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Name: North Italy (he will also answer to Italy, or the name of the country in other languages). His human name is Feliciano Vargas.
Canon: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Gender: though he is a country, he is represented/identifies as male
Age: Over 2000 years old, looks 21
History: Italy at the Hetalia wiki and History of Italy the country at Wikipedia
Abridged version: Being a nation, Italy has lived a long life, and has amassed a rich, passionate history. When he was younger, he was raised by Ancient Rome, who left many of his treasures and talent with his two grandchildren. Veneziano grew up with an appreciation for the arts, and he and his older brother were constantly hounded by other countries because of their natural resources. Eventually, the northern and southern Italies were divided, and Veneziano was conquered by Austria, while Romano was taken by Spain. Both Italies were forced into servitude for their new charges.
It was under Austria's occupation that Northern Italy met the Holy Roman Empire. They were around the same age, and Holy Rome became fond of him. They played together, and Italy taught Holy Rome how to paint. All this time, Holy Rome, Austria, and the other countries surrounding them believed Italy to be a girl. He was even given a maid's uniform. Holy Rome fell in love with Italy, and even kissed him, without knowing he was really a he. Later, Italy's voice changed, and that was how Austria found out. By then, the Holy Roman Empire was long gone.
For some reason, Italy grew up... useless. As a young country, he was innovative and strong. The tiny Italy was able to defend himself against the huge Ottoman Empire. As he grew older, he became softer, more defenseless. He began to rely on other people more, while becoming lazy and carefree. This could be because he was spoiled as a child, but otherwise, it is a mystery to everyone as to how Italy changed so much. He has dealt with plenty of hardships.
It was during World War I that Italy first met Germany. While they were enemies at that time, Germany would eventually became his number one friend and ally. Even when he was captured and taken prisoner by Germany, Italy attempted to befriend him (and he was so scary!). Then, in World War II, Italy and Germany were allies, and he became closer to Japan.
Nowadays, Italy is just happy that he is not involved in any wars. Most of his days are spent cooking. Or sleeping. Or trying to talk to Romano. Or bothering Germany.
Personality: The more bustling, productive part of Italy is personified in a young man who loves eating and napping. North Italy (or simply Italy, is how he is referred to most of the time) is usually an incredibly cheerful, easy-going kind of person. He is the younger grandson of Ancient Rome. Italy took many things from Ancient Rome, such as his artistic skills and love of women. But unlike the warrior civilization, Italy is a weakling who has been trampled on by other countries and constantly needs to be supervised by the much more powerful Germany.
Italy makes friends easily, but he just as easily can be bullied. He is not at all suited for war and would rather sit around eating and flirting with pretty women. He tries to cook pasta on the battlefield and does not complain when he is taken hostage (because free food and shelter. Why leave?). Italy is not afraid to touch or hug or kiss or poke people. He also sleeps in the nude.
When it comes to war, Italy is hopeless. He is a coward who has no problem begging for his life or giving up himself right off the bat (he always has a white handkerchief handy so that he can tie it to a stick, or something, and create a white flag of surrender). He'll wail and whine and it is usually Germany who will come to aid him. Germany has tried countless times to whip Italy into shape, but Italy rarely listens. Occasionally, Italy will try to do something brave, out of guilt. That, also, generally ends up in Germany coming in and cleaning up his mess. While he tries to follow orders, small things distract him. Italy gives up with little effort and is quick to run. He is not a good spy, can't keep secrets, and all-around is a great nuisance.
Despite the vast differences between the countries, Italy treasures his friendship with Germany and Japan very much.
Another strange tidbit worth mentioning for this game is that Italy does not have a problem with gore. He creates the most gruesome horror movies, so he is desensitized when it comes to watching things on screen (he'd rather point out Ferraris if he sees them). It is different if he is the one being threatened. Italy has proven plenty of times that he can move fast if he is being chased by a fearsome enemy.
Powers/Abilities: Being a nation, Italy has accelerated healing abilities. He cannot die, or catch diseases. He can move from one country to the next as though he were walking down the street to someone's house. Italy can hear the collective thoughts of his people and offer them comfort just by reaching out to them.
Many of Italy's other abilities come from his grandfather, Ancient Rome. He has an eye for painting and sculpting, is a(n incredibly picky) gourmet when it comes to tasting and eating, and he is a skilled designer (as well as dresser). He is also fond of singing and can talk to people effortlessly. He might also be good at fencing, but this is just speculation. Because of the congestion in his home, he is a fearless (and reckless) driver. He is also quite good at flirting.
