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A; Action - Morning, Around town.

[If you happen to run into Romana around town, and you've met her before... well, you'll quickly notice that something's wrong. Very very wrong.

She's smiling.

And calling out to passerbyers in a very bright cheerful voice] Ciao~! Such a beautiful day, si?

[~~Everybody run for the hills.]~~

B; Action - Locked to muskatli.

[Here is a pod. Look at it rocking, as if someone's trying to break her way out with little success.

A very pissed off someone.]

C; Phone > Action for Partridge Drive, Afternoon

[The beginning of the fight between Romana and her double can be heard quite clearly, both women giving it their all. A carcophny of crashes, of glass breaking and Italian curses can be heard over the phone, ending with one loud smash as one Romana throws the other through the front window.

From her position in the shattered remains of the window, the real Romana takes a second to gloat, looking smugly down at her double. As she jumps out onto the grass the fake Romana scrambles to her feet, clutching a shard of glass tightly in one hand. It's clear, in the afternoon light just how hard both women have been fighting, both sporting bruises and cuts, hair rumbled and clothes ripped. But neither looks ready to give up.

For a few seconds both Romana's stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the next move. While neither does, the real Romana does speak.]

As you can see, I don't appreciate imposters, cagna.

Vaffanculo, puttana!

[The fake snarls as she delievers her insult before lunging forward, bringing the glass up in a harsh swipe. Real Romana just ducks back in time, the glass giving her a new cut on her right forearm. In retaliation she grabs a piece of wood from the broken window frame, swinging it like a baseball bat at the fake's face.

Do you even dare intervene?]

D; Phone - After the previous call.

Ah. I assume people heard parts of that? Sorry... but that cagna is taken care of, whatever it was. No need to worry.

... How was everyone elses day then?

(ooc: red= real Romana, green=fake)

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[If you hug him Romana, like Austria did, he's not sure what he'll do.

At least she was a pretty girl, and not his distant uncle/cousin thing.]

Edited 2011-10-27 14:04 (UTC)

[She may hug him. She may not. Who knows yet.

Instead your cousin/adoptive little sister thing? ~~Nation relations are hard~~ is just going to stop right in front of you.

And smile] Paesi Bassi! Ciao! How are you today?

[Netherlands will look behind himself, then off to the side to see who she is talking to. Until he realizes she's smiling at him. She was so cute when she wasn't trying to kill him.]

[The smile turns a little sharper, Romana raising an eyebrow] What, you're surprised someone's talking to such a freakish giant like you?

[. . . Romana was never cute. Ever.]

You're so creative, with an insult like that.

[Lies, she is the cutest ever]

Ah, grazie! Ohh but I'm sure some people like giants Paesi Bassi. [Sympathetic arm pats]

[Not even a little.]

Just because you're too short.

[The most]

Ah, but shorter is cuter, and fixable. You can't be shorter when you're a giant. But all I have to do is wear heels, see?

[Hungary's mood has been getting progressively worse throughout the day, and it's nothing to do with any sudden change in her personality.

But a passive aggressive comment too many has finally tipped her over the edge. There's enough aggression by the time she finds Romana.]

Honey, you'll have to shield your face somehow before I smash this thing...

Edited 2011-10-27 13:59 (UTC)

[The pod stills as Romana faintly hears Hungary's voice, straining her ears to hear her properly. Cover her face... oh. Hungary's going to smash it open.

Quickly, Romana shields her face, leaning against the opposite wall of the pod, hoping she's judged which side Hungary's on correctly.]

Here goes... [She mutters under her breath, swinging the heavy Teflon pan experimentally. Dresses like the mindless drones, does she... Hair prettier when it's longer, right, mister Austria? And she's put on weight, apparently, and she's almost a mindless native--]

Graaaaaaaah--

[Nothing happens at first upon initial contact, save for a small crack.

Then she hits it again and again and again until the crack widens with a sickening crunch. She stills herself when she remembers Romana's still inside.]

Don't worry! I'm almost done with this contraption!

