#siegfried beilschmidt

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Dramatic Moment

2p Japan: No! Please, Siegfried, don’t do it!

2p Germany: I have to, I have no choice…

2p Italy: No, please! I love you!

2p Germany: Please forgive me… *opens coke bottle and it starts to bubble over*

2p Italy + 2p Japan: SIEGFRIED NOOO

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2p Axis Accents

2p Italy: Luciano has a strong verbal accent and often has bad mistakes in grammar. Ex. “Sieg-a-fried” “I’m going to store now” “KURO! Why are you in kitchen!?” He reads it fluently but makes mistakes when writing.

2p Germany: He noticeably has a strong German accent but doesn’t have any grammar mistakes. He pretty good at speaking English, but can only read a little and can’t write at all. (He has to use the speaking microphone for texting.)

2p Japan: Has a very strong Japanese accent but speaks English with without any errors. He is exceptional at reading English but has a hard time writing it. He can do the basics but can’t use strong vocabulary such as “extraordinary” or “quantification”.   

2p Prussia: He is best at English out of all of the 2ps. He has an accent but can read it fluently and is actually better at writing than most English speakers.

2p Romano: He speaks English fine and read pretty well, but like Siegfried, he can’t write at all.

2p Spain: ......... Is terrible at English. He actually prefers to speak Spanish. Can’t read it or write it. He barley can even speak it.

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2p GerIta Nicknames

Nicknames for Luciano: Luci Baby Vati (German for Daddy) Liebe (German for Love) Cutie Sugar Nicknames for Siegfried: Siggy Tubby Amore Mio (Italian for My Love) Sexy Man Mr. Germany German Boy

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2p Axis Fears

2p Italy: Being rejected or looked down upon

2p Germany: Having no friends

2p Japan: Being forgotten

2p Prussia: Being hated

2p Romano: Being pitied

2p Spain: Loosing 2p Romano

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2p!Gerita - It’s A Date

He dazed me with the soft brush of his gaze and his humming which was a song to my ears. Even as he shouted, cried, and kicked; his voice was that of an angel’s. He was a gem among rocks; wand among sticks; butterfly among moths; but not all could see just how beautiful he was. His shouts were roars of a large cat and his grins were sunny summer days. When he held a paintbrush in his hand his mind raced with incredible stories and tales he could display on a canvas for all to see. How marvelous it was for a masterpiece to create art. His lips would tingle whenever he sat beside me in a meeting; planning his next move like life was a game. With stunningly sharp eyes he was able to make even the most manly and brave men bow to him. He had the body of a wildcat and the mind of a mastermind. He was the most dangerous man to ever walk this earth.

“Germany!” I heard Luciano call me from outside. Even though I have known Luciano for hundreds of years, he still refers to me by my business name: Germany. We had just finished training that day; Luciano making me run the track a ridiculous amount of times. I left the roof’s protection and was attacked by the sun’s rays. Why did Luciano have to make us train in the middle of a summer day?

“Yeah, what is it?” Luciano sat on a bench, hunched over and pulling at his shoestrings. It took me a second to realize he needed help, “Uh… Can you tie your shoelaces?”

Luciano glared in my direction. His stunningly beautiful eyes made shiver and nearly melt, “… My shoes are just broken…”

“They don’t look broken to me.” I knelt down in front of him, attempting to help but he slammed his foot on my face and tried to push me back. “L-Luci! That hurts, man!”

“I don’t need your stupid help, alright!? I just feel lazy today- yeah! Yeah, that’s it! I’m just lazy today and you’re my slave! Ha! Do my work, slave!” He giggled darkly as if he got great pleasure from having such a big guy as myself his slave.

I smiled and rolled my eyes, “Yes master, whatever you say~ But you have to do it with me, alright?” He blushed harder and leaned over, pulling the strings taunt on his other shoe. I grinned more as I continued, “You start by crisscrossing the strings, then make them taunt again. Make sure it’s tight so your shoes don’t slip off.” He followed my lead, having no trouble. “Now here is where it gets tricky, okay? Listen close. You make a bunny ear, then you loop the other string around the bunny ear and- then… then you pull the string through, and make bunny ears!”

Luciano stared at me with his famous bitch-are-you-stupid-face. “That’s too complicated. And you’re really bad at explaining!! These are shoelaces, not bunnies!!”

