Capítulo Cinco || . . . [Video/Action]
Waking up bright an early on a cold winter morning was never something Romano enjoyed. He enjoyed it even less now that the most important meal of the day was missing. Spain had yet to get up from his night's rest, and that had never been a good thing for him. Romano grumbled as he marched over to Spain's room, clamored onto the bed and proceeded to give Spain a wake-up call that would haunt him for years to come.
"Wake up! Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast!"
Normally after the third bounce, Spain would gasp for breath, maybe say a word or two to Romano in hopes of being allowed to sleep for a moment longer. Romano would watch and wait to see if Spain would really get up or not. When he got out of bed, Romano would follow. When he didn't, the jumping continued.
However neither happened. "Spaaaaain. Spaaaaaain! You jerk, wake up! Wake up!" He jumped again and again. He pulled at his cheeks, his eyelids, his ears... but nothing seemed to wake up Spain.
Fine.
He decided the next best thing would be to move onto Step Two. Step One (jumping on top of Spain) was always effective enough to forgo Step Two, but he saw that now it was necessary. Romano yanked the sheets away from Spain and effectively tangled himself in the mess for a few minutes. He knocked down the few things on the drawers, banged pots and pans together, and threw things against the wall.
But Spain slept through it all.
And now it's been four days since he's woken up. And for the first time in a long time Romano is scared. He's screamed for help before, he's cried over small things and such, but this was something else entirely. For those small things he always had someone to run to. What was he supposed to do when the person he ran to was the source of all the fear, and currently unable to help him no matter how much he cried? He had already wrapped the blankets around Spain again, hoping that the extra warmth would wake him up.
[The feed opens for once on Romano's face. He seems a little less enthusiastic than usual, as if his normal bravado has been blown out of him. The dim lighting of the room makes it hard to see where he may be, but it's enough to make out a large shape behind him. It is breathing steadily.]
Are you sure this thing is on, Virgilio? [His pink buddy, out of sight for the moment, chirps in response. It's enough of a confirmation for Romano. He nods his head to his friend and turns back to the camera.]
[Romano seems to steady himself for some loud declaration. He takes a few deep breathes and...]
I know one of you did something to him, damn it! Whoever you are, you better hope that I don't find you, damn it, or I'll make you pay!!
"Wake up! Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast!"
Normally after the third bounce, Spain would gasp for breath, maybe say a word or two to Romano in hopes of being allowed to sleep for a moment longer. Romano would watch and wait to see if Spain would really get up or not. When he got out of bed, Romano would follow. When he didn't, the jumping continued.
However neither happened. "Spaaaaain. Spaaaaaain! You jerk, wake up! Wake up!" He jumped again and again. He pulled at his cheeks, his eyelids, his ears... but nothing seemed to wake up Spain.
Fine.
He decided the next best thing would be to move onto Step Two. Step One (jumping on top of Spain) was always effective enough to forgo Step Two, but he saw that now it was necessary. Romano yanked the sheets away from Spain and effectively tangled himself in the mess for a few minutes. He knocked down the few things on the drawers, banged pots and pans together, and threw things against the wall.
But Spain slept through it all.
And now it's been four days since he's woken up. And for the first time in a long time Romano is scared. He's screamed for help before, he's cried over small things and such, but this was something else entirely. For those small things he always had someone to run to. What was he supposed to do when the person he ran to was the source of all the fear, and currently unable to help him no matter how much he cried? He had already wrapped the blankets around Spain again, hoping that the extra warmth would wake him up.
[The feed opens for once on Romano's face. He seems a little less enthusiastic than usual, as if his normal bravado has been blown out of him. The dim lighting of the room makes it hard to see where he may be, but it's enough to make out a large shape behind him. It is breathing steadily.]
Are you sure this thing is on, Virgilio? [His pink buddy, out of sight for the moment, chirps in response. It's enough of a confirmation for Romano. He nods his head to his friend and turns back to the camera.]
[Romano seems to steady himself for some loud declaration. He takes a few deep breathes and...]
I know one of you did something to him, damn it! Whoever you are, you better hope that I don't find you, damn it, or I'll make you pay!!