Those little things you took for granted.

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Characters: rompicoglioni and towerofanimus!
Setting: Starting on the Fourth Floor.
Format: Prose, but feel free to tag with either!
Summary: Romano's being whiny about how much stair climbing he's been doing lately. Frankly, he's a little sore. Also some introspective woobieness.
Warnings: Obligatory warnings for Romano's mouth?

Why the hell weren't there elevators in a building this big? Why did they have to build stairs instead? Of course, his silent questions went unanswered, leaving him with nothing to do but to collapse on one of the sofas on the fourth floor, somewhere away from the dreary windows.

He missed Italy so much, the burning desire to feel actual soil beneath his feet growing so intense he thought he might cry. God (he presumed) had been kind enough to leave him with tomatoes and wine from home, but he was going to run out of those eventually if he stayed here long enough. How long would that be? Would he ever see his brother again? Were Spain and Belgium okay? He hadn't seen them, if they'd been saved alongside him and the other nations here.

He'd like to introduce his Spain to the female Spain he met in the cafeteria on the first day... they'd probably get along. A weary smile lit up his face and he sprawled out on the sofa, wincing as he felt his poor sore muscles protest that very movement.

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[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

"Someone's having good thoughts," the sofa arm sank slightly as weight settled on. One could say Prussia had been diligently seeking out any of those who may be of a similar world to hers. But anyone pointing out that the white haired one was simply and utterly bored would have been more correct.

"What are you smiling about? I could use a laugh," she prodded, crossing her legs.

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

He'd almost settled into the perfect napping position when she'd poked him, but he hadn't actually been too bothered. There was a blush that he tried to hide, because he hadn't realized he'd been smiling at all.

"Oh, it's nothing!" Sitting up again made him wish he hadn't. He didn't tolerate sore muscles well at all, thanks to being such a pampered squishy guy. "It wasn't anything weird, at least."

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

"I only have your word for that," some decency dictated that she should walk away and let the guy be, but boredom was settling in heavily, "Maybe I should guess. You were thinking of home, or food. Perhaps your girlfriend, even?"

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

That earned an indignant frown from him. "Home, yes. Food, maybe. Girlfiend, don't have one." Was it just him, or did he know someone with eyes that color back home...?

"I haven't found my brother... or my fri-- other acquaintences." He added with a sigh. This woman seemed deserving of at least that much info.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

If Romano were to look around the fourth floor he'd find Molly with her forehead pressed against the window, trying to find something that looked familiar, anything. She just wanted to see something, but there was nothing. Tears welled up in her eyes but she wiped them away quickly.

In a fluid motion she bangs her head against the window.

"WE HAVE TO STILL BE IN L.A. SINCE IT'S ALL FOGGY," she yelled before turning to a whisper, "please."

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Thump, thump, thump.

Romano turned around on the sofa to see where that racket was coming from, only to see a little girl with a funny hat hitting her head on the window. He cleared his throat. "So you're from America, then?" he called out. Yes, their situation was sad, and it was all Romano could do to wallow in his own self pity, but he's not the type to just let a little girl cry on her own.

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

She quickly turned around to face him, only hints of tears in her eyes but they're masked by sheer determination. Molly nods, "Yah huh, I'm from California, L.A." she takes a step towards him, "Where you from?"

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Couldn't stand to see a child cry. Even if she wasn't one of his own, she was still just a child. He smiled a little, hoping he came off more like a big brother than a creepy stranger. "Italy. You've heard of it, right?" If America's people were anything like him, this question was a necessity. "I spend most of my time in Rome."

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

Vietnam doesn't know how many times she has combed through this floor. Sometimes she feels she's just missed something, other times, enough is enough. This time, it was the former.

It was then that she saw Romano on one of the sofas. She knew there were quite a few from her world here, but she didn't know who. Seeing his face was enough to bring some relief.

"Romano!"

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Romano looked up to see a dark-haired beauty calling out to him. Hmm, he was sure she was a nation. Wasn't she related to Japan or China? Not Taiwan... Hong Kong was a man... oh, wait, Vietnam!

"Ciao, Vietnam!" He waved, a little shyly. For all of his grump and foulness, girls, women especially, brought out his timid side. It was good to know another one of them was okay, too.

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

She quickly made her way to him, smiling. Not only was it food to see a familiar face, but also one of the same world. Although all the ones she's met so far from alternate ones were very nice.

"Chào! It's good to see you are alright." She bowed her head slightly in greeting.