I laughed at Luciano’s comment, “It’s just an expression, Luci.” Luciano blushed shamefully and glanced away. I couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful eyes and round face. His face was a masterpiece; he had incredibly adorable and stunning looks. He had a soft, round face with plump lips and magenta eyes that complimented his tan skin and brunette hair.

I often had the urge to each out and gently touch him, but I knew he’d snap at me if I did. Luciano blushed harder and mumbled, “Stop staring, Jerkface…” ‘Jerkface’ had become his favorite insult for me. It was adorable. I loved it when he gave me little nicknames that he thought would hurt my feelings; but they never did.

On our way walking back to the car I still couldn’t keep my eyes off of Luciano. Whenever he glared at me from out of the corner of his eye I would smile and asked what was wrong.

“You keep smiling at me and it’s creepy!” Luciano huffed. I chuckled, finding his attitude adorable and hilarious. I reached over and bumped my hand against his; asking for permission. He blushed harder and suddenly held my hand.

I’m sure Luciano is aware of my feelings for him. I’ve never brought it up but I show obvious signs. I want to know if he feels the same way, but I’m scared he’ll reject me or be disgusted by me.

After explaining my situation to my brother he said, “You should just tell him… I-I mean… He’s not rejecting your physical affection, right?”

I sighed and ran a hand through my messy hair, “Yeah, I guess…” I rambled on, “But you never know what’s going on in his little head. He’s known me for so long, he probably just sees me as a friend. Oh god… I shouldn’t say anything; it’d just feel wrong…”

For once Gilen spoke demandingly, even if he did stutter a bit, “Siegfried! You are a Beilschmidt, and Beilschmidts aren’t cowards.” I raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t someone to make such exaggerated statements. “We are men of war and men of war don’t bow down to emotions!”

“Yeah, yeah! I get that, Gilen… But it’s just… ehh… I don’t want it to be awkward between us. I don’t want anything between us to change, but I want to get my feelings out…”

“Siegfried. Luciano is smarter than that, right? He knows making it awkward would be the worst thing to do. But that’s just if he rejects you. Don’t you want to know if he has feelings back?”

I groaned and flopped onto the couch, “Fiiiinnneee… I’ll do it tomorrow… Over text.”

“No, you’re doing it in person…”

“Fiiiiinnnneeee….”

The next day Luciano dragged me to the track per usual. It felt like he wouldn’t stop talking; or at least I was being extremely quiet today. “My brother is really dumb and I hate him… I wish he’d just shut up permanently. That would be cool… Siegfried? Siegfried, did you die last night or what?”

“Sorry~ I was listening to your sweet voice and I dozed off.” Luciano huffed and suddenly stopped walking. He simply stared down at my feet. I was wearing two different shoes; one a flip-flop and the other a tennis shoe. “Uhh… W-Wow, I must be really tired today, huh?”

“I don’t care if you’re tired; you’re still doing the routine. In fact, now you have to do it barefoot!” I honestly wasn’t really against being barefoot; I hated shoes because they felt like cages for my feet.

We started with our warm-up. More like my warm-up. Luciano only participated in running around the track. I’d do pushups and he’d lie on top of him, yelling something like: “Move it tubby!! I could’ve done one-hundred by now!!” He can barely do five pushups.

After the warm-up Luciano immanently took off onto the track in a gentle jog. I followed beside him, “Why don’t you ever you wait for me, Luci?”

“Germany, I don’t have time waiting for you. You’re slow and pathetic.” He stuck out his tongue at me and I smiled. He’s so fucking cute. I love it. After a couple runs around the track, I collapsed onto the bench in exhaustion. Luciano was still going strong, and he’d make fun of me every time he looped around the track. He eventually had his share and plopped down next to me, whining and reaching for the water bottle I was downing. “Give it t-to me!!” He panted and weakly punched the biceps on my arm.

“Here you go.” He grabbed the bottle and tilted his head back, downing it and spilling water onto himself. I watched Luciano, my thoughts going wild. Indirect kiss. Indirect kiss. Indirect kiss. I found myself unable to hold myself back, “Did we just indirectly kiss?”

Luciano didn’t respond, or he at least didn’t hear me.

“Indirect kiss…. We just indirectly kissed each other… I don’t mind. Doyoumind?BecauseIdon’treallymind…” I spoke quickly, feeling myself become hot and embarrassed. When Luciano didn’t answer I said a bit clearer, “You’re hot.” No response. “I’d get funky under the sheets with you.”