[Romana shrieks at the first hit, the sound much louder to her, before clapping her hands over her mouth. She shrinks down, half terrified Hungary will swing too hard and accidentally hit her, even as Romana drops her hands slight, calling back in a shaky voice]

A-Ah... Grazie, Ungheria but... a more precise and restrained method might work better now?

Oh, silly me. Forgot myself for a moment. [She hasn't been that angry since sharing a house with Prussia. Flinging the frying pan aside, she reaches for her long knife, wedging it carefully into one of the larger cracks to work it apart.]

Cover your face, just in case... [With a forceful yank, she dislodges the piece over Romana's chest. Wiping her forehead, she then peers down.] Are you unharmed?

It... It's fine! Really. [Yeah she's not stupid enough to accidentally upset the already angry woman, she likes living.

Her arms drop from covering her face as the piece dislodges, Romana calling back] Si, si, I'm okay... You can keep going. I'll push from the inside too.

[Crouching next to the pod, Hungary starts chipping at it from the side.] Press your feet against the glass and push. That way you won't end up hurting your fingers. [Even as her own strain and are scratched for her efforts. The thought of others trapped like this fill her with dread.]

[The pod wiggles slightly as Romana shifts herself, pressing her feet against the side. Thanks to her regained nation strength, it doesn't take long, the pod groaning as she pushes harder and harder before collapsing with a sharp crack, Romana shrieking as the shell lands on her]

Cazzo! Merda, cazzo, mannaggia!

Edited 2011-10-31 07:51 (UTC)

It's alright! You're going to be alright! [Hungary reassures her, reaching forward to remove the oppressive piece off her chest.] Sorry about that. I should have anticipated it...

Ick, ick, ick.... [She shudders, picking and flicking little pieces off, as she looks up at Hungary, giving her a grateful smile] It's fine. Better than being stuck in there. Grazie, Ungheria...

( ( Spain's heard about everything that's happening in Mayfield and he's going around town, trying to find his friends. After hearing Romana's phone call, he makes a dash to her house.

Spain is not afraid to get involved-- but wait, which one is real? Is it the one getting beat up or the one winning or-- He can't just sit back and wait. Spain rushes over and tries to find an opening to keep them both apart. He doesn't really care if he gets hurt in the process. ) )

Ay! Romana! Roma-- both of you, stop right now!

[Both girls struggle as he pulls them apart, one sporting an already starting to swell bruise, the other with blood dripping from a cut to her forehead. One snarls and tries to pull free, the other glaring threateningly]

Spagna, shut up and let me go! I'm going to destroy that cagna!

Edited 2011-10-31 07:57 (UTC)

Ha, destroy me? You've never managed to destroy anything in your pathetic life!

I know that! But I'm not going to let you or you hurt Romana. ) ( ( He holds onto the first one who spoke and keeps an eye on the other. Everything is happening to fast for him to pay close attention to which one is which-- not that he would really be able to tell based on physical appearance alone.

When the second one speaks, he snaps, too caught up in the chaos to worry about keeping himself in check, ) )

Ay, watch how you speak to Romana.

She's not me! That's a fake Spagna! [First Romana begins to struggle again, before shoving Spain away. Nation strength, a useful thing!

...or is it pod strength?]

Ay! Spagna, no, she's the fake! Per favore, be helpful, and stop that crazy bitch from killing me! [The second Romana twists around to use Spain as a shield, giving the first a slightly gloating look behind Spain's back]

( ( Spain wouldn't know the difference between pod and nation strength. He tries to grab Romana but before he can, the second one is already behind him. He looks back to see her and back at the other.

Which once is real? He wonders, unsure of what to do. All he can do, however, is stand between the two of them, trying to keep them from hurting each other. One of them has to be real. He looks forward, at Romana and manages an apologetic smile, ) )

I'm sorry, Romana. I'm not very good when it comes to tricks.

Until I know the answer, I can't let you hurt each other. You'll have to get through me first.

[You'll have to get through me first.] Nice, but no. You're an idiota Spagna, really.

