Let&#x27;s Make Pasta Together, Ve~?

The smile on the young Italians face faded as he saw the other lose interest in him. He hesitated a moment before approaching the dark haired male that sat focusing on a chess game. He stared at the bored remembering he used to play the game with Austria and the others. “Ah.” He moved a few pieces, a little giggle escaping his lips. The smile returning.

“Checkmate.” He said setting down the king on the male’s side of the board. He learned that move from one of his friends, he used it to beat Germany after losing so many times. “Thanks for the map.” He waved at Izaya before walking out the room, studying the map he held in his hands.

Izaya paid no attention to the young Italian as he walked across the room; barely even registering his existance until pale hands took ahold of pieces that did not belong to them. The black-haired male’s eyebrows arched as he looked up at the other; interest glittering in his ruby gaze.

He says nothing, however, until the strange new teacher leaves.

“I’ll have to keep an eye on that one…” He murmurs, looking back down at the game of chess; quietly rearranging the pieces into their original order.

Italy looked like a bumbling idiot but had some smart moments but they were rare, very rare.

The reddish brown haired male barely made it down the hall before tripping over his feet tearing the map into two. He slowly looked up his eyes brimming with tears, "Izaya-sempai..is going to be so mad.." He sobbed sitting up, backing himself against the nearest wall, hugging his knees to his chest, crying hard.

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The Maid. {Closed Rp}

The young Italian strolled down the hallway, it was late in the afternoon most of the students were in their dorms studying or out hanging with friends but Italy was humming softly in his own little world, avoiding his work. It was so hard, he wished he was still with Germany, when he was his prisoner he didn't have to do anything. I wonder if I could visit him..or have my kitty around. He thought a little smile on his face.

"Did you see the new guard? He's big and scary." Italy paused hearing a voice, maybe a few student were still lingering about. "He isn't scary, he's really nice just don't sneak out." "Yeah, Mr.Braginski will most likely kill us if he caught us sneaking out at night." The Italian's eyes went went wide. Ivan Braginski? Russia?! "Ve!?" He began to panic, he was so terrified of the other country, he could snap him in two without even trying. "I must get out of here!" He darted to the nearest classroom began to climb out of the open window and got stuck, crying out loudly for help not realizing the Russian's post was nearby. "Someone help me! Please!"

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The raven looked up from the cookbook in her hands, giving a nervous laugh at the sudden appearance of the students and/or teachers. When had they gotten here? “O-Oh! Hello!” She closed the book quickly, offering them all a large smile. “It’s so nice to meet you all! I’m Nicolette! The Home Economics teacher at Spica High School! I hope we can get along!”

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Ital was a bit startled by the raven's presence but soon calmed down smiling happily. "Hello. I'm Feliciano, I'm also a Home Economics teacher here at Spica!" He said happily, noticing the cookbook she held in her hands. "We could work together!"

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"Ve! Hello!" He smiled happily at the male, a new face, a new friend. "My name is Feliciano Vargas. Call me Italy if you wish." He held his arms out in a hug, hoping the other would accept it. "Let's be good friends?"

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Italy smiled brightly looking up at the other, thinking about her question a moment. “I run that country, that’s why I’m called Italy.” He explained.

“You run a country? That is very interesting!” Starfire said, smiling brightly at him. “When I get older, I will rule a planet!”

"An entire planet? That's amazing!" He smiled looking up at her smiling excitedly. "I wish I could rule an entire planet!"

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“Veh?” He tilted his head slightly, wondering why the other found it unexpected that he was a teacher. “I am new.Accent?” He pondered this a moment, people did find his voice a little strange. “I’m Italian!” He said suddenly perking up, a bright smile on his face.

Were there really humans in this world as stupid as this male across from him? Izaya had never encountered someone at this level of intelligence and, though he’d normally be happy with the new personality type just waiting to be studied, it seemed as though there was absolutely nothing to study about the teacher standing across from him.

“How boring…” the counselor murmured to himself, pushing a few stray strands of his inky black locks out of his face; more or less ignoring the newcomer’s existence entirely as he slides the chessboard back in front of him and focuses on the game at hand.

The smile on the young Italians face faded as he saw the other lose interest in him. He hesitated a moment before approaching the dark haired male that sat focusing on a chess game. He stared at the bored remembering he used to play the game with Austria and the others. "Ah." He moved a few pieces, a little giggle escaping his lips. The smile returning.

