001-[Phone] This can only end in tears....

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[Italy can't even begin to understand what's going on. He's woken up in a strange room in a strange house wearing strange clothes. None of this is familiar. He took a cautious look around, hoping that either Mr. Austria or Miss Hungary was around. No such luck. But then he noticed the pictures...]

These are tiny portraits of me...... They are so

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[It's the accent that catches her attention, a lilt that she knows is from the North. The names next, as well as the soft whimperish sounds, and oh god, is it her, really, from another time perhaps, but it just might be her little sister, she can only half hope, while worrying]

Venezia? Venezia, is that you?

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[The whimpering sounds pause, confused.]

Wh- who are you?

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Italy Romana, Chiara Vargas. Please, is that you Venezia? [Is just as soft as he probably is, her concern quite obvious in her tone. A thought plants herself, Romana pausing]

Or are you Veneziano?

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[s-so confused. Romano is a boy. Just because they both wear dresses doesn't change that...]

Si...I am Italy Veneziano, Feliciano Vargas...

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[It's not her. For a moment, Romana holds her breath, emotions overwhelming her. Loneliness, anger at not having anyone she recognises and lastly relief. At least this means Venezia should be safe. She swallows, before sighing softly, and turning her attentions back to Veneziano. He's here, and he sounds so little, and in a way he's like her brother, so she'll protect him]

Veneziano. Like I said, I'm Romana. You have a brother, right? Romano? I'm him, but from another world where he was a girl, okay? You're in a town called Mayfield, it's the future for you if I'm guessing right.

Am I explaining things too fast?

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[Another world? Where Romano was a girl? And.... what is Mayfield? And what does she mean 'the future?' Poor Italy's brain is just a little overfull right now, so he does the only thing he can think of.]

I- I'm sorry! I don't understand...

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[And instantly her motherly, big sister side kicks in, softly shushing him, trying to calm him down]

Vene, Vene, it's okay, it's a lot of information to take in I know, especially when you're so little. Take deep breaths for me, caro, it's okay.

[Softly hums to him] Now I need you to be as brave as I know you can be, okay? Can you open the front door? It should be big, they'll be things like coats and shoes near it, okay?

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[He takes several deep, shuddery breaths, trying to calm down. It's kind of surprising that girl!Romano should be so much nicer...]

The door? Si. I- I see it.

[There is the sound of soft footsteps and then the door opening. Then he comes back to the phone, leaving the door open.]

I opened it. Now what should I do?

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[While he goes she clings to the phone, pressing it against her ear so she can try and hear every sound. She sighs softly in relief when he returns]

Can you stand in the doorway? I'll be able to find you then, okay?

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Okay...

[He goes to stand in the open doorway. The phone remains off the hook, because he doesn't know any better.]

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[And sooner or later, Romana will come down the street, looking at each door way for someone she hopeful recognises. And the...

Seeing Veneziano, she slowly approaches, before kneeling down to his height. His curl's the same as Venezia, but still, most of their citizen's have some sort of stray curl. Only way to find out

In her kindest, gentlest and motherly voice] Piccolo, are you Veneziano?

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[He eyes her warily as she approaches. Could this really be some female version of Romano? She was much older and nicer and prettier. But somehow.... there was a resemblance, even if it was just a small one. He looks up at her shyly.]

S- si... A-are you..... Romana?

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Si, I'm Romana. [She shifts slightly, sitting on the top step of the porch, and studying him. It's amazing how similar he looks to her sister, down to the hair curl and all]

Veneziano, right? You have the same curl as my sister does.

Oh, Italian phrasebook, what would I do without you?

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You are? Really?

[He's looking at her and trying to imagine his brother growing up to be anything like that.]

Sei bella...

[The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them, and he flushes in embarrassment. But really, she's so much prettier than he expected from a girl version of Romano...]

Google Translate? XD

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Really.

[Blushes faintly and laughs] Grazie. E tu sei adorabile.

[Gives in and scoops him up, sitting him on her lap] So, Vene, what was the last thing you rememember before waking up here?

Re: Google Translate? XD

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[He.... pretty much laps up the attention like a lonely puppy.]

I remember.... cleaning. I was sweeping the floor in Mr. Austria's dining room.