Personality: Romana is many things. Stubborn, protective, motherly when it suits her. But she is also bratty, temperamental and can go out of her way to simply be difficult. She doesn't trust easily, and she doesn't care easily. Romana is many things, and that's how she should be. She's one of the personifications of a nation with hundreds of years of history and thousands of people who all influence her in their own way. Without her people and her history she wouldn't exist. And to sum her up in a simple one word answer will never work.
She's stubborn about many things. Her people, her culture, her religion, her family. If she feels she right she won't back down. And if she feels she's wrong... well she still won't back down. It's the principal of the thing. At this age, Romana's stubbornness comes from how sick and tired she is of everything, and how much she hates have no real control in what's best for her people and land. She's been under empires for so long, from Germanics and Moors to the French and Spanish, and she's sick of it. And now she's oh so close to becoming a completed country that she'd have to be dragged away kicking and screaming to stop her.
Her protectiveness and mothering nature has been formed, thanks to being so close to Spain's Southern American colonies. With Spain away, busy with her empire, Romana often took it upon herself to take of nations like Argentina and Mexico when they were in Europe. She took pride in teaching them to be more like her, never properly seeing the issues. As Spain has always been so kind to her, the idea that the nation wasn't so kind to other colonies, or rather other colonies native people was never fully realised. And so she teaches them the ways of Roman Catholicism, she teaches them Spanish, and she takes it upon herself to be a big sister, or mother figure to them. At the same time, the idea that she is in fact physically only a few years older then other colonies infuriates her because she's not. She's over a thousand years old, and really she no longer truly recognises that she's really under Spain's command in any way that is not a symbolic manner.
That doesn't mean she's not a brat. If anything she's worse than the male South Italy in levels of being a brat. Because she's as old as most European nations she struggles in showing them the respect they expect from someone so small, and she also struggles to be respectful to humans that are rude to her. Snide comments and general stubbornness over doing anything is usually the result, though temper tantrums are still common. Books will be thrown, curses that would make a grown man blush shouted and she's still not above biting and pulling hair if it'll get her her way. For all her years she's still not properly mature and she won't be until she truly faces the complications that come with being an independent nation.
But she's still kind when it suits her, respectful when she knows that's the best course of action. She may fly off the handle more quickly then her modern day self, but also like her she won't let herself be pushed around. She's a fighter. And she'll fight until Italy is whole and her sister is back. And then she'll fight so they stay like that. Romana won't be stopped and just like her modern day self, once you get into her heart she'll never let you leave. Abilities: As a nation Romana has all abilities typical of one. That means she can't be killed unless Italy is dissolved and no one identifies as being from her land. Wounds that aren't caused to her land mass will heal much more quickly than normal, and she's a lot more durable than an average human, even at this small age.
She's also quite capable in swordplay and thanks to recent teachings, the art of war. Sample Entry: [There's a little girl perched up a tree in the park, watching everyone with clear suspicion. Somehow she's managed to get her hands on a pair of boy's shorts, and with her pigtails coming half undone and the dirt smeared across her nose she fits the description of the perfect of a tomboy. And the sword in her hand doesn't help.
As soon as some passes by she leaps out of the tree, aiming to land on their back. Her war cry is loud and her grip tight as she clings] I've got you! Now bow down and swear alligence to the Kingdom of Italia!
[Later in the day she makes a phone call, trying her best to sound bored and not at all impatient for information]
How often do people come here...? And are you all really sure we can't leave? Because that sounds like only something God could do, and I already have something very important thing to do and He knows that. And there's no way He would take me away...
Italy Romana | Axis Powers Hetalia; Nyotalia | Reserved | 4/4
She's stubborn about many things. Her people, her culture, her religion, her family. If she feels she right she won't back down. And if she feels she's wrong... well she still won't back down. It's the principal of the thing. At this age, Romana's stubbornness comes from how sick and tired she is of everything, and how much she hates have no real control in what's best for her people and land. She's been under empires for so long, from Germanics and Moors to the French and Spanish, and she's sick of it. And now she's oh so close to becoming a completed country that she'd have to be dragged away kicking and screaming to stop her.
Her protectiveness and mothering nature has been formed, thanks to being so close to Spain's Southern American colonies. With Spain away, busy with her empire, Romana often took it upon herself to take of nations like Argentina and Mexico when they were in Europe. She took pride in teaching them to be more like her, never properly seeing the issues. As Spain has always been so kind to her, the idea that the nation wasn't so kind to other colonies, or rather other colonies native people was never fully realised. And so she teaches them the ways of Roman Catholicism, she teaches them Spanish, and she takes it upon herself to be a big sister, or mother figure to them. At the same time, the idea that she is in fact physically only a few years older then other colonies infuriates her because she's not. She's over a thousand years old, and really she no longer truly recognises that she's really under Spain's command in any way that is not a symbolic manner.
That doesn't mean she's not a brat. If anything she's worse than the male South Italy in levels of being a brat. Because she's as old as most European nations she struggles in showing them the respect they expect from someone so small, and she also struggles to be respectful to humans that are rude to her. Snide comments and general stubbornness over doing anything is usually the result, though temper tantrums are still common. Books will be thrown, curses that would make a grown man blush shouted and she's still not above biting and pulling hair if it'll get her her way. For all her years she's still not properly mature and she won't be until she truly faces the complications that come with being an independent nation.
But she's still kind when it suits her, respectful when she knows that's the best course of action. She may fly off the handle more quickly then her modern day self, but also like her she won't let herself be pushed around. She's a fighter. And she'll fight until Italy is whole and her sister is back. And then she'll fight so they stay like that. Romana won't be stopped and just like her modern day self, once you get into her heart she'll never let you leave.
Abilities: As a nation Romana has all abilities typical of one. That means she can't be killed unless Italy is dissolved and no one identifies as being from her land. Wounds that aren't caused to her land mass will heal much more quickly than normal, and she's a lot more durable than an average human, even at this small age.
She's also quite capable in swordplay and thanks to recent teachings, the art of war.
Sample Entry: [There's a little girl perched up a tree in the park, watching everyone with clear suspicion. Somehow she's managed to get her hands on a pair of boy's shorts, and with her pigtails coming half undone and the dirt smeared across her nose she fits the description of the perfect of a tomboy. And the sword in her hand doesn't help.
As soon as some passes by she leaps out of the tree, aiming to land on their back. Her war cry is loud and her grip tight as she clings] I've got you! Now bow down and swear alligence to the Kingdom of Italia!
[Later in the day she makes a phone call, trying her best to sound bored and not at all impatient for information]
How often do people come here...? And are you all really sure we can't leave? Because that sounds like only something God could do, and I already have something very important thing to do and He knows that. And there's no way He would take me away...
I... think.