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Post by [x] Norway on Oct 14, 2012 18:00:43 GMT -5
Norway closed his eyes and bent down and pulled the plant out of the ground. There....Romano wouldnt feel the pain of having to do something that would hurt him....but the nordic himself felt so guilty....even though Romano wanted to cut this little thing....his blue eyes went to the now dead plant in his hands and he tossed it to the ground like it was trash.
He felt so bad.....
(YAY A NEW PERSON FOR ROMANO! should i make the thread now???)
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Post by [x] Romano on Oct 14, 2012 18:55:07 GMT -5
Romano smiled at the dead plant on the ground. He felt like the plant- dead. But on the inside. 'Cause he was breathing, unfortunately. Norway shouldn't feel bad. He put a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Grazie. It was going to die soon anyways....." Another bitter smile. Damn it. He stopped caring...... Didn't he?
((START ITTTTTTT. Chez might stalk us though. And so short. Soooo short.))
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Post by [x] Norway on Oct 14, 2012 19:15:16 GMT -5
(OK I SHALL START IT!!!!!!!!)
Norway nodded and looked back at the plant. It was going to die....soon...he looked back up at the italian and hugged him tightly. He knew he was the one who wanted to tear the plant out but he knew that somewhere in Romano's heart he was hurt....hurt severely....love was painful when it came to heartbreak and he understood very well...he didnt mind having Romano cry on his shoulder either.
"You can cry if you want to." Norway said in a small voice. He didnt mind.
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Post by [x] Spain on Oct 14, 2012 20:37:39 GMT -5
[... I need my angst. I'm gonna jump in anyway. TO DELETING ALL THE OOC COMMENTS. AND I SWEAR I WON'T MAKE SOMETHING THIS LONG AGAIN.]
Cheerful notes danced along the air around Spain, his entire mood bright and carefree. It had been a while since he felt this light, this free. Everything was behind him now. All the hurt, all the pain, everything. He was as weightless as a feather skipping on the wind.
Nothing could bring him down.
He walked across the flat rooftop, double-checking everything he had to make sure that he wasn't missing anything he'd need. After all, he was gathering herbs for Egypt and he knew he couldn't miss anything nor could he forget anything.
After making sure he had what he needed (labels, shears, vials, etc) he extended his hand to open the door of the greenhouse, but something stopped him halfway.
A feeling, a bodiless feeling stopped him. A warning, perhaps. Some lingering doubt in his mind prevented him for a half of a second from opening that door.
But only for a half of a second.
He quickly dismissed it, opening it fully and continuing on with his happy outlook.
He passed by the various crops, making a beeline to what he needed most.
Though something caught his attention.
A dying, discarded plant.
"Come on, guys~" He said, walking over to it, curiosity taking root. Ignoring the two other nations around him, he picked it up in disbelief. Firstly, why would they just leave a dead plant on the ground? How unsanitary. Secondly, why did this plant seem familiar...
Turning it over in his hands, the memory suddenly hit him like a massive wave.
This... was the plant he and Romano planted. The one that would thrive off of... their love.
And it died.
It died.
How incredibly, bitterly ironic.
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