When he was younger, Italy worked in Austria's mansion as a maid. Because of this, he learned how to thoroughly clean a house.
Other abilities include... the ability to fall asleep anywhere, as well as the ability to run away from impending doom.
Keepsakes/Mementos:
• a pasta maker
• an old paintbrush
• a white surrendering flag
• the Iron Cross Germany given to him by Germany
Sample: It wasn't his time yet. That was all Italy was thinking as he gripped his stomach, doubled over in pain.
The day had started out so nice, too. It was summer, so it was incredibly hot in the morning. He had taken his time rolling out of bed, with only a tiny inkling of the catastrophe that was to happen later. And then he'd stretched and went to whip up a huge breakfast, with the objective of sharing it with his neighbors. Just a normal, lazy Sunday morning, and Veneziano hadn't had a care in the world.
He should have paid more attention to the signs, should have gone to the doctor two months ago when this pain had first showed up. But doctors were scary, and Italy did not think it was anything he needed to worry about. He'd had a mild cold lately, thanks to the economy, but so did the rest of Europe. A little pain was not enough reason for a nation to go to a hospital, or even a clinic. Even when the pain persisted, it was weak enough that Italy could ignore it.
Today, however, the cramping was excruciating. It wasn't gas, he was certain of. No, it felt like something far worse, like something was pumping and rumbling inside of him, threatening to burst out of his gut and blow him up. Italy had felt pain like this before, not even that long ago, but it had never been this bad.
He sent a message to his boss when the ache drifted up to behind his eyes. A migraine now, too? This was bad. This was not normal.
"You have to get everyone out of here!" he shouted into the phone, choking back sobs of anguish. It hurt... so bad...
"Evacuate everyone? Mister Vargas, that's not even possible..."
"You have to try!" And Italy cried out again, barely able to focus. "There's not much time!"
His boss said he would try and hung up. Italy sat on the floor of his bedroom, wanting to curl up and go to sleep. But he couldn't do that. He needed to get people to safety. If he lost his people, then he would...
Italy grabbed the edge of the bed and attempted to pull himself to his feet. He could hear sirens blaring in the distance as he staggered over to the window. There were his neighbors, scrambling out of their houses, tugging their children or animals along after them. The streets were full of people in a panic, all racing towards cars or other modes of transportation. There was no way they could all get out in time, not with so little warning.
The pain shook Italy's body again and he screamed. He fell to his knees and the ground began to rumble. It was happening already.
In the distance, Mount Etna blew its top clean off, spewing lava and rocks and ash into the sky. Italy lost his lunch at the same time.
His death was slow, painful, as the lava seemed to keep coming for hours, devouring everything that he had once held dear. The cries from his people became quieter, and lessened, until, late in the night, Italy could not hear anything at all. By that point, he, too, had been covered in lava. That, of course, did not kill him, so he had to lie there as the rock hardened, and wait for the very last of his people to die off.
He could not have prevented this, but he could have helped save more people, couldn't he? Italy could have talked to his boss, to his brother, to Germany, to Japan...! Why hadn't he? So many lives lost, a whole country wiped out in just half a day.
I'm so sorry, Germania, he thought as he took his last breath. For everything.
Mindset: Italy will not remember his death at all, so he will most likely panic in the beginning. Even after finding friends, he may still not be settled. I think as more time passes, Italy will shrug off the uneasy feeling, as he often does, and try to make do with what he has. He will get used to his room and the city, cook, and relax, and enjoy meeting new people. But the moment he is reminded that he is dead, he will become depressed. For a little while. Then the cycle will repeat.
G̶̶l̨͡i̵͢t̷c͝͠h̕é͠s̷̷͡: Oh, the things that frighten Italy. There are many. Loud people and noises, bad food and horrible cooks (England), fashion disasters... Italy is weak when it comes to fighting, and he has no tactical skills. Heck, even waking up in the morning is a chore for him. He gets lost during planning, in that he does not understand the more elaborate ones, so he usually winds up floundering. Italy gets tired and hungry quickly, but he will refuse to eat food that isn't pleasing to his palate.
On a less humorous note, Italy's fears can stem to feelings of abandonment. He lost his grandfather, lost Holy Rome, his brother doesn't seem to want anything to do with him. Even Germany remarks at how stupid Italy is. Italy is afraid he will wake up one day to find that Japan and Germany don't want to be his friends anymore because they have tired of him. More than anything, Italy doesn't want to be alone. He wants to enjoy life, and everything beautiful, with his friends for as long as his life allows.
