Here is Ghostey introducing Rome and Florence.


"Do you have your class schedules? I know you both signed up for art and soccer, which you will do well in." He paused briefly before adding, "Your rooms are all taken care of, you'll get to meet your roommates soon enough. Anything else...? Ummmm... the cafeteria is unfortunately only open until nine so you'll have to get used to eating earlier than you do at home. Oh, stay out of Germania's way, he's a bit... well he's Germania... you know how he gets sometimes."

"Yes Papà," the two said simultaneously.

"Va bene!" Their father beamed, clapping them both on their shoulders. "So I expect you to be good! I don't want there to be a fuss about you being miei figli! You're here to make lots of friends, many lovers, and enjoy yourselves! Si?"

"Yes Papà!" Florence eagerly agreed. Rome just nodded curtly, rolling her eyes at her younger brother.

He kissed Rome on the forehead and playfully messed with Florence's hair. "I expect you to tell me all about your first day after classes," he said as he made to leave. "Roma, look after tuo fratello."

"Of course Papà," she grumbled obstinately.

Once their father left, Florence dropped his backpack carelessly on the ground and stretched happily - excitement bubbling up in a wide grin. "This will be exciting! I can't wait to meet everyone else! And finally see where Papà works."

"It's just like any other school," Rome sighed, moving away from her brother and carefully unpacking her bag on her bed. "I don't see why you didn't want to join Venezia or Milano at their school. They have a better..." she frowned, failing to come up with anything. "Well it's not here. I thought you didn't like having Papà always around anyway."

"Because," he replied cheerfully, "That is strictly for Italiani, no? We should strive to be open with other cultures. And Papà couldn't have Napoli here to keep you company. Between you and he, you'd ruin all our good names before they'd even got to know us."

"Napoli has always been like that, with or without me." Rome replied shortly, grabbing a scarf of hers that Florence began to play with. "And I do not give the international community a bad name for Italiani. Sono Romana. Between my government, my military, my technology, my art..."

"Most of which you did not come up with entirely by yourself," he pointed out, now picking dust off of Rome's cap.

Rome glared at her younger brother. "We facilitated it. Papà conquered all of Europe, and privileged them with Roman citizenship to enjoy such luxuries."

"And all the history books remember it," Florence agreed warmly. "And we do too. To be honest, I wanted to spend time with you big sister. That, and I think Siena would kill me if she has to share a room with me another year."

She smiled ruefully, appreciative of his affections, although she'd never let him actually know that. "I may still have to even if we aren't in the same room, stronzo."

"Lupa," he grinned with practiced familiarity. He sat down on her bed, causing the things to shift out of their carefully arranged piles, causing some annoyance on Rome's part. "There's also that bella mora we saw at orientation. Florida I believe it was. Our names are similar, si?"

Rome responded by hitting her brother in the arm.

He laughed teasingly, "Come now sorella! I only mean to see if she would like to... come faccio dici? Get coffee together. Maybe paint her some time, I can think of many things."

"Stop touching my things," Rome interrupted, stealing her cap back from her younger brother. "We haven't even started and already you're hitting on Americans and making a name for yourself."

"There are many other gemme bellissime for me to admire at this school, not just the Americans. Do not worry mia sorella cara, I shall leave some for you."

"Get out!" Rome burst, attempting to push Florence out the doorway. "Get out, get out, get out, get out! Bastardo idioto di un fratello!"

Florence made a quick grab at his backpack and allowed Rome to shove him out the door. "I shall see you for dinner then sorella?" He asked flippantly, playfully ignoring her outburst.

Rome made a sour face and grumbled, "Si, si. Don't go making dates with any students until we know who my roommate is or I will draw mustaches on all of your paintings for a whole year." Pausing for effect, she added threateningly, "In permanent ink."


A/N

That is actually how i wanted to do this story,
the upmost goal of this story is to basically talk to new people.
It would be like a network of PMs stringing together to create a story,
it is RP after all~ It will take a lot of work, and time, but i think the end result will be magnificent!
The Letter fic frenzy was the actual insperation for this.

So, if every one would send PMs to Introduce your character, that would be awesome!