Tres

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Characters: Spain, open to everyone~
Setting: Different floors~
Format: Action or prose; I'll just follow along.
Summary: More exploring, as usual. And a little confession.
Warnings: TBA


Floor Thirteen: Cathedral

This is something new. Spain wonders when did this appear, but decides not to dwell on it. Instead, she sits in a pew, clasping her hands together around her cross as her head bows low (inwardly she thinks she should have brought down her rosary). Her eyes are shut, but she's trying to hold back tears.

"Dios te salve, Maria. Llena eres de gracia: El Señor es contigo..."

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Floor One: Cafeteria

Sighing when she reaches the cafeteria, Spain recalls the number of floors between her dorm and the cafeteria. Thirteen, the unlucky number, which ironically is the floor where the cathedral is.

Shaking her head, she mutters to herself, "Must have been a coincidence..." before helping herself to the food. Two small meat pies, salad and juice. She wasn't that hungry to begin with.

Comments

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

That made him sigh and lean forward on the pew with his arms resting over the one in front of him.

"Hungary had her leg mauled, passed out on me from blood loss so I'm wondering if what you say is true. At least it was my right arm and not my left." he chuckled and shook his head. "This tower is fucking insane."

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

"I have had discussions about it with a few people..." She trailed off, her lips drawn tight. She came here to find her peace, and not think of the bad things that happened.

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

"Hm" was all the comment Prussia made on it. He really didn't feel like discussing that night beyond explaining how his wrist was broken. Even then, he was half tempted to lie and say it was from getting in a fight.