Cuatro

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Characters: Spain, open to everyone~
Setting: Floor Thirteenth, the cathedral
Format: I'll adapt to match.
Summary: Spain mourns.
Warnings: TBA

Amongst the murmurs in the cathedral, there is a second sound. A soft, muffled sobbing from one female nation, as she sits hunched over in one of the pews there.

Spain wishes to be alone after what she did earlier, remembering every detail with clarity. The sight of her beloved Romana wasted away to almost nothing after a so-called surgery, and then having to kill her herself, it was all too much for the older nation.

She remembers that the dead are revived the next day, and she had looked everywhere once morning came, but she couldn't find Romana anywhere. Her voice was gone by the second day of searching, and her feet hurt, but she couldn't give up.

Now, on the fourth day, she sits here, on the thirteenth floor, praying for someone to return Romana to her.

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;_;

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

Ienzo had been over on the opposite side of the room. He wasn't sitting in the pews, praying, or indeed doing anything even remotely religious; instead, he was inspecting the architecture within the cathedral. Partly out of curiosity, he'll admit, but also partly because he wanted to see if there were any tip-offs to the location of the place through what the place was made out of. It didn't look like there was, at least as far as he could identify; there were many pictures of the same man at regular intervals throughout the building, but there was nothing he could make heads or tails of.

He had been so concentrated on this, in fact, that it took him several minutes before he noticed that there was someone else in that room -- someone who was making occasional sounds that suggested crying. With the quiet tread that he normally used only for sneaking around libraries, Ienzo creeped slowly towards them; only enough to hear clearly if they're crying or not, you'll understand. Hooray for curiosity denial.

He realized two things at exactly the same time: one, this person was in fact crying, and two, it was Spain doing it.

Flashing back to the first time he had found her feeling heartbroken on a sofa, he reverted back to a normal walk and moved to stand at the end of her row.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

The sound of his footsteps were faint due to the floor's strange acoustics, and Spain didn't notice him at first, eyes still closed and praying in between sobs.

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

Tightening his expression even further, Ienzo started walking (somewhat awkwardly) down the pew. "...Spain...?" The feeling hadn't been around before, but it seemed that now he was walking down these narrow rows, there was a vibe telling him that he wasn't welcome here...

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Her head snapped up at her name, and she rubbed at her eyes, trying to make herself presentable. It wasn't good to show her crying self to the children.

"I-Ieño?"

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

...He shouldn't have done this. Oh god. He should have just turned around and left the room right there. Urgh. Urgh. But instead of voicing these opinions, he merely kept his expression level as he spoke. "...What has upset you?" Not that there was any shortage of concerns, of course.

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo wandered through the cathedral, it was peaceful apart from the murmering at the front and he trailed his fingers over the pews. He still didn't think it was a real cathedral, he didn't think God could here them here because if he could they wouldn't be stuck, death would lead them to heaven and not back to being here.

The sound of crying made him pause and he moved towards it wondering who was so scared and sad. His face dropped when he saw it was Miss Spain, he didn't like anybody being sad, especially not those who he knew and he knew to be kind to others.

He approached quietly and didn't say anything just knelt on the pew next to her and wrapped his arms around her silently.

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She jerked at the arms around her, almost hitting the person when she realised who it was. Quickly she scrubbed at her eyes with her sleeve, smiling slightly.

"Romero, querido..."

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo flinched letting go of her at once, he didn't move backwards though because he still wanted to help her even if she was angry with him. When she spoke though she didn't sound angry, just sad.

"Miss Spain," he sat up a bit and reached to take her hand. "Why are you sad?"

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"I lost someone dear to me, Romero," she admitted, rearranging herself so that Romeo was within hugging distance. She knew the boy didn't mean any harm the first time, but it still took her by surprise; because of the floor's acoustics, she couldn't hear him approach her.

"Romana. I lost my Romana."

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[It was all the more vital for Cain to keep on top of exploring this place after what had happened, learning all there was to know about their captors and the strange prison they were in.

Yet he hadn't expected to hear soft murmurs as he passed by the church, almost convinced he was hearing things again until he saw the woman sat on a pew.

