towerofanimus | All this meaningless direction

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[ou] south italy

All this meaningless direction

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.]

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[Vietnam was poking around the cafeteria, trying to find more information (Castiel did say the meat could be people...), when she spotted Romano wolfing down his food.]

Ah, Romano, that's quite an appetite.

[She catches him in the Cathedral, having come to pray herself, and on sight starts to move towards him. Already having learned how poorly sound travels she leans forward to touch his shoulder, frowning slightly]

Romano? You are Romano, si? [With that curl she doubts he's anyone else]

[He's going to wish he was alone, because the irrationally chipper voice of one of his roommates interrupts his sad nation moment.]

Good morning~! Missing your brother?

[He asks simply because he recognized the word. Chances are very good he doesn't actually care. Anyway! Lloyd is sitting on his own bed with a book! Y'know, just enjoying the soon to be destroyed peace and quiet.]

[It's a church. This is Poland. Of course he's going to be here. Not that he's really paying attention to anybody coming in. He's just staring up, praying over and over that God will miraculously save everything.

He's prayed for this a lot during his lifetime. It never works, but what's a thousandth time going to hurt?]

[Prussia had only been in the massive cathedral once or twice, but it was quiet and he was sick of the maze of books that the library was. He didn't trust the forest floor with his broken arm and swimming was out of the question. So it was up there he went, his right arm in a sling and noticing the familiar body hunched over in the pew, he idly wondered which brother it was.]

Depending on what I say you'll either hug me or throw the missal at me.

[His fork fell to his plate with a clatter, him looking up with the hint of a blush at Vietnam.]

[defensively] What, it's not like I just dived into a whole pig or something.

[At the tap to his shoulder he's prepared to turn around and frown at the person responsible-- only when he turns around he discovers that it's a familiar woman. With a familiar curl.]

I am.

[He thinks he remembers her from the network but he'll let her be the one to prove him right or wrong.]

[Romano is immediately on his guard at the sound of that voice. Oh god.]

Vaffanculo! [does he know THAT word?] What do you care?

[Yeah there's no such thing as peace and quiet anymore.]

[Romano's not going to be the one to tell a guy to stop being faithful, especially not in their situation.]

Do you do this every morning?

[The tone in his voice could be heard as relaxed annoyance, but in all honesty, he's just curious.]

[Poland jumps when he hears Romano and then looks at him for a moment, recognizing who he is before he looks away again. He nods.]

Mm, yeah. For like, a long time...

[she nods slowly, before turning away, genuflecting and sliding in between the benches, kneeling to pray. She doesn't speak until she's done, slowly sitting next to him]

Thinking, or praying?

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[Just the sound of that voice makes the Italian's eye twitch. But he's not in a particularly sour mood so Prussia gets off with little more than a frown.]

Well now that you've suggested it hitting you wouldn't be much of a surprise, idiot. [Looking at the other nation now, he notices the sling.] What happened to you?

Wondering where this Cathedral came from in the first place. [Honestly. It hadn't been here before he ....left... had it?]

You're Romana, right? [thumbs over the back of the pew in front of him distractedly, quietly hoping she wouldn't plan on lecturing him here in person]

[A small (somewhat wary) smile tugs at the corner of Romano's mouth.]

I mean, here, in the Tower too?

[He looks to the far front of the Cathedral, where a service that's so very unfamiliar yet familiar is taking place. It's not quite his religion, that much he's sure of. Perhaps it's the vagueness of it all that makes it slightly more comforting. It's strange.]

It just appeared one day... like the other levels.

Si. [Folds her hands in her lap, glancing at him] Who else would you think I was?

Good point. [He gave a half shrug and looked down at his arm at the question.] Ah, Liz and I had a mix up in a dark hallway. Long story short was she fell on my wrist and broke it while I was trying to fend off some kind of shadow creature.

There are more new levels? [He hasn't been further down yet. Now he dreads doing that.] Stupid tower. [He sits up straighter and looks down at her, then back at his own lap, thoughtful]

No one, I guess. [but while he's thinking on the topic of familiar curls... a hesitant pause] Have you heard anything about our Northern halves?

[just. gives him this look.]

So a woman broke your wrist and you were fighting a shadow.

Si, a few. [Oh, cry more Romano. Muffin top muffin top!!!

Picks at her skirt, feeling pity for him before she even speaks] Venezia's here... I haven't seen any man that looks like her though...

I'm sorry.

....You've seen Hungary right? She's not what you'd call delicate. Not to mention I was trying to stop her from falling. Anyway, yeah shadows, Liz is in worse shape I doubt she can really stand with how badly she was attacked. Be glad you weren't around for that.

[He rolls his eyes and leans on the side of the pew, looking up at the stainglass windows high above the altar.]

Now, now, no need to use that sort of language.

[Actually, nope! But it's safe to assume that tone implies something along the lines of 'fuck you'. Lloyd's heard that tone a whole lot in his lifetime. Gee, wonder why. He raises his hands, turning them palm-- well, palm and book up, as he's still holding that in one hand, to go along with an expressive shrug.]

I don't. [He admits it.] It just seemed like the thing to say at the time!

[She shakes her head before she sits down next to him]

I see nothing wrong with that. [WELL ELEGANCE IS ONE THING, but eating is better than starving] We should eat what we can, you just look very hungry.

[KIND OF EMBARRASSED STILL why do women always catch him when he's at his worst] I just climbed down a thousand flights of stairs, maybe that's why. [more like he's been in a world where everything is dead and ruined and what was food]

[S-Shhhh!!! Some ladies like that in a man right?!]

Your sister? [Well... at least there's that. He can't say he's not envious, but it does leave room for hope.] Maybe my brother just got lost on the way here.

[Poland only nods and still looks around.]

Or like, as soon as I found this room. There's kind of a lot of rooms.

[He sounds a little quiet because one, he's in a church. Show some respect and two, he really doesn't know Romano as well as his younger brother.]

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hiiii roomie what is up in this dorm thread huh

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only trolling apparently

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