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[tomatatas]

A: Phone/Just outside 750 Partridge Drive.

[It's yet another sunny day in Mayfield. Which naturally means that it's going to be ruined, somehow. And true to prediction this peaceful day is shattered around 10:20am, when Romana walks into the kitchen after a quick clean of the house to find that huge scaly crocodile of Australia's lying happily on her previously clean kitchen floor. With a scream of shock she stumbles back, accidentally knocking the phone off the hook.

And then she explodes.

Into pure, unfiltered Italian rage.

Occasionally in Italian]

Australia!! What the hell is that fucking beast doing in my house, my kitchen?! Get it out, get it out right fucking now and I never want to see it again. This is not a fucking zoo, you Figlio di Troia! My kitchen is not it's holding cell!

I just cleaned that floor a day ago and looked at it! Look at it! Are you even listening to me, are you?! You rude che va in culo a sua madre!

I swear to Maria, I will go insane in the fucking place thanks to you, you little testa di merda!

[And all that can be heard is half muted Italian swears and the sound of things breaking. Italian temper at it's finest]

B: Main street of Mayfield

[After a rather long and loud rant at Australia about how she would never again tolerate animals in her house, Romana had stormed out. Clearly in a bad mood as she walks, she still manages to give curt nods to anyone that glances at her. But she rarely stops, her movements stiff as she tries to walk off her rage. She has had an explosion like that since... awhile. And the loss of control always leaves her slightly embarrassed.

Not that she thinks she was wrong to yell though.]

C: Mayfield's Church

[Finally she ends up the church, and quietly Romana takes a seat up the back. Once seated she seems to collapse in on herself with a sigh, rubbing her forehead as she scowls. Maybe she had overreacted... no, no, she had not. It was perfectly reasonable to react like that when there was an alligatior, crocodile whatever in your kitchen.

Sighing in a huff she leans back and slumps down, eyes closing and she lets the quietness of the Church relax her.]

Comments

[lamingtons]

... Did he make a mess? I'll clean it up.

[Doesn't get why she's so freaked out.]

[tomatatas]

He's in my kitchen, get him out right now or I swear on your life Australia, I will find a way to kill that horrible looking monster!!

[lamingtons]

Calm down, he won't hurt ya! And don't call him that, he's a beaut!

[tomatatas]

I swear to the lord I will shoot that thing if you do not remove it from my house!

[lamingtons]

Don't you fucking dare!

... But fine, come on, Pat. Come here! [Pat gives up on ignoring all this shouting and turns his head slowly to look at Australia.] Come on! Up ya get!

B

[revengeisafire.livejournal.com]

[ He's going on another walk around the neighbourhood, having nothing better to do than that, and as he passes by 750 Partridge Drive the swearing isn't hard to miss.

And then the house's occupant - one of the house's occupants - storms out of it, and he can't help but be curious about it. He walks over to Romana. ]

Beggin' your pardon, miss, but I heard some sort of commotion just now. Is there any way I might be of service? [ 'or be on hand to soothe a temper,' he adds silently to himself. ]

[tomatatas]

[Still in her fit of anger Romana almost snaps at the stranger who speaks to her, only just managing to hold it in. Her expression is forced into something like a polite look, though it looks more like a grimace]

No, no. If that thing in there bits off that bastard's arm, well then good. Serves him right.

[revengeisafire.livejournal.com]

Thing? What manner of beast's gotten into your house, if I might ask?

[tomatatas]

An alligator, crocodile, whichever one it is! The bastard let it into my kitchen! My kitchen!

[revengeisafire.livejournal.com]

A reptile of that persuasion seems a terrible thing to let into anywhere where there are people, but ah - that's my opinion on 't.

Is it, by any chance, his pet? [ He at least knows people own crocodiles/alligators/reptiles of that persuasion as pets sometimes. :| ]

C

[koyo]

( ( After the recent events in Mayfield, Spain figured it was about that time. When was the last time he had a proper confession? It was hard to tell from the outside so Spain peaks inside to see what type of church Mayfield has given him today.

