Those little things you took for granted.

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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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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

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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)

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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."

:B

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"Oh yeah, you." It was weird bumping into people you've only met through a network. Romano didn't care one way or another though, and grunted unintelligibly as he flopped back down on the couch, this time covering his eyes. "Hmph."