Not wanting to disturb her prayers, he remained silent and still.]

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[ She continued her prayers, finally quietening down. It wasn't much use anymore, and so she got up, turning to leave. It was then that she spots Cain, and she quickly wiped at her face before approaching him. ]

Aah, hola...

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[His voice is gentle as he approaches, offering her a handkerchief.]

Are you alright, Miss Spain?

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[ Spain takes the handkerchief gratefully, smiling up at him. ]

Just a little upset, querido. I lost someone dear to me, and I can't find her anywhere.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Naminé did not frequent this part of the tower, although she had found it quite intriguing the first time she'd visited. After the incidents with the experiments, however, she'd found herself with lingering thoughts that she'd have liked to be relieved of. She'd sought distraction from them in the hopes that maybe they could thus be buried, but when her previous endeavors were not as successful as she'd have liked, she decided to try a different tactic. Perhaps the seclusion of the cathedral would be helpful instead.

However, when she arrived, she found that it was occupied. (Not that there wasn't enough room for several people, but she didn't really want to disturb anyone.) She almost turned to go, but then realized that she recognized that person and hesitated. It was only then that she realized that there was an unusual sound in the room and grew still, hoping to catch what it was.

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There was nothing else Spain could do after praying besides going out to find Romana again, and so she sighed, standing up and wiping her tears.

She noticed the young girl standing a few pews down, and, curious, she walked up to her. "Hello there..."

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Watching Spain wipe her eyes confirmed what Naminé had already begun to expect. The blonde girl's frown grew as she realized the woman had probably been crying. But... why? When she thought about it, there were really plenty of reasons for anyone here to cry-- no, she couldn't think like that. She didn't have to, anymore.

Naminé was a bit surprised to be addressed, and regarded the woman who had approached her cautiously for a moment before saying, "Hello...!" Now, how to broach the subject? "What were you... um, were you... crying? Just now?"

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

"Oh..." How could the nation explain it to the girl? That she pulled the trigger and caused the death of a loved one?

"I... lost someone very dear to me. And now I can't find her anywhere."

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

This place, it is odd. The strange sound properties cause Protoman to pause in the doorway and run diagnostics on his audio sensors. There seems to be nothing wrong - even removing the helmet does nothing to fix the odd situation.

The subtle movements of the woman among the pews grabs his attention now, though. If she's making noise, he can't hear it from here. Just what is she doing?

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Spain didn't notice the man, too concentrated on her prayers, hoping that they'll be heard and Romana would be safe somewhere. Where was that girl...

[sullenandroid.livejournal.com]

Curiosity gets the better of the mechanical man, and he strides forward, slowly. Once he gets to her pew, he peers down at her for a time before speaking.

"...what are you doing?"

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

"Ah?"

The woman looked up, hurriedly wiping her tears away. Stranger or not, it's bad to let them see how horrible she looks while crying. "I'm praying."

[i-luv-syrup.livejournal.com]

Canada has felt the heavy air around the tower, he himself feels the regret that's settled over the tower. Prussia was refusing to speak with him, and France had vanished. Entering into the sanctuary gave Matt a small semblance of connection, it had been the last place he had seen Francis. But what surprised him was the woman crying quietly in the pew.

Feeling like he was intruding, he debated on leaving, then made up his mind to approach. Moving to the end of the pew and wondering idly is she would notice him.

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The sense of another nation beside her made Spain look up, and she sighed when she saw who it was. But, strange, didn't the younger nation have long hair?

"Canada, querida... what happened to your hair? Did you cut it?"

[i-luv-syrup.livejournal.com]

"Ah, you're thinking of Maddie. I'm Matthew. Er.. boy version of Canada." he explained and pushed his glasses back up on the thin bridge of his nose. That was the fourth time he'd been mistaken for a woman since arriving in the tower. He wondered idly how many more times it'd happen.

"Can I have a seat?" he asked politely, gesturing to the pew beside her.

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"Oh, you're her male version..." Spain didn't seem at all surprised anymore; after France, Prussia and Romano, she had half expected more from their world.

Smiling, she patted the space beside her, drying her eyes with her sleeve. "Sure, have a seat."