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๑ Otto ๑ Phone ๑

A. [On the floor of Mayfield's Church of Salvation, just behind the alter, you can find Romana's body, neck broken, with a bottle of Holy Water spilt next to her. Her eyes are shut, a single tear in the corner of her eye]

B. [Sometime later there's a call, the voice clearly Romana's, even if it is choked up in what sounds like tears]

It hurts... bastardi, it hurts so much... why didn't you help, why, I would have helped you...

[A small burst of static interrupts her and the line goes silent, the voice waiting for a response before continuing it's game]

C. [She's warm, comfortable, as Romana wakes, sleepily eyeing the room Mayfield has given her. In the moments of her first waking she lazily rolls over, her mind slowly focusing on yesterday. And when she remembers she gasps, sitting up quickly, her hand flying to her neck. While it feels perfectly fine, she still gets up quickly, to the small vanity table, to check the mirror, needing visual evidence to abate her fears.

...she's fine. There's not a bruise, not a scratch, nothing. She swallows, shaky fingers tracing a line down her throat as she stares. She was dead, she knows. It may have been a quick death, but it happened.

Eventually she makes it to the phone, cradling the base unit in her lap as she leans against the wall. Her voice, without her realising, is nearly identical to the one the angel used yesterday.]

Is... is anybody there?

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[Italy stumbles, trying to keep up. He almost opens his eyes, but remembers his promise. He grasps Spain's hand a little tighter though. The lack of a response is starting to frighten him.]

Sorella? Please answer us...

( ( Again, nothing. It's just Spain and Italy in the church but she said she was here too. He looks as the pews, behind him, everywhere. ) )

Maybe she managed to get home. . .

( ( He doesn't believe it but he's trying to calm Italy down. Before he takes Italy home though, he has to look in one more place. He doesn't want to look but he has to make sure in case she needs him. Spain and Italy make their way to the altar. Once he's close enough to see though, he comes to a sudden stop, without any warning. ) )

Sh- she said she couldn't move. She must be here somewhere-!

[He runs into Spain's leg, not expecting the sudden stop.]

What's the matter? Did you find her?

N-no.

( ( He gives Italy's hand a small, reassuring squeeze. Italy shouldn't be here. Spain kneels down and tries to talk to him, ) )

Are you sure you don't want to go home now?

No! I have to find her!

[He's very tempted to open his eyes. Maybe if he looks too, they'll find her. His voice hitches with supressed sobs.]

She- she said.... She said she was all alone....

( ( He's always had a hard time saying no to Italy and he can't say it now. Spain holds the smaller nation in a hug and tries to calm him before they go forward, ) )

You're very brave, Italia. Romana would. . . she would be proud of you right now so keep being brave, okay?

[Somewhere, a radio crackles]

... I was lying. It didn't really hurt much. A snapped neck is a quick way to die after all... crack and everything's gone...

I really was scared though. Thinking about you Veneziano, how I could make sure you would be safe. I don't know why I even should have bothered, you won't even look at me. Such a fucking scaredy cat, you'll never be brave will you?

Look at me. Be a big brave boy piccolo, and look.

[He flinches, Romana's words cutting like a knife.]

S- sorella... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner.

[He knows he promised Spain he wouldn't look, but.... He doesn't want his sister to think he's a coward. Very slowly, he cracks his eyes open.]

[When his eyes finally focus on what's in front of him, he freezes. His mind just isn't quite capable of making sense out of the sight. His sister's broken body, lying by the altar. Confusion, guilt, panic, and despair are all warring within him. He tries to take a breath. Can't quite remember how. So he just stares. In wide-eyed horror.]

