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[While she's been seeing corpses all day, Romana's managed to keep herself together. Romano and others around 303 Horton Lane are probably woken with a shriek as Romana wakes to find her grandmother's body next to her, the older woman's throat slit. The corpse disappears at the noise but the image stays firm in her mind, too similar to the actual

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[aladyknight]

[Spain had been enough. Germania had given her chills and made her stick closer to Germany -- Ludwig; there was a slight difference. She'd pretended not to recognize Hungary and scoffed at the sight of a former king, even though the sight made her stomach turn. He didn't even die that way, you bastard city. She knows better.

But she hasn't seen her West yet. She hasn't felt that irrational, but immense pain. That doesn't mean she can't see it in Romana's wails, and that's why she's searching Discedo immediately, eventually finding the girl and her ghost.

Prussia steels herself, reminding in a sort of mantra in her head that Venezia cannot possibly be dead as she approaches.] Romana. It's not her.

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[Lost in grief, Romana doesn't notice Prussia's approach, her hands clutching tightly at the corpse of her sister. She's an utter wreck, mumbling in low Italian, as if Venezia will spring back to life as long as Romana keeps talking, as long as she doesn't let go. The body is cold aside from where Romana's presses against her, but she doesn't give up, moaning lowly in her grief.] Come back, wake up, please, don't leave me, don't go I need you please, please, please...

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[aladyknight]

[Her Italian might not be perfect, but she can understand that clear as day. Taking another step closer, Prussia then squats, resting one elbow on her booted knee for balance as she reaches out with her other hand to touch Romana's shoulder.]

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[Fliching, Romana tumbles over, Venezia's body jerking with her. Eyes wide she whirls around, pulling a pistol from her belt and leveling it between Prussia's eyes. She only just controls the reflex to shoot, and when her arm begins to shake she drops the gun]

P-Prussia... Prussia, she won't wake up, she won't, no matter what I do, she... she probably thinks it's so funny.. ha... ha... please... [Her eyes drop back to Venezia, Romana shuddering as she presses her face to Venezia's forehead, ignoring the way blood smears on her own skin] Vene, please, please wake up, don't... please...

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[aladyknight]

[Compassion and a brief awareness that Romana will never want to bring this up again means Prussia doesn't dwell on the near head shot and just tries to recall what Italian she knows instead.]

It's not her. [Leaning forward onto her knees, she reaches out for Romana's arms.] Little one, you know it's not her. Let go.

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[Romana snaps, jerking away from Prussia's hands her grip only tightening. Her eyes are wide, almost feral as she snarls] Shut up. Shut up and help me, help me wake her, she just... Just has to wake up and she'll be okay. Prussia pleas-

[And then the body in her arms flickers, Romana's shriek even more high pitched as her sister disappears. Frantic, she whirls around, shouting at the air.] Give her back! Give her back, bastards, shes mine, my sorellina, mine, give her back!

P-please... [A shudder rolls through her and Romana hunches over, sobbing and wailing as she gropes for a sister that isn't there]

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[aladyknight]

[Prussia flinches, perhaps at the shriek, perhaps at the vanishing body. Neither is enough to deter her, though, and she leans further, wrapping an arm tightly around Romana while the other grips her wrist, not tight enough to do damage, but tight enough to hopefully draw some attention. She needs to get the Italian away from here, away from all of this if she could, but just on her feet and walking away will do for now.]

Get up. There's nothing to be done for apparitions. [This is rapidly becoming a command, rather than a suggestion.]

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[She struggles. It's all she's ever known, struggle, push away help, find her sister, protect her sister, it doesn't matter if it hurts, if she's lonely, as long as Venezia was safe. Nonna trusted her to keep Venezia safe.

The sight of her sister's corpse terrifies her. It's a failure. It's being more lonely than she already is. It's having nothing, no purpose.

So she struggles, her hands smacking Prussia's away as Romana whirls around, fingers scraping across the ground as she struggles to stand]

I-I need... I need to find her. I need to help her. She won't wake up, I need to make sure no one hurts her while she sleeps. I need to keep her safe, I won't let you down Nonna, I'll keep her safe I will she's not dead, she's sleeping, she'll wake up.

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[aladyknight]

[Batting Prussia's hands away has little effect, when she simply reaches for Romana again, helping her to stand, refusing to let go of her completely. The Latin is simply another unsettling layer to this scene, but Prussia is perpetually icing herself over. Her one goal for the moment is to calm Romana. Nothing more or less.]

Look at me, Romana. She's fine.

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[fettuttittes]

[The Latin is just another regression, Romana flicking back to the scared little girl who watched her Grandmother die, unable to do anything out of fear. Rome's last words to her, protect your sister, have always stuck in her head, and now she finds herself shattered, smacking Prussia's hand away, staggering to a pile of rubble, intent on finding her sister again]

S-Si, I know she is. But she's sleeping, I need to go and wake her, make sure she doesn't do anything dumb.

She... she's fine...

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[aladyknight]

Yes, she is. They're all fine.

[She doesn't touch Romana again just yet, but watches her closely, ready to grab for her again, should the need arise. She's worried, completely concerned, and horrible at showing it. That weakness isn't a common thing for her these years.] The only ones we need to worry about here are me and you.

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I have to find her.

[She turns, staring at, or through Prussia. She feels so lost, helpless. She hasn't felt like this for centuries, and she never wants to feel like this again] I have to find her, first. And make sure she wakes up.

[Slowly, she turns again, feet stumbling as she starts to walk, hunting for her sister again]

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[aladyknight]

Romana... [Prussia follows a few steps, moving to Romana's side.] You can't. She won't.

[And then she lets her voice become more authoritative, as she wraps her hand tightly around the Italian's wrist.] We're leaving. You can't stay here. I won't allow it.

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[She stills, a tremble running through her, Prussia's words finally reaching her.]

Prussia... I... I need her. I can't, not... not without her, you know that...

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[aladyknight]

I know, little one. But there's nothing you can do here.

[She looks intently at Romana, not letting go of her wrist. She can imagine the difficulty in this. But from the outside, she also plainly recognizes the need to do everything to make the other nation move on and away.]

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I... I have to though. Nonna... Nonna told me...

[She shakes, her fingers curling up as her head drops and she starts to cry again, this time quietly. Covering her mouth, she tries to weakly pull her hand free, wanting to run away so Prussia can't see her like this]