Italy

[Italy]

(Italy Veneziano)

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" Ve, pasta~! "

My thoughts exactly![/b]
If you have a dream, don't wait. Act.[/color][/center]
FULL NAME: Italy Veneziano
NICKNAMES: Hetalia, North Italy, Feliciano
GENDER: Male
AGE: 20
SEXUALITY: Bi-sexual
AFFILIATION: Hero
CLASS: Defender
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
HOME WORLD: Earth (Hetalia)
FACE CLAIM: Italy Veneziano

"If the subject fails to respond, use aggression to liberate his true disposition."

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Right... Did they ever pick the wrong guy for this one.[/color][/center]

LIKES:

• Pasta
  
• Singing
  
• Siestas
  
• Cooking
  
• Painting
  

DISLIKES:

• Fighting
  
• His friends getting hurt
  
• Serious situations
  
• Poor cooking
  
• Anything 'scary'
  

STRENGTHS:

• Has the potential to be a great warrior, courtesy of sharing the blood of Rome
  
• Friendship-orientated
  
• Doesn't hold grudges
  

WEAKNESSES:

• Crybaby
  
• No initiative to fight or become stronger
  
• Lazy
  

WEAPON(s): White flags: Turns out that just about any straight object and a white piece of cloth can be turned into a white flag, as Italy has learned a long time ago, and he always makes sure to carry a flag on his possession in case he gets into trouble. These aren't true weapons, but are what they are, white flags used to surrender to an enemy.

APPEARANCE:: Italy has short brown hair with an odd curl on one side of his head and lighter brown eyes. No matter hat happens, the curl stays in place and never smoothes out. He stands at about 5'7, his black boots giving him an extra inch. The outfit he normally wears mirrors that of a WWII uniform, a blue jacket, blue pants, a brown belt with a brown clasp, black boots, and a black shirt. The jacket has pockets on the top and the bottom, two on opposite sides of his chest and two beneath his belt.

PERSONALITY: More often than not, Italy's smiling and energetic, unless, of course, something causes him to become upset, in which case he can be anywhere from downcast to in hysterics. That something can range from a lack of pasta, good food, being forced into a violent situation, or one of his friends is having a hard time. While Italy might act lazy, he can be quite quick and keep the pace when it comes to running away. It isn't that he's disloyal, just cowardly when he finds himself in a situation that scares or upsets him, such as facing an enemy or meeting someone that strikes him as frightening. If he can't run away, he waves a white flag, begging the enemy to cease fighting.

One of Italy's greatest loves is for food, especially pasta. He's been in the desert and used water to make his precious pasta. On occasion he will interrupt a situation with a reference to pasta, either a reference or stating his love for it in one fashion or another. Because of his Grandpa Rome, he has developed an ability and a passion for art, and from his friend Spain he has become accustomed to taking siestas every day, distressing if he misses it. Oddly enough, if he starts to distress, holding and petting a cat helps him calm down. He cares greatly for his friends, even if he's bad at defending and helping them. Once Italy finds someone he likes, he isn't quick to let them go. It's a good thing for him, since he even has trouble tying his own shoelaces.

Italy is very laid-back, preferring to waste the day away eating pasta and singing, but he could be more, since he's related to the great Roman Empire. He's not weak, but he lacks the initiative to use his strength. This is mostly due to the easy lifestyle his time with Rome allowed. Because of his laziness, he daydreams often, so if he's ever taught how to handle a weapon, most likely he'll get himself hurt using it since he didn't pay attention to the instructions, making it even harder for him to become strong. He has a tendency to add the 've' sound to what he says, which equates to the use of 'well' at the beginning of a sentence, or, by itself, it means 'good'.

HISTORY: Italy came from Earth like many other people, but the difference between him and them is that he's a country, or rather, a person who represents all that his or country has become over the years and what the rest of the world sees in that country. Every country on Earth had someone like Italy behind it, although most acted little like this pasta-loving nation.

Countries are born when the people unify and see themselves as one, so that fact that Italy knew his Grandpa Rome, his father country, isn't unusual. He grew up with his big brothers France, Britain, Holy Roman Empire, and Austria until the day that Rome took him away to him homeland to learn about art and cooking. Little Italy enjoyed himself greatly, loving every day he spent with his grandpa, but when he returned to tell the stories of this grand time to his fellow nations, they all had turned into bullies and wanted him under their control. He and his brother Romano, also known as South Italy, were pushed around by several countries and fought over, but always protected by their Grandpa Rome, which contributed to their reliance on others in later years.

