All this meaningless direction

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Characters: Romano and everyone ever.
Setting: Dorm room 1-02, F13 [Cathedral], F4 [Lounge], F1 [Cafeteria]
Format: Action
Summary: Lovino boy is back from ruined Italy. Welcome him back as he journeys to the bottom of the tower?
Warnings: Other than Romano's language, I can't think of anything to warn for.

[Dorm room 1-02]

[When Romano eventually wakes up, it's with a gasp for breath and a sense of dread and heartache leaving him as he eyes the walls and ceiling of his room.

He holds a hand over his chest, where his heart is still beating rapidly, then up to where his collar is in place over his neck.]

Shit. [His voice is quiet, eyes tearing up just a little.] Fratello, I couldn't find you. I was there and I couldn't find you. [He uses the heel of his left hand to wipe away the tears forming.] God damn it.

[If he's not alone in the room, he's not aware of it yet.]

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[F13, Cathedral]

[This is a floor he hasn't seen before. It almost makes him angry, that a cathedral would pop up in a place like this. Is God even here to help him?

Either way, it's a change, and it's curious enough that he decides to take a seat in the nearest pew, listening to whatever he can hear. It's not real peace, but it's the closest thing he can grasp at right now.

It reminds him of morning mass back home, and how Veneziano had trouble making him go before...]

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[F4, Lounge]

[There are quite a few new floors, Romano unfortunately discovers. When he finally makes it to the lounge (which he is now thankful exists) the first thing he does is flop on an empty couch to let his aching muscles rest. Fuck whoever made this tower so goddamn tall, and screw them for not sharing the elevator.]

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[F1, Cafeteria]

[Having finally made it to the cafeteria without dying (frequent breaks are great things), he finally gets to eat breakfast. Breakfast includes waffles and coffee, which is... pretty amazing to a guy who doesn't remember the last time he's eaten. This is actually his second helping.

He is a vacuum.]

Comments

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

No, I don't but candles worked just as well, matches too probably. Don't tell me you're scared of things that go bump in the night Romano.

[Prussia teased but it was lighthearted. Despite what Romano thought of him Prussia had a small soft spot for the Italian brothers just because they were adorable in their own ways. But, he'd never say it to their faces, ever.]

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

[Romano stiffens and looks offended.] O-of course not! Only small children are afraid of things like that!

I just.. don't want to end up like you two did. That's all.

[Incidentally, while Romano held strong to his notion that Prussia was a dimwitted potatohead, he liked him more than his brother. It might have had something to do with being Spain's friend, or it might have been something closer to home, but that's all in the history and probably better left to be dragged out another day.]

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure, the things that go bump in the night are probably some of the worst things that'll get you here. Well, that and Russia.

Be glad they didn't want you, you're small enough that it would've eaten you in one go.

[Prussia really did like Romano, he had the same cute factor going for him as did for his brother. Although the mouth he had on him was a bit of a turnoff, he couldn't help but like Romano's spirit in telling him off.]

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Hmph. I'm not that small.

[He puffs out his chest trying to make himself look just a little bit bigger, but really, he is that small. Definitely not disagreeing with the part about Russia, though.]

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you are that small.

[He snickers and gives Romano a pat on the head. Who knew Prussia was so condescending without even trying to be?]

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Am not!

[Raising his voice a little in defense. The condescension was enough to flip his angry button and make him think about injuring Prussia's stupid hand, which he swatted away from his head.]

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

Whatever Romano.

[Prussia smirks and leans back against the pew looking up at the ceiling way above them]

Hey.....do you think he can hear us?

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

[Romano flops back against the pew with a huff and crosses his arms. He's in such a little fuss that he doesn't quite get what Prussia's hinting at.]

Think who can hear us, idiota? Your imaginary friend?

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

No you idiot, God. For a nation thats more Catholic than the Vatican you're pretty damn slow on the uptake.

[Don't mind Prussia, he's just staring at the ceiling looking mildly irritated]

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

...

[That'll have Romano looking suddenly drained of color and looking extremely uncomfortable with himself. How could he not have caught that? Now not only does he look stupid, but he looks damn near blasphemous. Referring to God as an imaginary friend...

He's quiet for a few more moments before answering the earlier question proper, though his voice is more subdued by his own flub.]

Of course he can, he's God.

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

Then if he can hear us why the fuck are we stuck here? Sometimes I wonder...

[Don't mind him, he'll just be glaring at the ceiling like he's supposed to find some divine answer there.]

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

[Romano bites his tongue. The Catholic in Romano cries blasphemy at the allegation that God's not there, but this other, growing part of him wonders if it's really true.]

Hmmmnn... [Brows furrow with how much the topic is unsettling him.]

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

[Prussia will look over at Romano for a few moments then look up at the ceiling again.]

It's just a fucking headache, I just want to go the fuck home.

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

We all want to go the fuck home. Anyone who doesn't is an idiot with no sense of freedom. Our world can't be destroyed, or else we'd be dead too, right?

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

That's Canada's theory. I can't say much about that, I'm just kickin' it until I fade. But yeah, our world can't be destroyed if all of us aren't here.