#2pitaly

Attempt to use liner pens while they are alive and haven’t dried out

Little Luciano and his friend

(Some kind of crossover with “Lucius”)

//POSTING OLD DRAFTS//

2ps who’d try to stop their s/o from wearing revealing clothing:

2p!America- What can i say? He just gets jealous very easily, and if he caught another guy staring at you, he’d be likely to punch them. To avoid situations like that, that could potentially put you in danger too, he prefers to ask you just to wear more clothes (although, he’d respect your decision ultimately, even if he disliked it.)

2p!Italy- Quite similar to Alan, really, he’s just a very jealous guy who’d rather be the only person to see your skin. If you wore something revealing anyway, he’d accept your decision, although he’d cover you with his jacket as you walked and put on his best killer glare to warn other guys off.

2p!France- Simply because he’s a testosterone-fuelled monster, he believes all other guys are like him. So when he sees other guys looking at his s/o, even when she’s dressed up to her neck in thick winter clothes, he just knows that they’re thinking of undressing her. He certainly doesn’t want to help them do this, so he tries to push her not to show too much skin in public, or if she really wants to, he stays close by her at all times to make sure nobody tries anything.

(Ah, i wish i could do gifs! But unfortunately i’m on mobile and i don’t know how you’d get and upload them anyway (´･Д･)」sorry hun, but i’ll try and express it through words instead)

//POSTING UNFINISHED DRAFTS//

2p!Italy- Tap, tap, tap.
His heel hit the ground again, and again, and again.
Normally the sound would annoy him, but at the moment it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
He had a sibling. Well, he knew he had Flavio, but this was different. He had another one, one he’d never met.
His hand gripped the brick wall behind him as his eyes fixed on a distant figure. Was that…?
No. It had walked away… God, he was scared.
He’d never felt so powerless in his life. He hated it. He wanted to leave, but if he did then he’d never forgive himself.
Keep it together, idiot, he told himself. It’s not an army, it’s not someone trying to kill you, it’s a friend. They wont hurt you. Why are you so /fucking/ scared?
In frustration, he sharply scratched his knuckles across the ragged wall, hissing out a few swear-words .
“You shouldn’t do that, you know.” Said a voice next to him.
His blood ran cold. His eyes fixed on the floor. He couldn’t speak.
“Hey, Luciano. I’m, uh… well, i’m your sibling.”
Slowly, agonisingly, he allowed his eyes to lift up and fix on them.
“I-it’s nice to meet you.” He choked out, voice surprisingly hoarse. “Uh..” Sniffing, he lifted a hand to his cheek.
It was wet? Oh, god, don’t say it…
As the two figures watched each other, the newcomer closed the distance, arms out. And the other, tears falling freely, accepted the embrace like it was the most natural thing in the world.