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Gang can yall continue rping…. Cause it’s yummy PLEASE IM HUNGRY 

@The_Prussian_Empire
          “And plus, your country couldn’t even support itself if it were to engage in Eastern Europe; your country has barely any tanks or anti tank guns to even send to front lines. Not to mention that clothing, food, vehicles, and fuel are all scarce. Albeit they've gone through immense improvements these past few years, it doesn’t change the fact that they’re still in short supply. I haven’t even mentioned the fact that your factories are constantly being bombed by allied forces, so even if you were to get the raw materials you need, there wouldn’t be any factories to properly make use of them.”
          
          I paused for a few seconds to take a breather before speaking again.
          
          “Your government already went through one major anti-Fascist movement that got rid of your ‘Duce’ in 1943. 1943 was also the time when I had to come and reestablish order and -also- a leader for your country. And now? Now, things are starting to repeat itself. Crumbling infrastructure, scarce food and clothes, constant bombing by the allies, things are just like how they were in 1942 and 1943.
          
          “So, I appreciate your concern about my leadership and tactics, but I think that if you want a hand in Eastern Europe, the best place for you would be backstage.”
          
          (whelp, best friend, this is all i got. i wrote this at school and my dad’s house so be honest; did i fumble?)

@The_Prussian_Empire
          “Last I checked, the Italians are supposed to be focusing on and in the Mediterranean, not Central and Eastern Europe.” I said while picking myself up off the floor. “And even in the Mediterranean, your troops needed -my- help in Greece and North Africa.”
          
          Lazily dusting off my uniform, I kept eye contact with Italy as I spoke.
          
          “If anything, that would suggest that -you’re- the one needing help in campaigns. Yes, my troops are getting pushed back, yes, I’m facing difficulties in my campaigns, but as history shows, it’s -you- that needs help in these situations and it’s -me- that has to come and help you.”
          
          I kept eye contact with Italy as I stopped dusting off my uniform. Anyone else would’ve gotten the brunt of my frustration in the form of physical altercations. With Italy, however, I couldn’t do anything to him. I physically couldn’t. So I kept my frustration as verbal as I could.

@The_Prussian_Empire
          (i trusted and you were correct, it’s very good!
          don’t know how i’m gonna compete tho. i am NOT locked in atm)
          
          A smile crept onto my face as I stared into his eyes. Italy’s really gone through quite the transformation. It was amusing to feel him pull my head back by my hair, to feel his fingers grip my hip. It gave me a buzz I hadn’t felt before.
          
          “Who would've known you were so stubborn underneath all that compliance.” I said lightly, my smile growing as I let Italy comprehend what I was saying.
          
          “And how’s this as a compromise; I let you join me at the Eastern front and you can show me just how stubborn you’ve gotten. If you can back up all the confidence of yours.”
          
          (well, i at least tried.
          sorry tho, i’m really tired and the plot wasn’t plotting itself correctly. but i think this enough to keep you occupied for a little bit :)
          
          also, if your first day of school is tomorrow, good luck and have fun)

@The_Prussian_Empire
          The fact that Italy had struck a nerve was evident in my response. I liked maintaining control, especially in stressful times like these. And him playing big man was hitting a few nerves of mine, particularly because he was usually compliant with me. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm myself before continuing.
          
          “But, as I’ve said before, I understand your concerns about the front with the Soviet Union. However, I think the best course of action would be to see how this plays out. If it seems like the situation is worsening, I’ll call upon your troops to assist mine. But if things continue in the way they have for the past two years, I’m afraid your assistance won’t be necessary at the eastern front.”
          
          (i understand. i hate when i have to split my response because i then have to figure out where the cut makes the most sense. or if i need to delete unnecessary words if its that close to the cut off)

@The_Prussian_Empire
          Italy seemed to be processing what I had said, probably coming up with a plan of his own or thinking about the logistics of what I said. Though I could tell he was deep in thought. However, he wasn’t too deep in thought because as soon as I finished talking, he started to pace around me. Not in a menacing way, though. It also wasn’t necessarily in an attempt to appear bigger, but more in an attempt to appear more influential than his country currently was. Which I found amusing.
          