Normally, you can tell by who's in the church that day-- certain characters only stayed if it was their church ( example, he would never really expect to see Netherlands sitting in if the church was Catholic ). But there are no Protestants in today! Good, that was promising! In fact, there was only one other person in today and that person was-- oh.

Hola, señorita, hopefully she doesn't mind Spain taking a seat down right next to her. Because he's sitting down right now. Yeah, right there. ) )

[tomatatas]

[Romana senses Spain as he sits, the woman opening one eye to see who it is, her body stiffening slightly when she recognises him. Spain. The male one, the one who knows more about her than the one at home does, the one who she wishes didn't know about that scarring.

Her eyes close again for a minute, and she stays silent, deciding what to do. Finally, with a voice soft and neutral she speaks] Ciao.

[koyo]

( ( His eyes are closed and hands together but the smile on his face says it's less of a prayer and more of a, "Hello, Father" deal. Spain doesn't notice that she's aware it's him and he doesn't mind; he's quite content with just sitting beside her for now.

Spain's eyes are still closed when he answers, ) )

Hola, ¿como estas?

[tomatatas]

[Romana studies his face as now that his eyes are closed, once again trying to find similarities between him and the woman who raised her. They're few, but they're enough to make her not want him to worry, so after a few seconds she answers, coping his choice of language for the simple reason of it reminding her of more calm and normal times.]

...bien. A ti mismo?

[koyo]

Ah, really? Good, good. ( ( Still in Spanish and yup, he didn't catch the phone call earlier that day, most likely because he was sleeping still. But he's pleased to know that she's well! It's always nice to know that people are doing fine, especially in this town where so much can go wrong. ) ) I'm fine, gracias.

( ( And he opens one eye to peak at Romana before opening both and sitting back, ) )

What brings you here today?

B

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[Without a good working bike, Holland has taken to walking. He never had really liked driving the car, though he has more since his bike was broken. As it is, he's walking to work.]

[tomatatas]

[She stops when she sees him, her anger quickly draining away to shock, to guilt, even with a slight bit of fear. Standing still, Romana stares at him, trying to decide on what to do, whether to keep going this way or just turn around and walk away, walk far far away. As fast as possible.]

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[He does, however, spot her. Before Netherlands can meet her eye she's turning around, leaving fast. He's torn for a moment on whether or not to go after her, for no other reason than she owes him an explanation -- an apology, even.

He might even owe her one too.

He decides to go after her.]

Hoi!

[tomatatas]

[Romana nearly considers breaking into a run, a feat she can still manage in these heels, but his legs are much longer, he would catch her easy. And to run... would be the sign of a coward.

And she is not a coward. Even if she feels guilty.

Stopping, Romana stiffens her back before slowly turning to Netherland's her face in a careful mask as she nods.]

Ciao.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[His only reply is quiet, a hmph as he fixes her with a frown. But after just a moment he relaxes a little. He's not a jerk most of the time; no, he's mostly very polite as he talks to her.]

Have you been alright?

A

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[Clearing her throat politely to try to get Romana's attention because wow that house must be crazy. Please don't kill her sort-of-cousin.]

Umm... Italia Romana?

Re: A

[tomatatas]

Si?! [Yes, that was a rather angry yell.

Though give her credit, she does take a deep breath and manage to move down into a very tense voice] Yes, Canada, what is it, I am quite busy at the moment your brother, cousin, thing, whatever I don't really care has let his stupid dinosaur reptile thing into my house!

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Ahh, I figured as much. But there's not really anything you can do about it, unfortunately. Oz will be Oz. E-except maybe if you get out of the house for a bit? Maybe come over for lunch? It might make you feel better?

[tomatatas]

[The huffiest huff ever] Si, perhaps I will. Hopefully while I'm gone the stupid thing will eat him and choke so I have to deal with neither of them.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Umm. Perhaps. Or some time apart will just make everyone happier.