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Post by [x] Spain on Apr 30, 2012 20:29:55 GMT -5
Spain's green eyes wandered from the floor, to the walls, to the ceiling of the warehouse. He never really liked being stuck inside, but with the rain outside, there wasn't anywhere he could go without getting drenched.
His gaze wandered from the dull ceiling to the equally dull downpour outside. He really hoped that no poor nation - or poor human, his overly hopeful side chimed in - was stuck outside in that crappy weather.
Making a mug of warm tea, preparing blankets, and keeping any new nation warm was first on his list of priorities. Well, actually, it was his list of priorities. As a groundskeeper, he couldn't do anything in this miserable weather.
Other than sit and be patient for something to happen.
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Post by [x] Italy on May 2, 2012 7:06:03 GMT -5
Italy stumbled around in the rain, squinting to keep the wet drops out of his eyes. He couldn't remember what he was doing out here. All he remembered was thinking about dancing in the rain, something he had often done when he was little.
He frowned, trying to see through the rain to the warehouse. He needed to find shelter and wait for the rain to stop. Or at least to slow down. After all, if it slowed down, he could go and dance some more!
Ah, there it was! He hurried over to the warehouse, wanting to get into the warmth as soon as possible. Once he warmed up, he would make himself some pasta to feel better, then go dance some more.
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Post by [x] Spain on May 3, 2012 20:58:39 GMT -5
It was a terribly set habit of Spain's that when there was nothing to do, his mind turned to prayer. Sure, there were a million different religions in his country now, but he always felt a strong attachment to the Catholic faith. Something about it just stuck with him all these centuries.
Ave, Maria, He began, thumbing his iron cross repeatedly, another habit of his when in one of these moods. gratia plena; Dominus tecum: benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Lord, He added to the end of the prayer. I don't even know if it is possible at this point, but please, make things right. Whatever we did in the past - all the war, fighting, and needless violence - please forgive us. We may not be human, but we make mistakes as well. If this is the punishment for our sins, please deliver us from this evil soon. We may have done wrong in your eyes, but I don't think that-
A sudden knocking on the heavy door of the warehouse intruded on his intercession. Fearful that it may be a potential zombie, he quickly took up his axe and peered through the door.
What greeted him was the exact opposite of a moaning cadaver.
"I-Italy?!" There was no mistaking the curl flying down and away and the blue uniform. It was his adorable Ita-chan~!
Right, before he could possibly be happily reunited, there was the matter of his priority list not being in use.
"Come in, come in!" He ushered in the sopping wet nation and swiftly wrapped a towel around his shoulders. "Aye, you look like you could use something to warm you up."
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Post by [x] Italy on May 4, 2012 22:17:13 GMT -5
Italy beamed when Spain's face came into his sight. He had also like Spain, especially since the nation came and brought him tomatoes all the time.
"Si!" Italy replied to Spain's comment. "I wanted to go out and dance, but it started raining to hard, and I had already walked too far from home to try and go back." He explained his mistake. tugging the towel tighter. "And I decided to come here and make some pasta as I warm up before trying to get back home!"
(sorry for the shortness... I'm very tired at the moment)
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Post by [x] Spain on May 7, 2012 16:47:00 GMT -5
"Dance...?" Spain stared blankly at the fellow brunette before it clicked. Duh. Why else would he be outside? "Well, you can dance in here if you like! It's probably a lot drier."
"And I decided to come here and make pasta as I warm up before trying to get back home!"
The innocent comment by Italy stopped Spain dead in his tracks. Home... he hadn't thought about that in a while. Then again, it was probably best that he didn't. It would just make him homesick and want to run back to his sunny fields...
No. He had to stop thinking about that. "Well for now," he said, bringing himself to smile once again. "why don't you have something hot to drink, eh? I'll make you some tea, if you want."
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Post by [x] Italy on May 22, 2012 16:51:33 GMT -5
Italy nodded with an excited grin. "Yes, I would like that!" He paused, then dropped the towel. "I can help! I'm very good at making stuff!" He was quiet again for a minute, then said, "Germany said he would come get me to take me home, Spain. Why hasn't he come yet?"