Canon: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Gender: though he is a country, he is represented/identifies as male
Age: Over 2000 years old, looks 21
History: Italy at the Hetalia wiki and History of Italy the country at Wikipedia
Abridged version: Being a nation, Italy has lived a long life, and has amassed a rich, passionate history. When he was younger, he was raised by Ancient Rome, who left many of his treasures and talent with his two grandchildren. Veneziano grew up with an appreciation for the arts, and he and his older brother were constantly hounded by other countries because of their natural resources. Eventually, the northern and southern Italies were divided, and Veneziano was conquered by Austria, while Romano was taken by Spain. Both Italies were forced into servitude for their new charges.
It was under Austria's occupation that Northern Italy met the Holy Roman Empire. They were around the same age, and Holy Rome became fond of him. They played together, and Italy taught Holy Rome how to paint. All this time, Holy Rome, Austria, and the other countries surrounding them believed Italy to be a girl. He was even given a maid's uniform. Holy Rome fell in love with Italy, and even kissed him, without knowing he was really a he. Later, Italy's voice changed, and that was how Austria found out. By then, the Holy Roman Empire was long gone.
For some reason, Italy grew up... useless. As a young country, he was innovative and strong. The tiny Italy was able to defend himself against the huge Ottoman Empire. As he grew older, he became softer, more defenseless. He began to rely on other people more, while becoming lazy and carefree. This could be because he was spoiled as a child, but otherwise, it is a mystery to everyone as to how Italy changed so much. He has dealt with plenty of hardships.
It was during World War I that Italy first met Germany. While they were enemies at that time, Germany would eventually became his number one friend and ally. Even when he was captured and taken prisoner by Germany, Italy attempted to befriend him (and he was so scary!). Then, in World War II, Italy and Germany were allies, and he became closer to Japan.
Nowadays, Italy is just happy that he is not involved in any wars. Most of his days are spent cooking. Or sleeping. Or trying to talk to Romano. Or bothering Germany.
Personality: The more bustling, productive part of Italy is personified in a young man who loves eating and napping. North Italy (or simply Italy, is how he is referred to most of the time) is usually an incredibly cheerful, easy-going kind of person. He is the younger grandson of Ancient Rome. Italy took many things from Ancient Rome, such as his artistic skills and love of women. But unlike the warrior civilization, Italy is a weakling who has been trampled on by other countries and constantly needs to be supervised by the much more powerful Germany.
Italy makes friends easily, but he just as easily can be bullied. He is not at all suited for war and would rather sit around eating and flirting with pretty women. He tries to cook pasta on the battlefield and does not complain when he is taken hostage (because free food and shelter. Why leave?). Italy is not afraid to touch or hug or kiss or poke people. He also sleeps in the nude.
When it comes to war, Italy is hopeless. He is a coward who has no problem begging for his life or giving up himself right off the bat (he always has a white handkerchief handy so that he can tie it to a stick, or something, and create a white flag of surrender). He'll wail and whine and it is usually Germany who will come to aid him. Germany has tried countless times to whip Italy into shape, but Italy rarely listens. Occasionally, Italy will try to do something brave, out of guilt. That, also, generally ends up in Germany coming in and cleaning up his mess. While he tries to follow orders, small things distract him. Italy gives up with little effort and is quick to run. He is not a good spy, can't keep secrets, and all-around is a great nuisance.
Despite the vast differences between the countries, Italy treasures his friendship with Germany and Japan very much.
Another strange tidbit worth mentioning for this game is that Italy does not have a problem with gore. He creates the most gruesome horror movies, so he is desensitized when it comes to watching things on screen (he'd rather point out Ferraris if he sees them). It is different if he is the one being threatened. Italy has proven plenty of times that he can move fast if he is being chased by a fearsome enemy.
Powers/Abilities: Being a nation, Italy has accelerated healing abilities. He cannot die, or catch diseases. He can move from one country to the next as though he were walking down the street to someone's house. Italy can hear the collective thoughts of his people and offer them comfort just by reaching out to them.
Many of Italy's other abilities come from his grandfather, Ancient Rome. He has an eye for painting and sculpting, is a(n incredibly picky) gourmet when it comes to tasting and eating, and he is a skilled designer (as well as dresser). He is also fond of singing and can talk to people effortlessly. He might also be good at fencing, but this is just speculation. Because of the congestion in his home, he is a fearless (and reckless) driver. He is also quite good at flirting.
