Some liked to wear make-up, others preferred not to. However there was one thing in common with all the women Romano had known through the years.
They were all quiet, demure, innocent, and above all girls were nice. Even if they thought another boy was a pain or something similar, they tended to be very polite no matter what the situation.
The girl reaper, who he had mistaken for a boy, was the epitome of what he expected of a woman.
Drualt however... she was the kind of woman he would meet at a club and watch from afar. If he got lucky and she looked his way, he would preoccupy himself with his drink and hope that she'd forget about him.
She was dangerous.
And (half) French.
There were all sorts of reasons why he shouldn't be wandering the halls in search of his own room. And yet, here he was walking down the halls of the teacher's dorms in the body of his enemy's daughter.
He felt as if he had all the right in the world to kick down his own door and start yelling if only to feel better. Drualt's voice over the system grated on his nerves (it simply sounded like him throwing a fit) but deep down... deep deep down... he knew she was really just a girl. In his body. And it was possible that France could of been in there with her.
The thought did nothing to make him feel any better.
Romano took a deep breath and knocked as lightly as he could.
Event Name: body swap
Time and Place: Evening (June 1) in Romano's room
Rating: T
Summary: When two personifications of nations/states switch bodies, does it affect the people of that nation in anyway?
Warnings: See characters.
Girls were nice and soft. They spoke in cute little cryptic words and wore clothing that looked very good on them. Sometimes they knew how to dance, or how to sing. Some liked to wear make-up, others preferred not to. However there was one thing in common with all the women Romano had known through the years.
They were all quiet, demure, innocent, and above all girls were nice. Even if they thought another boy was a pain or something similar, they tended to be very polite no matter what the situation.
The girl reaper, who he had mistaken for a boy, was the epitome of what he expected of a woman.
Drualt however... she was the kind of woman he would meet at a club and watch from afar. If he got lucky and she looked his way, he would preoccupy himself with his drink and hope that she'd forget about him.
She was dangerous.
And (half) French.
There were all sorts of reasons why he shouldn't be wandering the halls in search of his own room. And yet, here he was walking down the halls of the teacher's dorms in the body of his enemy's daughter.
He felt as if he had all the right in the world to kick down his own door and start yelling if only to feel better. Drualt's voice over the system grated on his nerves (it simply sounded like him throwing a fit) but deep down... deep deep down... he knew she was really just a girl. In his body. And it was possible that France could of been in there with her.
The thought did nothing to make him feel any better.
Romano took a deep breath and knocked as lightly as he could.