          The ongoing fire I lit a few hours prior created a sort of white noise in the background that allowed us to never fall into complete silence. The silence, then, was comfortable; closing one's eyes could make it seem like you were in a cabin or in a nicely warmed house with an atmosphere that claimed you or brought warmth. The soft popping of the fire could always be heard, even while we were talking, but that doesn’t mean the fire always matched the mood of what was happening in the room. I don’t want to say that Italy pacing around me was unnerving, but it, accompanied by the fire, didn't match each other well. However, the uncomfortable feeling soon left when Italy broke the silence.
          
          After pacing around me a few times, Italy advised me of how I, along with some of his army, should flank the Soviet troops. That since Soviet’s forces are more concerned about/with my armies, Italy should play a bigger role in my war against Soviet, though this last part was said indirectly. And while I couldn’t disagree with what he was saying, I could tell he was putting a lot of confidence into what he was telling-more advising me of what to do. The small smile that tugged on his lips as he finished talking proved my point.
          
          “Your attempts to appear, how would I word this, more in control are amusing.” I said, keeping my gaze fixed on Italy. “It makes it seem like you’re one of the leaders.”
          
          (i love you too, but let me do what i want >:(

@The_Prussian_Empire
          (i’m so sorry. I fucking hate myself so much
          
          for once in my fucking life i’d like to have the motivation to actually do smth w/out fucking procrastinating the entire day
          
          like, i made my mom fucking cookies instead of replying. what is happening with my life)
          
          Watching Italy as he straightened his posture, I took notice of how he tried to make himself appear bigger; standing straight, putting his hands behind his back, it all reminded me of the way I usually present myself in front of people. To this I couldn’t help but wonder if he was taking from me.
          
          Italy’s demeanor took me not off guard, but by surprise. He seemed…more confident than usual. The way he looked at me, the way he held himself, it was all sort of unusual for him. He was usually the one who stood back and watched what was happening, went with whatever Imperial and I decided to do without any input or complaining. And if he did complain, he only protested once before dropping it when Imperial or I argued against it.
          
          I watched as Italy reassured my worries by telling me about how he managed to push the Allied forces away from his capital, cracking a soft smile when he quoted me, the smile widening when I heard his attempt to speak German. Though the smile slowly faded with what he said next.
          
          “While it may be true that my front is more unstable than yours at the moment, I can assure you, like you’ve assured me, that things are under control. The Soviet’s are attempting many counter attacks along the front, yes, but, as you may remember, they did the same thing around the same time last year. It’s probably just a symbolic move from the Soviet elites.” I said, my tone firm and a little dismissive.
          
          “But I thank you, Italy, for your concern. However, my forces have driven out the Soviet forces many times before, they can surely drive them back this time too.” I said, reiterating my point in a simpler way.

@The_Prussian_Empire
          (see, i told you i’d get this done. it only took me 13 fucking hours. it’s kinda short and sucky, so beware)
          
          I kept eye contact with Italy as he spoke, keeping my body still as his thumb slowly traced the side of my face and jawline. Everybody knew that I hated physical touch; I tended to avoid handshakes among other things. But this? This I didn’t mind.
          
          “You’re awfully confident for someone who’s normally so reserved.” I murmured as I placed my hand on Italy’s hand, gently taking his hand off of my face.
          
          Keeping eye contact with Italy for only a few seconds longer, I softly let go of his hand.
           
          “And if the intel you’ve heard and gathered from the Allies is as predictable as you claim, we have a real advantage now over the Allies. Though, I do wish that you would have told me that you had troops on the Eastern front; it would’ve saved me from a few arguments.”
          
          Cracking a soft smile, I watched Italy for his response to the somewhat inside joke.
          
          “And I’d be careful of your attitude towards your country, my friend. Your capital was very close to the front line a few months ago.”

@The_Prussian_Empire
           ((7 fuckin things of starter- Zenni wtf- xD))

@The_Prussian_Empire
          nuh-uh, it’s  t o l e r a t e 
          
          i feel like, from experience, you’re most often than not the one that initiates rp’s. you also seem to have a vault of just rp starters you throw at people you meet and for when you’re bored and want to switch things up
          
          yeah, i just take what you throw at me