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Roleplay 1
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“he invited me in,” she clarified. “He’s been really kind, and it’s really warm outside, and he hasn’t kicked me out yet and that surprises me because I would have kicked me out by now and I don’t want to do anything to change that! I don’t wanna go home…”
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Italy smiled kindly and patted her head. “He won’t kick you out!” He glanced around the room and staged whispered, “I’m sure he’ll insist that you come home with him.” He smiled at Antarctica.
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Antarctica’s eyes widened and she sat down. “Wh-why would you think that? I thought you said he was being really antisocial,” she said, still attempting to stop her shaking hands as an image flashed in the back of her mind. “I couldn’t, anyways,” she muttered.
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“Well he hasn’t been interacting with the others for about two weeks, so one would jump to conclusions.” Italy shrugged, “My mistake.” “Why not?” Italy pounded his chest, “If some one tries to stop you, the Italian mafia is on your side.” He smiled kindly at Antarctica.
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“No. I don’t get to make friends. People shouldn’t get comfortable around me. Staying here,” she gestured at the hotel and Italy,”Isn’t a good idea. It would be better for both of you if you just sent the Italian mafia after me instead of backing me..” she responded darkly.
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Italy chuckled, “The mafia may be under my control, but they won’t attack you even if I order it.They do have morels you know? And trust me, you aren’t the worst thing that has happen to me ans I doubt you will top it.”
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“You do know looks aren’t everything, right?….Whatever,” she sighed, clenching her fists. “I hope I don’t regret taking advice from the leader of the mafia…” She smiled slightly. “If he asks, I’ll go. Otherwise…. I’ll go home after here.”
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“He(small laugh), i’m not judging you by your looks, its just that…” Italy tailed off and his eyes glazed at the memories. He shook his head and breathed deeply,” If he doesn’t ask, i’ll take you to my home instead.” He chuckled, “You don’t seem so keen on going home, so might as well take you to mine.”
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“I don’t know if the home of a mafia leader is safe..” she said dubiously,”…..but you seem nice.”
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Canada walked back in,”Ah, Italian is perfectly safe..Most of the times..” He chuckled a bit and flicked Italy’s shoulder as he walked past,”I’m going back down to the beach, if any of you guys want to join me.”
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Italy waved his hand, “Safest place in Italy, the people and police don’t mind the mafia. Were like the back up police and the undercover agents for the most dangerous jobs.”
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Antarctica blinked a few times then shrugged. “I guess I can try it again..”:l Then she gulped nervously. “Maybe if I grabbed some more ice?”
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“I’ll get some! Where is it?” Italy looked around he room for a freezer.
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“…..third floor…..” Antarctica answered sheepishly,
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“Alright!” Italy beamed and dashed out the door.