North Italy [WIP]

[north0italy]

• R EPUBBLICA ITALIANA
(North Italy)

Name --- Feliciano Vargas
Nation --- Repubblica Italiana (Italian Republic); Italia del Nord (Northern Italy); formerly Repubblica di Venezia (Venetian Republic)
Aliases --- Feliciano; Feli; Ita-chan;
Apparent age --- 20
Actual age ---
1535 years: Last Western Roman emperor deposed; Germanic rule begins
1314 years: Establishment of the Republic of Venice
150 years: Unification of Italy
Gender-- Male

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Eye color --- Amber
Hair color --- Auburn
Height --- 172cm
Weight --- 68kg
Skin tone --- Pale
Defining features ---
Hair Curl
One of Italy’s most notable characteristics, the hair curl is a strand of hair that defies gravity and faces left (compared to his brother Romano’s, which faces right). It is his erogenous zone, and Germany’s means of shutting Italy up.

Scars
Italy has had his share of wars and war wounds, but they are relatively light compared to many other nations. Most of his scars are faded on his torso, and come from generations of infighting amongst his princes. One or two fresher scars come from the more recent involvement in WWII.

Additional features ---
First impressions of Italy may not seem like much. His eyes are almost perpetually closed, giving him an air of cluelessness. He tends to smile much more than he frowns. His cheerful disposition, matched with a reputation for being a pacifist, has other nations treating him more like a little sibling than a contemporary.

Despite being related, Feliciano and his brother are quite different from one another. Apart from the difference in hair and eye color, their curls also face opposite directions. Unlike his older brother, Feliciano has a slighter build and a fairer complexion due to the longstanding presence of Germanic peoples within his lands. One could say that he looks more feminine.

If it’s not fashionable, then Italy would rather go naked (which he has on many occasions). While not as finicky as France about his wardrobe, he likes to look his best for the ladies. Designer labels are a must for him, and when he’s not in his military uniform he likes to flaunt his Armani, Prada, and Versace. Due to his friendship with Japan, Italy sometimes also dons a blue sailor suit. Because of his history with dresses and of his friendship with Poland, crossdressing isn’t above Italy; behind the suits, dress shirts, and slacks is a considerable section of more feminine clothing.

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Personality ---
In his temperament, Italy is more like his grandfather than his brother is. From his old man he’d inherited an energetic cheerfulness and cluelessness that many have found ‘cute’, making them view him as a younger sibling of sorts. He is constantly smiling, apparently for no reason, but tends to be very dramatic about any expression he’s making. Italy talks with his hands as much as he talks with his mouth, and emphatic gestures are as much of his vocabulary as actual speech. Italy, being a natural actor, also puts up much exaggerated acts of distress when he feels that he’s in danger or that he ran out of pasta.

He and America are considered on-par with atmospheric reading skills. For the most part, Italy is extremely oblivious to what goes on around him and other people’s intentions. He also has a loving, forgiving demeanor that allows him to be comfortable with all kinds of people. He is the type to go up to a complete stranger and give them an affectionate hug like he’d known them for years. As a result, he is very sociable and would love to make friends with anyone and everyone (minus Russia; at least he tried to be nice though!). To the people who he is extremely close with, though, Italy is very clingy and attention-seeking. He gives off the impression of ‘spotlight on me!’ all the time, which caused some strife between him and his brother.

Not all of Italy is milk and honey; the attention-seeking act is every bit as intentional as his brother makes it to be. The main reason, though, is not what it seems. Because of his weakness and passiveness in warfare, mainstream Europe had always looked down on Italy and saw him as below them. Italy is aware of this and hates it. Trying to prove himself with his talents and his personality is the only way he thinks he could inspire respect in the older nations around them. Attention, in his viewpoint, is the only way that he could prevent everyone else from forgetting about him, a weak, good-for-nothing country.

True to his Italian heritage, Italy is cowardly and would much rather hide behind Germany than face a battlefield on his own. When he was an impressionable young country, the stories of hell and purgatory from the Pope had made a lasting impression on him, and death was even more terrifying than downing a plate of English scones (which would probably send him to Kingdom Come anyways). Because of that, Italy is notorious for running away on the battlefield. However, when faced with no other choice, Italy can be very courageous. When he was younger, he’d managed to defeat Turkey single-handedly when the situation became dire enough for him to take action.

When he is in a pensive mood (usually brought on by a visit to the priest for Confession), Italy reflects on the events of the past and blames himself for many of the things that had happened. For one, the ‘death’ of the Holy Roman Empire has always plagued him. In his view, if he’d joined with him to form the Roman Empire then maybe his demise could’ve been prevented. Ironically, from this guilt stems his main reason for living (apart from good food, good wine, and pretty women, of course)—to protect others from following the Holy Roman Empire down that same path.

