towerofanimus

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Characters: Spain, open to everyone~
Setting: Fourth Floor.
Format: Action or prose; I'll just follow along.
Summary: Spain comes back after being unfortunately brought away to 'visit' her home.
Warnings: TBA

It was downright horrible.

She didn't want to believe her captors when they said her world was gone, but the truth was laid bare to her when she was somehow brought back to her world without her knowledge.

It was exactly as they said; her entire home has turned into a complete wasteland, devoid of life. She could not feel her people, and the land was dead in her heart. But yet, how could she be sustained? It must have been some sort of magic her captors pulled on her, and she touched the collar on her neck instinctively.

Sí, this must be what's keeping her alive. This strange contraption.

Back at the tower, she curls up on one of the couches on the fourth floor, looking forlornly out of the window.

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The fourth floor. It could easily seem to be something like a taunt; every wall of this large expanse was glass, and yet it was nigh unbreakable (as he had witnessed earlier) and the windows showed not their location, but a fog that was so dense it almost appeared to be solid. And yet, oftentimes people could be found here, lounging around like nothing was wrong on the admittedly comfortable furniture.

Upon sitting down in a chair (with the intention to read in an area that wasn't stiflingly hot like his room), Ienzo discovered just such a person -- or so he thought. After a moment, he noticed that there was no way she was curled up for a nap; for one thing, the expression on her face spoke of definite horror, and her muscles were tense. This woman was definitely not here for any sort of recreational purpose; as a matter of fact, it almost seemed as if she was attempting to recover from a psychological blow.

He realized too late that intruding upon her had probably been a very bad idea. Frowning slightly, he dropped his gaze back to the book, but eventually looked back up at her. But perhaps in her experience he could learn something about this tower; after all, she had clearly seen something that did not ordinarily occur, and as the recent renovations clearly illustrated, their new home contained no shortage of terrifying secrets.

"...Excuse me," he said quietly, speaking less harshly than he ordinarily would. "What seems to be the problem...?"

Spain almost jumped at the sound of someone speaking to her, turning to the young boy. Her rigid posture relaxed slightly, but she's still on the edge.

"Am I disturbing you, chico?" she asked softly, though her green eyes are still sharp, watching his every move just in case he turned hostile. After all, aside from her nation sisters and a few others she'd met before, she wouldn't know who would be a friend or a foe.

Ienzo shook his head quietly. He could see quite clearly that she was watching his movements -- of course she would be, if she had just been attacked or something of that nature. She would be nervous of an unusual-looking person who she didn't know at all. "No... but I noticed that you seem to be unwell..." He paused -- then picked up again when he realized that he had just delivered the understatement of the century. "...If you don't mind me asking... what happened?"

Spain sighed, shaking her head. She has to stay strong. She did it before, she could do it again.

"You know our world?" she started, then realised that this boy might not be from the same universe as she is. "The worlds that we lived in before. What our captors told us was not a lie. They are entirely, utterly destroyed."

Her first question brought him pause; Ienzo, of course, had never seen this woman before in his life. But she apparently amended herself soon afterward... though that could be excused. Now he was interested. Progress at last! If this woman had seen the state her world was in, and could describe it...

...that is, assuming she was willing to. It's not exactly the easiest subject to talk about, of course.

"...I see... are you willing to tell me what it was like...? ...I am trying to gather as much information about this situation, you see... and I believe you are the first to have seen their world again..."

See? Now he's talking like a normal person. When a mentally shaken woman is collapsed right in front of him and all he can think about is gathering information.

The brunette bit her lip. "It is gone," she answered, her voice soft. "There is nothing left. Nothing at all."

Her hands are clenched tight on her skirt, and her posture indicated that she still was very shaken by what she saw earlier. But it would be bad of her to chase the poor kid off, since he was only asking questions.

'Nothing left. Nothing at all.' So... what? Is it a white void or something? He desperately wanted to ask her more, but by this point, it seemed like she didn't want to speak at all about the subject. Perhaps he could get her name, and come back to her later, when she isn't in a state of minor shock. "...Thank you," he said quietly. "And... what is your name?"

