Dos

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

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.

Comments

OOC: Awkward internal "oh shit" moment is awkward.

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

"Well..." He glanced to the floor, and didn't look back up. "What I meant was... it may be that if nothing is sustaining you... and your country and people have been destroyed... it... may just be a matter of time until... you disappeared yourself..." He paused. "...Unless... there is some way you can hold it off...?"

ooc: "oh shit" just about sums it right.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

And then the fact hit her just as Ienzo stopped talking.

"Mi dios. I'm going to die soon."

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

And Ienzo has successfully made the situation ten times worse by talking to her! PROPHECY FULFILLED.

This in mind, however, he decides that now is a great time to just shut up. He doesn't look up from the floor.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm not going to die," she started to mumble, wringing her hands in her lap. "I still have a lot to do, my economy's still returning, I still have to convince Portugal into the Iberian Union, and, and..."

She trailed off, shoulders shaking slightly before she stopped and looked up, a very determined look on her face. "No, this isn't right. I won't give up. I won't disappear like Roma Antigua."

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

"...Spain," he said after a significant pause, "are there other personified countries here?"

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

She stopped her rambling, turning back to Ienzo.

"Sí. There's Romana, and Romano, both of them representing the Southern portion of Italy. There's also my sisters France and Prussia. I can't remember if there's any more."

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

"Well then... if the physical land is still there... and there are others here with memories of you... do you think that could be enough to sustain your life...?" So many limbs were jumped upon in this explanation. All the limbs, all of them.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

"It could..."

Right now, Spain would want to believe in many things that would take her mind off the death of her world. And this, believing that the memories held by herself and her fellow Nations, might be one of them.

"Ieño, you have a brilliant mind. Strange, but brilliant."

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

[And here is where he is caught spectacularly off-guard.]

[He stares at her for several seconds, as if not quite comprehending that he had actually been complimented on something, and then immediately looks back down at the floor.]

...a-ah... thank you.

[(He thinks.)]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

No worries, Ieño. I am... satisfied with the outcome.

OOC: Holy crap wow did I just do that in chatplay. /face+palm; can you tell it's one in the morning?

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

He has no response to that one.

This is all kind of alien territory right now.