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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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Spain says nothing, fists clenched tight. She has tried so hard to understand everyone in her family - her sisters, her children, her people even - but somehow it always backfires on her.

Like now.

"Ah. Of course I will never understand the loss of family, the loss of a blood sister, since I never lost anyone in my life." She crushes the forgotten cigarette under her heel. "Seems like all those years I spent raising you meant nothing to you. I have tried, but you keep pushing me away. So, goodbye Romana."

Turning away to hide the tears in her eyes, she slowly walks back to her room, never sparing a glance for Romana.

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Her eyes narrowed, Romana watches Spain walk away, eyes focused on her back. She wants to scream after her, scream that she's wrong, that it hurts more than Spain thinks it would, that it did all mean something.

But she doesn't. Slowly Romana turns away, her cigarette long forgotten, and leans against the glass, letting herself cry.