"Spain."

She shook her head, laughing softly. "Though, I don't think I can call myself that anymore. Not when my land and my people are dead and gone."

"...Land and people?" he asked quietly. "Why do they pertain to your name...?" Maybe it was some kind of cultural practice, where some people are more connected to the civilization as a whole?

This young one was inquisitive indeed, and Spain couldn't help but amuse him a little more. Afterall, curiosity leads to discovery, and wasn't it curiosity that helped Spain develop into who she was now? (before her world was destroyed, that is.)

"I am what humans would call a Nation. I embody the land and the people living there are, in a sense, my children."

Ahhh. Ienzo raised his eyebrows slightly. Now this was interesting. Though he did have one more question -- it went out on a significant limb, but... "Is there a nation called Italy where you come from...?"

"Of course!"

Her reply was quick and sharp, eyes bright and posture straight. "Italia, I regard them as my surrogate daughters, the South more so."

Speaking of this subject had apparently shaken the depression from her, if only temporarily. "...Are there two countries named Italy, or a northern and southern part of the same country?"

"A North and a South, sí."

Spain's smile was a tiny bit more relaxed now, since the topic has been shifted from destruction to family. "North Italy is the younger of the twin girls, but they're both strong women in their own rights."

Mmm. So by using this and the things he already knew, it seemed that there was in fact two worlds which seem to be the same -- except, in one, there exists people who are essentially personifications of the settlements they inhabit. Or, of course, they are from the same world (Earth, as far as he knew), and the other person he had spoken to (Romeo) just hadn't met them.

This is absolutely fascinating.

"...Your world... is it called Earth?"

"Sí." She lifted a hand and drew an imaginary circle with a finger.

"Draw a circle, and there's the Earth," she hummed softly, remembering a tune she once heard before. "Though... there is no more Earth. Just this tower..."

He nodded quietly. And just as he went to thank her, she began humming, a nonsensical little tune about drawing the Earth. It seemed that she had broken out of her depression, momentarily at least... Ienzo felt himself relieved that he hadn't done anything to make her condition even worse. (Knowing him, that could have happened very, very easily.)

"Thank you, Spain," he said thoughtfully, mind already halfway working on future things. "You have been a great help."

"What is your name, chico?" she asked, suddenly realising how rather rude she had been, not asking for a name and leaving the poor boy standing while she's sitting comfortably on the couch. "Lo siento, for being like this on our first meeting."

"It's fine," he said quietly, if a little too quickly. The other part of his answer took significantly longer to arrive. "...My name is Ienzo."

"Ienzo, it was... pleasant conversing with you." She petted the empty space beside her. "Sit with me, por favor?"

He couldn't help but frown at her statement. Why the pause between words? Regardless, she had asked him to sit down, and he did so, though slightly farther away from her than she had invited him to. Physical contact did not bode well for him.

Spain continued to smile. "I don't suppose it is too much to ask for you to keep a lady company, Ienzo?"

"N-no, of course not. I... no." Apparently the sentence he started had become one of the many that died halfway out his mouth, brought to an awkward (and in his opinion extremely stupid) conclusion.

Oh, of course. Ienzo was the type of boy who was awkward around people, females especially. Why didn't she recognise that from the beginning? Damn, Spain, you have got to get a grip.

"You don't have to, actually. I was feeling lonely."

"...I see," he said. Loneliness had never upset him, but he didn't move. "...Well... at least you've calmed down..."

Obvious statement is obvious. Loser.

OOC: Sorry for the deleted posts, wrong account. /so out of it today fft

Ah it's okay! it happens to me sometimes.

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OOC: Hurr hurr this is probably the closest anyone will ever see him get to excited.

Oh Ienzo. /pinches cheeks

OOC: OH THANKS SPAIN, now I'm going to singing that all day ><

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OOC: Trololol post fail.