One day, without warning, Rome disappeared, leaving his lands up for grabs, including Italy. Austria and Holy Roman Empire brought him into their house (the heartland of a country, displayed as an actual house) and forced him to work for them. Unfortunately, Austria mistook Italy for a girl because of his young, high pitched voice, and so placed him in a girl's outfit. This misunderstanding also caused Holy Roman Empire to fall in love with Italy, but because of the conquests Holy Rome put Italy through, whenever Holy Rome came near, Italy ran away in fear. It didn't help any that whenever Italy paused to listen to Holy Rome on the rare occasion, he would pressure Italy to become one with him and become the Roman Empire once again, of which Italy always explicitly refused before running away again.

The day came when Holy Rome had to leave to conquer more land. Italy, who had grown fond of him, asked him not to go, but Holy Rome insisted he had to. Before he left, he asked Italy one final time to become the Roman Empire. Again, Italy refused, but this time he explained that he always said no because he saw that a life of war had given his Grandpa Rome a back covered with scars and he didn't want the same thing to happen to Holy Rome. The boy understood, kissed Italy goodbye, promised to return one day, and left.

Years later, around the time of World War I, another country, Germany, found Italy hiding in a box of tomatoes, posing as a tomato fairy in hopes to deter anyone from opening the box. While the two began as enemies, they formed an alliance and became close friends, although all Italy could ever do in the alliance was be rescued by Germany from tight spots the nation got himself in. Still, the two enjoy each other's company and spent a great deal of time together. Japan became good friends with the two later on, but Italy's brother Romano never accepted his little brother's friends, which always upsets Italy for a short amount of time. It's a reasonable hatred, since Italy never quits complimenting Germany but can't say find a single good thing about his own, rather temperamental, brother.

Days past, the Axis Powers stayed together, Italy never changed, much to the eternal chagrin of Germany, and the world kept spinning. The countries fought each other, joined forces, and even united once to protect the Earth from an invading alien force, but were stretched too thinly and too many rifts had been created when the Heartless came. Thanks to Germany, Italy was kept safe from the Heartless, rarely seeing one of the beasts, but his people knew what they were, and their fear was engrained within him, so he knew enough to stay away. Still, not even his savior Germany could protect him from the day their world was torn apart. The nations survived only because some of their people did and their lands hadn't been destroyed, just entrusted to darkness for the moment.

Italy awoke lightheaded from the loss of so many of his citizens, alone in an unfamiliar place. Now, all he wants is to return home, find his friends, escape this terrible situation, and have a bowl of pasta.

You can come here and see me anytime.

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Light and Darkness are eternal.[/b]
Nothing probably goes on forever too.[/color][/font]

At first, the world lacked light, but slowly things began to brighten, painfully slow. For a moment Italy wondered if this was the end, that the Heartless had finally killed off him and, hopefully not, the other nations, then the world came back. Not his world, to be sure, unless another country had staged the Heartless attack and captured him. He really hoped that was the case, since that meant they wanted him alive and Germany would be here any minute. Germany always came when he was captured or in trouble or in any other tight spot, no matter what happened.

Just as he began to accept this fact, the memories came flooding back, the world being teared apart, sent off into a realm he never wanted to see, and his separation from Japan and Germany. Italy bolted upright from the wall he had been leaned against moments before. No, he couldn't have lost them, not his friends, and especially not his best friend, not Germany! Germany wouldn't let that happen!

"Germany, Germany!" he screamed, cupping his hands around his mouth so the words would travel farther. "Ger-man-y! GERMANY! GER-MAN-Y!" No one answered him. He let his hands fall. "Germany..."

Italy sat back down, defeated. What would he do without Germany? If the nation had been within a mile radius, he would have come running or at least yelled back. Everything and everyone had been ripped from their world, how he didn't know, so he doubted that he could call Germany and asked to be picked up like so many times before. Small sobs began as he wondered if the Heartless killed his friend, unlikely as that was. They told each other that they would always be there for each other, but now, now what was he supposed to do? For now, at least, he would wait here and see if Germany found him. That worked sometimes. Besides, he didn't feel too good. The nation lay down, resting and waiting to see if anyone came to find him.

Something in front of him started his way. He opened his eyes, hoping for Germany or any other country, even the sight of freaky Russia would be preferable to being left alone, but one of the Heartless appeared in front of him instead. Italy cried out and scrambled back and up, running away from the dark beast, tears blurring his vision. The crowd parted for the young man, not willing to be run over, and closed before the Heartless could make it.

Italy screeched to a halt and pressed his back into the wall of an alley, watching the street fearfully and panting. White flags meant nothing to those things and they never stopped chasing him, even for a second. The running had escalated the sick feeling he had earlier, but as much as he wanted to rest, he knew he couldn't. He melded back into the crowd, trudging along, hoping that he just might find one of his friends in the mess and they could go back home, where they could think of all of this as a bad dream and laugh over a hot bowl of pasta.

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