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23:30:00
Silent dormitory rooms are lined with bodies--not dead, just sleeping. Throughout the tower it is pitch black and silent. At the base of the tower, countless shining eyes, watching.

23:45:00
The tower hums to life. Lights blink on in one by one; only the dormitory rooms remain dark. A small army of blank-faced humanoids appear and spend the next ten minutes taking various positions around the tower.

23:59:00
An order given. The dormitory room lights blink on.

00:00:00
You are awake.

00:00:30
You can move.

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"You should," she urges, sitting down in front of his bowl. "I'll take care of your oatmeal for you."

He nods and runs (walks faster than normal...) to the stairs and is gone for a short while. Long enough to scale all those stairs and find a suitable place to change clothes, assuming his roommates were still dwelling about the room.

It takes him a bit longer because he has a lot of tomatoes to sort through in that box... but he eventually finds his clothing and the other things that came with him. After changing into clothes that are thankfully not stained with tomato juice, he sorts the rest of the items and makes his way back down...

...all those flights of stairs.

When he's back in the cafeteria, he's red from all that stairclimbing and a little out of breath, but he's in decent clothes! Pink shirt and tan pants, black shoes, everything clean. He's also a little surprised Spain's still there.

"Si-singora, sorry that took so long."

Spain takes the moment to appreciate Romano's fine ass as he runs back to change, then giggles as she takes a bowl of oatmeal for herself. Fingering the collar, she sighs and stirs her oatmeal idly, taking a taste and blanching.

Someone here doesn't know how to cook apparently.

Before she can throw her oatmeal, Romano returns, wearing something nicer than white. "Oh, You didn't take long, don't worry."

Romano takes a seat across from her at the table, feeling less embarrassed in her presence than he had before. His confidence was a little raised as well, even if his panting just now was a little awkward.

"Oh, that's good...Spagna." It felt weird calling this woman something he'd reserved only for a certain idiota, but on some strange level, it also felt... right? She was certainly a breath of fresh air, though, that's for sure.

Though he still hadn't seen his Spain around, which worried him. N-not like he cared about the moron or anything.

"España, if you're not comfortable with calling me Spagna," she says softly, nudging his cereal back to him as she continues to stir her oatmeal. "I know it's in Spanish, but you seem so uncomfortable with it..."

"I-I'm not uncomfortable at all!" He lied, trying to seem less childish about it than he probably seemed. "I can call you whichever name you prefer."

He stirred the cereal in his bowl, looking at the now-mushy bits with slight disgust. It was no one's fault but his own but... it still sucked.

And yet, instead of eating it before it got more mushy, he lifted his head back up to speak to Spain again. "S-So this world you're from. Where I'm-- ah, I mean, Romana, is a woman. What's it like?"

Spain gave him a warm smile, leaning slightly closer as she began to speak.

"It's like a normal world." She continued to play with her oatmeal, her smile fond. "Roma Antigua raised us, I had my empire and my children, World Wars, civil wars... It's normal, for me."

"Oh...so it's pretty much the same as mine." Except for the gender flips. Taking her word for it, Romano finally decided it was time to eat that cereal.

Just...one bite.

He didn't even think there could be anything wrong with it, like, oh, poison.

"Mm, pretty much the same."

She drew lazy shapes in her oatmeal, pushing the bowl aside when she couldn't take the taste anymore. Leaning over to Romano, she glances at his bowl. "Does your cereal taste better?"

He would respond to her if he wasn't busy turning green.

His spoon fell into the bowl with a little clank and with one hand he clutched at his stomach and the other at his mouth. Shit shit shit why the hell was he getting sick all of the sudden?!

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