Luciano suddenly glared at me. My whole body stiffened and felt like it was going to fall apart. “I’m not a whore Siegfried. You’re supposed to ask me out on a date before that.”

“W-Wait a-are you s-saying-“ I stuttered badly.

Luciano splashed the remaining water onto my face, smirking. “If you must know, I think you’re too hot for your own good.”

“I-I like your f-face… I love your face… F-Face good. Ja.”

“Oh shush you silly German boy. I know you love me.” Luciano snuggled against my arm, “How about you ask me out on a date? Right now.”

“U-Uh…” Was he being serious? Luciano never really joked around but I couldn’t believe what I hearing. He was accepting my love and he was extremely calm about it. “… How about tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up and take you out for dinner.”

Luciano snuggled harder and accepted my request, “It’s a date.”

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2p Axis Sims 3 Traits

2p Italy:

Artistic

Flirty

Mean Spirited

Hot-Headed

Workaholic

2p Germany:

Brave

Couch Potato

Friendly

Good Sense of Humor

Rebellious

2p Japan:

Flirty

Commitment Issues

Unstable

Insane

Inappropriate

2p Prussia:

Shy

Coward

Loner

Brooding

Socially Awkward

2p Romano:

Diva

Dramatic

Genius

Dislikes Children

Irresistible  

2p Spain:

Absent-Minded

Green Thumb

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2p Axis As Markiplier Quotes

2p Italy: “I’m like a wild animal when I get cornered. I’ll punch ya straight in the gaba. Swear on me mom, swear me mom.”

2p Germany: “I might be a potato, but I have standards.”

2p Japan: “Life is hard, shouldn’t you be too?”

2p Prussia: “You’re my little biscuit.”

2p Romano: “Stop whatever you’re doing and listen to me. This is of the utmost importance... You look beautiful today!”

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Baking With 2p Germany and 2p Italy

I started looking at cake and I got really hungry. This was the outcome. Sorry, it’s not my best work. :P))

“Sugar?”

“Check.”

“Flour?”

“Check.”

“Eggs?”

“… Shit, wait, where are the eggs…” Siegfried started to scavenge through the mountain of cooking supplies, “I was sure I picked up eggs this morning…”

Luciano sighed and put an x over eggs on the list, “Siegfried, you forget milk last time too! If you want me to teach you how to cook you have to stop being an idiot!!”

“W-Well,” Siegfried defended, “eggs aren’t that important! We can still do it without eggs, right? It’ll still taste good.”

“You can’t bake a goddamn cake without eggs!” Luciano pouted and pulled himself up onto the kitchen island. He ran a hand through his hair, “You idiot… flour and eggs are what make the texture and taste amazing! But they need to be balanced; there can’t be more than the other.” Luciano looked up ‘egg replacements’ on his phone. Siegfried stood behind Luciano, looking over his shoulder at the small screen. “… I can feel you breathing on my neck like a dog. Stop.” Luciano grumbled.

Siegfried laughed but didn’t move, “Oh~ we can just use mashed bananas, right? I bet that’d make it taste good.”

“All you think about is taste, but that’s not the most important thing, fool…” Luciano jumped down from the island, “Now get to it, Siegfried! If I’m going to teach you how to be an amazing baker like me, you have to do everything I say, understand!?”

“Yes, sir!” Luciano gave Siegfried most of the hardy jobs such as stirring or reaching for materials in high cabinets. Luciano, on the other hand, kept him far away from delicate jobs such as pouring measurements. Siegfried had the tendency to bump into things and knocked over the flour onto the floor, but luckily there was still some left in the bag.

They poured the batter in two separate square pans and waited till it was done. Luciano allowed Siegfried to decorate one of the cakes with icing and sprinkles… You can imagine how it turned out… Siegfried’s cake looked like Christmas threw up on it then left it on the side of the road. Luciano’s, on the other hand, was simple and beautiful.

“You don’t need that much icing, you know…” Luciano mumbled, licking off a smudge of icing on his finger, “It’s probably gross now.”

“I bet it’s not!” Siegfried served Luciano a piece of the disaster cake, “Just try it, please?” Luciano forked up a piece of the disaster cake and tried it. He didn’t say anything, simply judging the quality. “Good, isn’t it?” Luciano huffed and sourly looked away from Siegfried.

“Whatever…”