[With a tight nod Romana glances to her double, shifting enough to grab Spain's arm. With her nationhood back, and irritation high it's easy to drag him out of the way, shoving him to a clean patch of lawn as Romana and her double both strike.

What happens next isn't clear, it all happens so fast but suddenly one Romana is on her back, the other struggling to push a large shard of glass against her throat to spill blood. The one on her back cries out] Spagna! Help me!

[And the one of top growls softly, giving the glass the final push needed to embed it in the fallen one's throat even as she screams, legs kicking out] Idiota. I would never call for help.

Edited 2011-11-04 14:09 (UTC)

( ( You're an idiot. Oh, he's beginning to suspect which one is real. Before the thought can develop into certainty, he catches both moving, and there's barely enough time to act.

He begins to turn to catch the false one from striking. He can't let Romana get hurt. While he's looking away, he feels a tug at his arm. ) )

What are you do-- ( ( She's pulling him away and he finds himself on his back on the ground. As he's falling he can see Romana rush by him and tackle the other to the ground. There is a scream. He can hear his name being called. Which one is it?) ) Romana!

( ( He clambers up just in time to see the end. Spain is frozen in between getting up, with a hand a knee on the ground. His eyes move from one body to the next. The blood spilling from the neck on one and the hand of the other.

Finally, on his feet, he rushes over to the two of them, pulling Romana off of the body. He places both hands on her shoulders and stares into her eyes. Complete and total fear, confusion, and concern searching for something certain. Oh, God. God, God, God, please let this be real. ) )

Roma-- Romana, say something.

[Sitting on the corpse of her double Romana's silent, staring down at the face that is identical to her own. Her palm's bleeding from the force needed to drive it trhough the double's throat, and the double's blood covers her hands and skirt. But all she does is stare silently, the throb in her hand non existant in the state she's in.

Even when Spain pulls her away all she does is stare. And then finally after never ending seconds she blinks and exhales, her eyes closing. She swallows and gently she starts to pull away.]

It's me Spagna. I'm not sure how I prove it, but that thing was not me, and I am me. I am Republicca Italia, Sud Italia, Italia Romana. That was not me. And now it's gone.

I need to shower. Let me go.

( ( He wishes there was a way to prove it too. He wonders: If it was Romano, would he know? He feels like, if it was, he would. But the fact is, this isn't Romano and this was (hopefully) Romana and there was nothing like a Mayfield nightmare to remind him that no matter how much he wanted to or thought he knew her like Romano, he didn't.

She pulls away and he can't hold onto her as much as he would want to. ) )

. . .

( ( But Romano wasn't here and Romana was. There was no point in trying to complicate things by adding more problems to it. This is now and he was going to do what he could for now. Spain steps aside, managing another one of his smiles, and lets her go. ) )

Sí, sí, of course. Ah, look at this mess! I'll clean up some.

But if you need me. . .

Edited 2011-11-14 09:21 (UTC)

[Deep down Romana wants nothing more than to just stop. Stop fighting. Stop being so strong. Stop blocking people out. Another pang of loneliness shoots through her and never before had Romana wished that Isabel was with her. Isabel who could read her easily, knew when she just pretending to be okay.

For not the first time she realises just how different the Spains are. Just how much Antonio doesn't know about her.]

I... Spagna... [Her voice cracks sharply on his name and]

[No. He's not her Spain, she can't burden him. Swallowing Romana steps away, turning away from him]

Don't. Don't bother with it. Just...

There's food inside. And the coffee is the best I can do in this town but... if you make some leave enough for me.

[Slumping she walks off, her steps heavy as she heads upstairs before the sound of the shower being turned on can be heard from inside.]

No, no, I want to. You wouldn't want Australia to come home and see the front yard like this, haha! ( ( It's a weak attempt at a joke. He watches as Romana heads inside. For a moment, he contemplates following her but

she's a strong woman and he's aware that, maybe, just for a moment, they both need to be alone to sort their thoughts. There is still some doubt in his mind and he looks back at the doppleganger once he is sure Romana is out of sight. He sees only a pile of clothes and kneels down to pick it up. Hm, he isn't sure if Romana would still want these but what did he know? After, Spain begins to pick at the yard, kicking the larger pieces of glass into a pile with the other shards. It doesn't take long.