Likes ---
• Pasta
This one doesn’t really need much explanation, now does it?
• Gelato
Despite indulging on many things, no matter how much gelato or pasta Italy consumes he never seems to gain any weight. Perhaps waving white flags is good exercise…?
• Pizza
Italy considers his brother’s pizza to be the epitome of pizza-perfection.
• A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
Italy’s philosophy is arguably epicurean and simplistic in nature; what better than to spend the day with good food, good wine, and a few lovely ladies?
• Cooking
Italian cuisine is amongst the best in the world, and Italy flaunts that fact with his own gourmet creations. Whether it’s desserts, seafood, or his beloved pasta, Italy’s cooking is sure to be top-class.
• Painting
Since a young age, Italy has been gifted in the arts to the point of favoritism by Grandpa Rome. Many masterpieces of his were taken by various other countries through the centuries, though. Yes, France, he would like the Mona Lisa back.
• Dressing up
In a nutshell: influenced by Hungary from a young age.
• The water
Whether it’s the canals in Venezia or the beaches, the water is one of Italy’s favorite places to be.
• Romano
Despite the two not seeing eye to eye on many things, Italy absolutely adores his older brother.
• Germany
Always to help when in a pinch! Although there is some unburied resentment towards him for war crimes during the Nazi occupation, Germany probably counts as his best friend.
• Japan
• Big Brother France
Except for that little thing known as the Mona Lisa…
• Big Brother Spain
He can be sort of creepy though…
• Nonno
Italy adores his grandfather and still misses him dearly.
• Holy Roman Empire
Despite it having been many centuries, the loss of his first love still haunts Italy to this day. He tries his best not to see HRE within Germany, but is not always so successful.
• Japan
• Prussia
• Poland
• Cats
• Singing
• High-end Italian fashion
• Lovely ladies
• Siestas and sleeping in
• Friends and socializing
• Children

Dislikes ---
• Stomachaches
He gets these quite frequently, too, from overindulging on food.
• Nightmares
He's a pervert and always tried to get his hands on his lands. Reason enough to dislike him!
• Wurst
Although German food is more palatable to him than it is to Romano, wurst is generally still pretty unpleasant.
• Being viewed as weak
This is pretty inevitable, and Italy has come to terms with it, even manipulating it to his advantage sometimes.
• War
• Corrupt and manipulating bosses
• Deskwork
• Early-morning mandatory training
• Dietary restrictions
• Russia
• Turkey, though not as much in recent times
• England’s food
Who doesn’t, though? Honestly.
• Shoelaces

Fears ---
• For nations he cares about to end up in the same state Grandpa Rome had
• To lose the people he cares about, due to war or otherwise
• Conflict
• Running out of pasta with no means of getting more
• Russia
• War

Lesser known facts ---
•For the country of romance, to have phimosis is a very, very embarrassing thing. No can do though.
•His left nipple represents Corsica.
•He has Germanic blood flowing his veins, giving him a lighter and fairer appearance than his older brother.

Goals ---
•To make and eat lots and lots and lots of pasta~!
•To get out of the constant economic ruts that his country attracts like a magnet
•To convince Romano to be nicer to Germany.
•To get the Mona Lisa back sometime soon.
•To come to terms with the fact that Germany is the not HRE.

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History ---
The Middle Ages[/b]
†476—The last Western Roman Empire is deposed by the Germanic general Odoacer, beginning a series of conquests from different tribes that decimate Italian towns.
†540—Much of Northern and Central Italy become the Exarchate of Ravenna.

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Roleplay example ---

28 April 1945
Milano

The impossible has happened.

The man that was so hated throughout Italy, the man that tried to run away from his country after he’d took it, tore it open, and ruined it, was dead.

Italy stared numbly at the fifteen bodies all hanging from their heels. They were just fifteen corpses now, no worse or better than the half million other corpses, all piling up since the start of the war. Fifteen Fascists hung upside down and dead for the overachieving dreams of one man that turned into the crimes of an entire nation.

Before the capture, Germany had promised them safe passage into Spain to hide. Italy had showered him with hugs and kisses that day, so grateful for an escape rope out of an increasingly desperate situation. The partisans had torn the north of Italy in two. The Allies held Romano in their greedy grasping hands. It was truly terrifying; he refused to let Germany out of his sight. If Romano could be taken, how long was it until the other half would be snatched up as well?

The din of the crowd grew louder as each citizen cried out in victory. Italy whimpered, turning his face from the bodies. He remembered each and every detail from the start of the doomed escape, everything from the low murmurs of the German troops around them to the fearful way Clara Petacci, Mussolini’s mistress, had clung to her lover. When the partisans stopped their truck and seized both Mussolini and his mistress, Germany had tightened his grip on Italy and refused to let him go. The receding image of a tearful Petacci and a shrinking, white-as-death Mussolini was forever burned into Italy’s mind.

Italy ran from the square and the fifteen corpses bearing a country’s mistakes, tripping as he desperately tried to close it all out. He stumbled to a halt behind Milan’s Central Station, retching and sobbing from the memory. If only he’d shaken off Germany’s restricting hands and spoke up, then maybe Mussolini would only be imprisoned. Maybe his mistress wouldn’t have been executed with him. Out of all the people in that truck, the one that should’ve died was him. It was his fault that he was so naïve to believe in Mussolini’s sweet lies, to turn a blind eye to the increasing dissatisfaction with Fascist rule. Even when he was sickened to the very core at how Mussolini treated him, treated his people, he did not resist hard enough. Oh, oh, if he’d only done something about it. If he’d only stood up and said no, then none of this wouldn’t have happened. There wouldn’t be thousands upon thousands of dead young men being picked at by crows, and there wouldn’t be fifteen Fascists hanging from their heels, their blood being lapped at by dogs.

Back in the square, the people surged forward, anger and pain and sadness turning them into one big, bitter cloud. The wails of former mothers, wives, and siblings filled the square as they took their agony out on the bodies before them. Italy could feel their emotions swirl up inside of him, and their thoughts filled his head like poison gas. Because of them, the economy is in shambles! Because of them, so many of our young men are gone and never to return! Because of them, we’re wholly dependent on the Germans!

This was a victorious hour for the people gathered in the square, when they could lash out against the men they felt were responsible for unraveling their lives. But as bullets, stones, shoes, and saliva flew at the fifteen Fascists, all Feliciano could do was run far, far away from them and cry.

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Username --- Uchi
Age --- 15
Time zone --- GMT-5 Eastern