† Duo; Video; Backdated to the afternoon, after hers and England's fight.

[fettuttittes]

[The communicator flicks on as Romana tosses it onto her bed, somehow landing on her pillow in a way that you get just enough of a look of the room to tell what's going on. It jostles slight as Romana sits down on the bed, groaning softly as she reaches down to unlace her boots, wriggling her toes once they're free. There's worse aches in her body

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/NOT LATE also both bro and sis feel free to reply ;3;

[crotchroses]

[It was a brother's duty to take care of his family. They were not on the best of terms, no, but he couldn't consider Romana or Romano his enemies. With all that has been going on, France can't bring himself not to do something for them whether they want the assistance or not.

In any case, if anyone knew something about old wounds that bring up unpleasant memories, it was him, right?

He brings what supplies he can spare as well as a closed container packed full of food he's cooked himself from what Italian recipes he recalls. Stacked atop it is a package with bandages and other first-aid items, and on top of that is a folded garment--a slightly patchwork but carefully-sewn dress. It's difficult to manage something more practical given the lack of material, but this is the least he could offer. She was much too young to wear something like this in those days, and it would be sturdy and keep her warm when the colder months came--if winter was a thing that happened here. Worse case, he would alter the measurements for someone else if she did not want it.

As he knocks on their door, he worried little. It was the thought that counted and they are his family.]

/aaaaaah tags, but yes, Shugo feel free to come in!!!

[fettuttittes]

[She's not sure where's Romano's gone too, having crawled back into bed after their conversation, her communicator tossed under the bed as Romana tried to get some rest and pretend that this had never happened. Pretend no one knew about her wounds, that the ache in her body was just from a busy day and not from countless bruises and scars. She tries to pretend that she feels nothing but pain in her left side, that half the nerves there aren't dead.

She thinks if she can pretend hard enough it might come true one day, and that everything will be normal, right. It hasn't worked yet, but it helps, in it's own way.

Waking to the sound of knocking Romana rolls over trying to ignore it. But it doesn't end, repeating, echoing in her mind. It's starting to go dark and with a soft groan she crawls out of bed intending to tell whoever it is to fuck off, something Romano should have done. She doesn't stop to find something to better cover her legs, the dress long enough to make a mid thigh dress at least and her hair tumbles down her back again. Appearance doesn't matter, not when so many have already seen how badly she's injured. And she's still so tired, not thinking clearly.

Rubbing her eyes she unlocks the door, her eyes not recognising France at first] Who ar... oh. You.

What do you want?

C:

[crotchroses]

[Ooh, he wants to pull her into his arms and hold her and tell her it's okay.

But his arms are full.

So that will have to wait.]

I have supplies for you and Romano, cheri! And a dress.

:3

[fettuttittes]

[And she bites.

Or hits. Whatever.

Gives him a tired glare] I don't need supplies. I'm not helpless, I can cook, I can find things. And that thing looks more suited to being a blanket rather than a dress.

[crotchroses]

Well! If you don't want these, then I will be on my way. [HUFF.

He's kidding.

But seriously he spent time on this. :( ]

[fettuttittes]

[Just stares at him, all her exhaustion showing on her face. She can't even manage a glare, an angry comment. She feels brittle as if she'll snap and fall apart with a simple touch]

What do you want me to do? Welcome you, shout how happy I am to see you? Hit you, shout insults? I don't know. So just tell me, because I'm tired, and I can't manage this. I can't. I don't know what I'm supposed to do for her, let alone you.

[crotchroses]

... Just take this. That is all. [He holds it out.]

[fettuttittes]

... [Finally, she opens the door, pointing to a table] Put it down there.

[She doesn't want to admit that it's more than she can hold with one arm, and her left is near useless at the moment, sharp flickers of pain she only just manages to ignore going through it.]

[crotchroses]

[France wanders inside. He knows, Romana, and he isn't going to say anything about it.]

For you and your brother. Except I don't think he would want to wear a dress.

[fettuttittes]

[She's already adjusting the shirt, trying to hide the scars that dot her shoulder]

I can cook. And that thing looks ugly as hell. I said practical and modest, not outdated, idiota.

[crotchroses]

You were not old enough to wear one of this fashion as a grown woman, and it is sewn well. Fitting easily for housework and comfortably especially if the weather turns cold!

[He turns to her and smiles brightly, making it a point to keep his eyes trained only hers.]

Practical and modest.

[fettuttittes]

...Nor was I a girl, in your world. [Just. Frowning at him]

...The skirt is too long. I'd trip on it, it'd get caught on things. There's a reason these styles died out, Francia. [The bantering makes her more at ease though, some of the tension fading]

[crotchroses]

So? Neither was Romano but he spent centuries in a skirt.

[He sighs.] I will hem up the skirt, then.

[fettuttittes]

That's different. All children were skirted back then...

[Sighs herself, slumping] It doesn't matter. Don't waste your time.

[crotchroses]

Non! I cannot leave someone dissatisfied with my work. It's unacceptable. [This is a matter of principle. He takes the dress into his arms and shifts on his feet.]

Return to bed, mademoiselle. I did not mean to disturb you. [his tone says it's a request, anything but a command.]

[fettuttittes]

Then it's fine. Just... I'll look at it later. [Tiredly trying to pull it out of his arms]

No... it... I've slept enough, and I can't... It's not comfortable. [Meaning to say that if she'd tried to sleep now, without utter exhaustion helping her, she'd find it difficult to find a way to lie that didn't hurt her.]