After a moment, Spain goes into the house. First, he drops the clothes off next to the laundry-- it isn't hard to find since the house was only slightly different from his. He then goes into the kitchen and begins to prepare the coffee.

When Romana comes out the shower, she'll smell coffee and find a curiously thoughtful looking Spain at the kitchen counter, his fingers playing at his cross around his neck. ) )

[She stays in that shower until the water begins to turn cold and her skin has long since been clean. Still, she scrubbed at it, skin turning red under the abuse and the heat of the water. She's always been accepting of killing, understanding that it was unavoidable as a nation, but blood has always made her ill to her stomach, made her want to destroy any mark it made on her body.

When she gets out she takes another long set of time to get dressed, twisting her hair into a loose bun. For once she doesn't bother with makeup, doesn't bother with trying to fix her hair even though she knows it will frizz as it dries. She can smell coffee and Romana follows it, glancing briefly at Spain before pouring herself a cup and staring blankly out the window.

Her own cross feels heavy around her neck]

( ( When Romana enters, he stands up tall and drops the cross behind his shirt. It's unusual to see Romana dressed plainly compared to how she normally is. He takes a moment to confirm that she's still attractive but, well, there was a time and place for those kinds of compliments! Spain surveys to make sure she's taken care of herself, his eyes linger on her hands when she prepares her cup. ) )

. . . Do you need anything?

( ( A bandage for any wounds. Sugar for the coffee. . . . a cheer up charm. ) )

[She stays where she is, staring out the window, aware of everything and yet shut off from anything. The warmth of the coffee cup spreads slowly through her fingers, one small thing that helps her start to stir, coming back into herself. Her feet are bare she realises, and it makes Spain that much taller than her, Romana having to properly tilt her head up when she looks back at Spain.

Anything... does she need anything? Slowly she shakes her head, before staring into her coffee] I'm okay... don't worry.

[A hug would be nice]

( ( Again, silence. Spain opens his mouth once or twice to speak but stops himself each time, unsure of how to form the words he should say at a time like this until, ) )

The double is gone. She-- it-- disappeared after you left. The clothes were still there though. ( ( A pause. ) ) I left it by the laundry and. . .

I should have known you were. . . that that wasn't you. I'm sorry.

[The silence doesn't bother her, Romana find it needed after all the stress. Not that she doesn't want Spain to speak... she's just so tired.]

Mm... I'll burn them. I don't think I have the energy to clean them properly, and even if I did... Ha, lucky they were the town's clothes...

[She pauses] It's fine. I'm not him, you don't know me as well. [Just like he isn't Isabel]

But I want to.
( ( He doesn't even have to think about his answer and speaks simply-- honestly. Romano is Romano and Romana is Romana. He understands that. He knows that they're like two different sides of the coin but it wasn't like they were a completely different one all together. As different as the Nations themselves might be, Spain was still Spain and South Italy was still South Italy and the two countries shared a common history.

They had centuries of relations to work with and still, it was as if they were at square one. ) )

I want to know you too.

[She stops. That's all she can call it. She stops thinking, stops freaking out internally about how the blood felt on her hands. How she's terrified Spain will now want avoid her, how she wishes Isabel was here, that she was tiny again and didn't have to be a big strong nation.

She wishes she could let herself cry.] I...

...I want to know you too. But I don't want you to see me as him, or as a stand in for him.

Jaja, no, no, I don't think anyone can replace Romano. Ay, he wouldn't like it very much. ( ( He watches Romana's expression and smiles comfortingly, eyes focused on her, ) ) And you wouldn't like it if I tried to replace her either, would you?

...Good. And of course he wouldn't. [At the slight mention to Isabel her face tightens, her grip on the coffee cup also tightening]

...No. I would not. [Her words are all said carefully and slowly, Romana fighting the waver that wants to slip into her voice]

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