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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...

Okay, this gave him pause for a moment. Not even the normal pause, where he's deliberating over what to say next; no, Spain actually stopped him in his tracks. To her merit, that's pretty impressive. He was only faintly aware that she was calling him by that nickname again. She killed him? Why? Ienzo, having been affected with a sudden desire to hole himself up in his room all day long, had been entirely unaware of the goings-on of the Tower during the 'event' -- so of course he had heard nothing about the sudden killings. The best he could assume was that she had suffered some kind of mental breakdown from the things that had happened in the Tower, which to be perfectly honest, wasn't a radical assumption at all.

...And yes, now that she elaborated, it seems that was what happened. Distressed and not thinking logically (how would killing her save her from 'experimentation', if she would be revived and therefore placed back into the pool the next morning?), she did something terrible... and now Romana isn't coming back, or so she thinks. "...Everyone here is at a disadvantage, because there is a group of people more powerful than us... and they can do whatever they like, and don't necessarily need to inform us." He looked around briefly, and then sit down; not particularly close to Spain, but enough so that she could hear him. "...Generally... if they do something to us, it happens over the span of a week... if they have taken her, then if they're going to release her, it will probably be in a few days."

I'm sorry all my tags are unkoalatea today. ;n;

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"That's what I thought too." She sighed, biting her lip as she forced herself not to cry again. "But, I have been looking for a few days, and she still hasn't reappeared. That's what I'm worried about... that I might have killed her for good."

...can we make 'unkoalatea' a word now

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There’s still a very big unknown variable here, just like everything else in the Tower… but still, it is entirely possible that the owners ‘changed it’ so that when people died, they died for good. He was running out of hypotheses, and of course, ‘sympathy’ had never really been a word in his dictionary. “…In that case…” he muttered. “…there is nothing to be done but just watch for her… and wait.”

it has always been a word on tumblr

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"... Sí... I suppose that is the case now..."

Spain sighed again, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. It seemed like there's no hope left for her.