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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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[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

"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..."

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

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."

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

"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.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

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?!