( ( Spain tenses when he hears the voice. How is it possible? He chances a look at the altar. Was she still alive? He begins to get up to go attend to her but the voice continues, ) )

That's enough! Stop that, Romana! ( ( He turns back to Italy and tries to stop him. ) ) Don't listen to her, Ita--

( ( But he's too late. Spain can't stand to see Italy like that and holds onto him, trying to hide Romana's body from sight. He begins to whisper to him in Spanish, quickly. Don't look, Venecianito, don't look. Don't listen, shhh. . . He needs to check on Romana but he can't just leave Italy like this. ) )

[Romana's body hasn't moved, still lying broken on the floor, still dead. the radio however, crackles again, Roma's voice smug and mocking]

You should have been. Maybe if you were Venezia, you would have been. Probably not. You'd be to busy running after that Holy Roman Empire kid or Germany... useless, useless, useless. If it wasn't for everyone else you would have been eaten up by a bigger nation already.

Huh... maybe you still will be eaten up. The angels are coming you know... no one will escape them.

[Scoffs] Leave him Spagna. You couldn't protect him this, couldn't protect me. You can't protect anyone, we're all going to die. Maybe it's your fault. Maybe you should have raised us better. Maybe that's why we all left, because you failed.

Los ángeles vienen. ['The angels come']

[He just sobs helplessly. Was all this really his fault? Because he was weak? Useless? He never meant to be a burden..]

Sorella... I'm sorry....

Please....

[He just can't think of anything he can say...]

( ( Spain can't stop the crying and it upsets him. Why can't he stop Italy from crying? And why can't he stop Romana from saying these things? ) )

That's not true, Italia. You're a good boy. You cleaned and cooked and you were always trying to help Hungría and Austria. ( ( And the voice keeps talking. ) ) Stop! He's your brother! You're little brother! You're supposed to take care of him. That's what older siblings are supposed to do.

( ( Maybe that's why we all left. ) )

. . . No one left.

You should be. Look at you, crying like a baby. Man up Veneziano, either face the consequences of hiding behind everyone, or grow a backbone. Stupid child...

[Snorts] He's not my brother. He's just someone who looks like my sister. And if he is my brother, then I have every right to tell him how pathetic he is.

[Laughs at Spain, the radio crackling, her laugh cold and cruel]

We did. All of us. None of us could stand you, clearly. We all decided it was better to be out by ourselves. So we walked away from you, and hit back when you tried to keep us.

[He pulls away from Spain in favor of covering his ears, not wanting to hear anymore. Was that what she'd always thought? That he was pathetic? Maybe he was. He'd always stood in the shadow of some larger, stronger nation. Was always protected by other people. Other people who made sacrifices to keep him safe. Maybe if he'd been stronger, he could have stood up for himself. Maybe if he'd been braver, he would have joined Holy Rome. Maybe then Holy Rome wouldn't have disappeared.

......

But he wasn't brave. He was weak, and a coward. It was a wonder that anyone put up with him at all.]

Please.... Forgive me...

[He doesn't even know who he's apologizing to anymore....]

( ( But that wasn't how it worked out. No one left; everyone else just grew up, right? It was France's fault, England's, Americas-- it wasn't his fault, right? Wait, no, this wasn't about him! He had to take care of Italy! ) )

You don't have to apologize, Italia.

( ( He kisses Italy's forehead and looks around. The voice- it had to be coming from someone somewhere. It couldn't be Romana. Maybe if he could find it he could stop it? ) )

[The raido crackles, under the alter. To get to it though, he's going to have to come closer, step over Romana's broken body]

His apologises are useless anyway. Aren't they piccolo?

She.... She's right....

[He has nothing else to say. He can't even deny it anymore. He looks down at the floor, watching his tears hit the ground one by one.]

No, no, she's not, querido. Listen to me; I've never lied to you before. . . ( ( He thinks he knows where the voice is coming from and he gives Italy a squeeze, ) ) Everything will be okay, I promise.

( ( And he let's go to go behind the altar and stop the voice from bastardizing Romana's name. ) )

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๑ Otto ๑ Phone ๑

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/cuts in like a boss

1/2 Oh, dear, this is terrible....^^;

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I just do not have the right icons for this much angst.^^;

All of mine are on another account |D

Ffff

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