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Post by [x] Spain on May 22, 2012 17:20:47 GMT -5
With a soft smile, Spain patted Italy on the head. "He's a big important nation, so he's probably trying to get as much work done as possible. I'm sure he'll be here soon."
Though to be honest, he hadn't heard a word about Germany. However, he had enough sense that he knew if he told Italy, he would be devastated.
"In the meantime, why don't you come with me to the kitchen? I'll make you some of your favorite tea~"
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Post by [x] Italy on Jun 1, 2012 7:04:55 GMT -5
Italy nodded seriously. "Si, he is very important, isn't he?" Italy beamed at the reassurance, then nodded for the tea. "Ve~! I'd like some tea!"
(sorry! I'm doing these at school, but starting next Friday, they should be much longer! My apologies at the shortness)
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Post by [x] Spain on Jun 15, 2012 12:31:16 GMT -5
((It's cool~ I was busy for a while and I actually forgot about this thread for a while. ;A; Sorry!))
"Fantastico!" Spain clapped his hands together and ushered the younger over to the kitchen . "It'll be a while until I make it, so why don't you take a seat~?"
Promptly pulling out the teapot and filling it with water, he turned the gas stove on and started heating up the water. "So how are you, Ita-chan? I haven't seen you in forever~"
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Post by [x] Italy on Jun 30, 2012 10:50:14 GMT -5
Italy sat on the chair, placing the towel on his lap. "Okay. I was attacked the other day, but I ran away and hid." He shuddered at the memory, seeing the zombie's face in his head once again. "Um... How's Romano, Spain? I haven't seen him yet. Do you know where HE is?"
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 7, 2012 19:43:28 GMT -5
((WHY DOES MY BRAIN LIKE TO FORGET ABOUT YOU??? ;A; ))
Spain involuntarily lurched when he heard Italy say he was attacked. "Oh no!" However, he calmed down, reminding himself that Italy was alright and safe and under his wing. "Ah, well, at least you're safe. And that was a smart move."
Why did it seem like God was intent at destroying his optimism?
The usually sunny Spaniard's heart dropped through his stomach and into the concrete floor. "Ah, I haven't heard anything yet. I was kind of hoping you would have heard something." He half-smiled, lying and pretending he wasn't freaking out on the inside.
If even his own brother didn't know where he was, where on this poor earth was Romano?
"But I'm sure he'll turn up eventually~." Turning to the pot that was screaming for his attention, Spain swiftly prepared the two mugs and fixed up some nice hot tea for the both of them. "He's always crying for my help, so if I can't find him, I know he'll find me."
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Post by [x] Italy on Jul 11, 2012 14:19:14 GMT -5
Italy looked at Spain's frown and stood up. He ran over to Spain and wrapped his arms around him.
"If you need it, I can be Romano!" He exclaimed. "I can become bad at cleaning and I'll become really mean for you!"
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 11, 2012 22:54:33 GMT -5
With a small smile, Spain ruffled Italy's hair. "Gracias Veneziano, but no thanks." He pulled away, setting the two mugs on a nearby counter. "Only Romano can be Romano. And only you can be you."
Although he was thankful for the offer, he would rather have Romano here in person as opposed to his brother - while he can be a vey convincing double - who would be just a bitter reminder that Romano wasn't here.
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Post by [x] Italy on Jul 13, 2012 19:04:49 GMT -5
Italy grinned as Spain set the cup down. He's wrong! I could so be Romano! He thought to himself, and set about trying to prove it.
"Ah, Spain, you jer..." He couldn't bring himself to say it. "You jer... JER..." Finally, he gave up and sat back down, muttering, "I could if I wanted to!"
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 13, 2012 19:29:33 GMT -5
Spain chuckled, giving the Italian a lopsided smile. "Thank you for trying, Italy, but I'd rather you stay yourself." He clapped his hands together, accenting his next words. "Now, how about we drink our tea before it gets cold, si? And then if you want, I'll show you to where you're staying."
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