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo was once again on floor four, this time he was sat in the corner on the floor with his picture book that had come with him in his trunk. He had read it before, it was the book Doctor Casella had given him, he was going to go to the library at some point and see if they had books in Italian but for now, this was farmilliar.

He saw the figure come in and collapse on the sofa, it was one of the men from his room. "Hello mister Romano!" He said brightly.

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Romano lifted his head up to look at the kid calling his name so politely. "Hey kid." Romeo was probably the only tolerable person in his room, and it wasn't just because he was Italian. Romano sat up a little to get a good look at what Romeo was doing. "What do you have there?"

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo smiled politely and held up the book, "It's a story book about a donkey!" He jumped to his feet and padded over to the couch to show the man the book.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

"Tired already, querida?" Spain laughed quietly as she sits down by Romano's legs, petting his feet. "You need a massage?"

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Romano pulled his feet away from her a little, a common defense ingrained from being around his brother. Who randomly tickles feet, anyway?

"Of course not, I just... I don't know... ah. N-No massages needed." He blushed, though he did appreciate her offer.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure?" she reached out to stroke one of his legs, squeezing a calf lightly. "You feel really sore right here. And I'm offering my services for free, querido."

[koyo]

Unknown to Romano, Spain has also been exploring and he's always been a few steps ahead of him. Of course, once he got to the fourth floor, there were no more steps to go so Spain spent time looking outside the windows, hoping the clouds would break.

Just before Romano came in, Spain decided to lay down on a couch that was facing the window. Wow, talk about timing, huh? He doesn't even realize that someone's walked into the room. As he lies down, he thinks about a lot of things.

He thinks about taking a nap. He contemplates heading downstairs to see if he can find anything else. He wonders if his friends are okay. He was giving himself a headache with all of this thinking. Taking a break from his thoughts, Spain begins to hum to himself.

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Still surprisingly conscious, Romano heard that annoying humming, and it was so familiar, he sprung up from the couch and looked for the source.

When he saw Spain there, on the verge of napping, the most familiar sight in all the world, it took all of his self-control not to fling himself at the idiot and thank God he wasn't dead. Wait, why the hell would he do that? That's stupid. O-Of course Spain wouldn't be dead.

He didn't think Spain deserved to be napping when he should be happy that Romano is alive and damn it. He flicked Spain on the forehead, hoping that'd be enough to get his attention.

"Hey, bastardo..."

i can be late all i want

[froghunting.livejournal.com]

Hey, that walking up the stairs must be tough right? She wouldn't know man, flying and all. She actually preferred walking inside buildings, it felt kind of restricted with walls and beams everywhere. But if it means saving herself the effort of the stairs, then she had no problems with it.

Still, she felt a little bad for the man who'd just plopped down. The difference between humans and fairies was pretty obvious, and she was used to it, but couldn't really imagine life without her wings.

This guy could use a little kindness for that, at least. "Are you alright? I don't suppose it would be against the rules to get you some water," she offered.

;u; I can be later!

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Wouldn't wings get sore after a while instead, then? :|a]

Not bothering to look up at whoever this kind soul was, he waved a dismissal. "I-I'm fine, really."

Yes, he was suffering, but that didn't mean he had to look like less of a man in front of what sounded like a woman. That just wasn't his style. Right.

[froghunting.livejournal.com]

[.... i wonder, maybe i should look up more of that stuff huffhuff]

"If you're sure," she hesitated, guessing that he was probably just trying to look tough. It could be that maybe he wasn't fit enough for it? He didn't look terribly out of shape so chubchub. "Maybe someone could file a complaint," she muttered, mostly to herself. As if that would work.

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou is nearby, mucking with a notebook when he hears a noise from the man with the odd curl. He glances up, raising an eyebrow. "You alright?"

The man did look familiar, though. He snaps his fingers suddenly. "Oh, you, from the network thing."

I'm laaate oops

[rompicoglioni.livejournal.com]

Groaning, Romano lifted his head to look at who was speaking to him, greeted by none other than--whoever the hell this guy was. He couldn't be bothered with remembering everyone in this damn tower, even people he's met.

"Huh?"

No worries. B)

[thisclinchesit]

There was a blink, then an annoyed look. Shoutarou didn't want to have to bring up the incident more than he needed to. "I made the post on the network where I was griping about the number of you nation-folk. Which in retrospect was kind of jerk-y. Sorry 'bout that."