"Checkmate." He said setting down the king on the male's side of the board. He learned that move from one of his friends, he used it to beat Germany after losing so many times. "Thanks for the map." He waved at Izaya before walking out the room, studying the map he held in his hands.

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Italy shakily took the map gazing down at it through his blurry eyes, obviously confused by what was on it. “Thank you..” He sniffled rubbing his eyes on his sleeve, looking up at the other, holding out his hand. “My name is Feliciano Vargas..but call me Italy. I’m a professor at Spica.” He said softly, clutching the map in his hand still a bit afraid of the dark haired male.

“A teacher? How… unexpected.” Izaya frowns at the other quietly; watching his shaky movements with narrowed ruby eyes. “I take it you’re new here, then? Your accent is… interesting.”

"Veh?" He tilted his head slightly, wondering why the other found it unexpcted that he was a teacher. "I am new.Accent?" He pondered this a moment, people did find his voice a little strange. "I'm Italian!" He said suddenly perking up, a bright smile on his face.

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Looks up at the sudden intrusions to his office; one eyebrow arched in a perfectly puzzled look.

“Is there something you need, hm, to be busting into my office so suddenly?” He pushes away his game of chess, carefully sliding it across the desk in order to keep any of the pieces from falling over. “I expect you’ve come to see your new guidance counselor, ah? Or is it that you’re lost? Well, regardless, I’m Izaya Orihara… or Izaya-sempai. Pleasure to meet ya.”

The young Italian paused at the male’s door a little startled, his eyes wide. “I’m s-sorry! I just got lost..I was on my way to my room and I thought this was it but I guess not.” He flailed his arms as he rambled on and on apologizing over and over again; tears filling his eyes and streaming down his cheeks. “If you don’t hurt me I’ll make you delicious pasta..how does that sound?”

“P… asta? I have no interest in pasta…”

Izaya takes in this intruder with wide eyes, his jaw slack. Oh, how he disliked the nervous twitchy type. They made his head itch. Was he… was he crying? Izaya frowned. Yes, it seemed as though the youth was indeed tearing up.

“Tch, there’s no reason to cry. Where is it you’re trying to go, then? What room number? I’ve a map right here. Take it.” The counselor shoves a piece of paper across his desk, watching the parchment as it balances halfway on the dark wood; and then looking back up at the young student who had intruded upon his solitude. “Well? Take it, then.”

Italy shakily took the map gazing down at it through his blurry eyes, obviously confused by what was on it. "Thank you.." He sniffled rubbing his eyes on his sleeve, looking up at the other, holding out his hand. "My name is Feliciano Vargas..but call me Italy. I'm a professor at Spica." He said softly, clutching the map in his hand still a bit afraid of the dark haired male.

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“Um- Hi… My name’s Ganta… I just transferred here to Ouran.”

"Ganta-kun?" He smiled brightly throwing his arms around the male, hugging him tightly. "My name is Feliciano, you can call me Italy-Sensei, but you don't go to Spica but that won't stop us from being friends."

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Italy screamed covering his head when he noticed the girl hovering over him, he never saw someone fly before.”Don’t hurt me!” When he noticed she meant no harm, he looked up blinking slowly. “My name is Feliciano but you can call me Italy!” He smiled happily, reaching up for a hug.

Starfire grabbed the man into a hug, still floating in the air. “It is most joyous to meet you Italy!” She said, smiling as she set him down gently. “But why are you named after a country?”

Italy smiled brightly looking up at the other, thinking about her question a moment. "I run that country, that's why I'm called Italy." He explained.

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Looks up at the sudden intrusions to his office; one eyebrow arched in a perfectly puzzled look.

The young Italian paused at the male's door a little startled, his eyes wide. "I'm s-sorry! I just got lost..I was on my way to my room and I thought this was it but I guess not." He flailed his arms as he rambled on and on apologizing over and over again; tears filling his eyes and streaming down his cheeks. "If you don't hurt me I'll make you delicious pasta..how does that sound?"

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Starfire noticed another group of newcomers. More friends have come to say hello! She flew over, hovering three feet in the air in front of them. “Greetings friends!” Starfire said loudly. “I am called Starfire! What are your names?”

“Hello friend Raven! It is most joyous to see you again!”