When he was younger, Italy worked in Austria's mansion as a maid. Because of this, he learned how to thoroughly clean a house.
Other abilities include... the ability to fall asleep anywhere, as well as the ability to run away from impending doom.
Keepsakes/Mementos:
• a pasta maker
• an old paintbrush
• a white surrendering flag
• the Iron Cross Germany given to him by Germany
Sample: It wasn't his time yet. That was all Italy was thinking as he gripped his stomach, doubled over in pain.
The day had started out so nice, too. It was summer, so it was incredibly hot in the morning. He had taken his time rolling out of bed, with only a tiny inkling of the catastrophe that was to happen later. And then he'd stretched and went to whip up a huge breakfast, with the objective of sharing it with his neighbors. Just a normal, lazy Sunday morning, and Veneziano hadn't had a care in the world.
He should have paid more attention to the signs, should have gone to the doctor two months ago when this pain had first showed up. But doctors were scary, and Italy did not think it was anything he needed to worry about. He'd had a mild cold lately, thanks to the economy, but so did the rest of Europe. A little pain was not enough reason for a nation to go to a hospital, or even a clinic. Even when the pain persisted, it was weak enough that Italy could ignore it.
Today, however, the cramping was excruciating. It wasn't gas, he was certain of. No, it felt like something far worse, like something was pumping and rumbling inside of him, threatening to burst out of his gut and blow him up. Italy had felt pain like this before, not even that long ago, but it had never been this bad.
He sent a message to his boss when the ache drifted up to behind his eyes. A migraine now, too? This was bad. This was not normal.
"You have to get everyone out of here!" he shouted into the phone, choking back sobs of anguish. It hurt... so bad...
"Evacuate everyone? Mister Vargas, that's not even possible..."
"You have to try!" And Italy cried out again, barely able to focus. "There's not much time!"
His boss said he would try and hung up. Italy sat on the floor of his bedroom, wanting to curl up and go to sleep. But he couldn't do that. He needed to get people to safety. If he lost his people, then he would...
Italy grabbed the edge of the bed and attempted to pull himself to his feet. He could hear sirens blaring in the distance as he staggered over to the window. There were his neighbors, scrambling out of their houses, tugging their children or animals along after them. The streets were full of people in a panic, all racing towards cars or other modes of transportation. There was no way they could all get out in time, not with so little warning.
The pain shook Italy's body again and he screamed. He fell to his knees and the ground began to rumble. It was happening already.
In the distance, Mount Etna blew its top clean off, spewing lava and rocks and ash into the sky. Italy lost his lunch at the same time.
His death was slow, painful, as the lava seemed to keep coming for hours, devouring everything that he had once held dear. The cries from his people became quieter, and lessened, until, late in the night, Italy could not hear anything at all. By that point, he, too, had been covered in lava. That, of course, did not kill him, so he had to lie there as the rock hardened, and wait for the very last of his people to die off.
He could not have prevented this, but he could have helped save more people, couldn't he? Italy could have talked to his boss, to his brother, to Germany, to Japan...! Why hadn't he? So many lives lost, a whole country wiped out in just half a day.
I'm so sorry, Germania, he thought as he took his last breath. For everything.
Mindset: Italy will not remember his death at all, so he will most likely panic in the beginning. Even after finding friends, he may still not be settled. I think as more time passes, Italy will shrug off the uneasy feeling, as he often does, and try to make do with what he has. He will get used to his room and the city, cook, and relax, and enjoy meeting new people. But the moment he is reminded that he is dead, he will become depressed. For a little while. Then the cycle will repeat.
G̶̶l̨͡i̵͢t̷c͝͠h̕é͠s̷̷͡: Oh, the things that frighten Italy. There are many. Loud people and noises, bad food and horrible cooks (England), fashion disasters... Italy is weak when it comes to fighting, and he has no tactical skills. Heck, even waking up in the morning is a chore for him. He gets lost during planning, in that he does not understand the more elaborate ones, so he usually winds up floundering. Italy gets tired and hungry quickly, but he will refuse to eat food that isn't pleasing to his palate.
On a less humorous note, Italy's fears can stem to feelings of abandonment. He lost his grandfather, lost Holy Rome, his brother doesn't seem to want anything to do with him. Even Germany remarks at how stupid Italy is. Italy is afraid he will wake up one day to find that Japan and Germany don't want to be his friends anymore because they have tired of him. More than anything, Italy doesn't want to be alone. He wants to enjoy life, and everything beautiful, with his friends for as long as his life allows.