Capítulo Diez || Failure to Technology
[There were a few things Romano noticed during his year-long stay at Johto - the natives, the new people, and the changes. Everyone came and left at some point. After a while he stopped trying to keep track of them all. It was easier not to get attached to someone - they might leave without a single bit of notice. It happened with Spain, Beatrice, Adelheid, Cocona... and the list would just continue to grow.
Oh yeah, the video. Romano has the camera set upon a desk in just a way for the viewer to see his whole body. He should be wearing something warm, like a long sleeved shirt, but he was dressed in a simple t-shirt and pants. Surprising, since Romano was very picky about what he wore in public.
After a year in Johto, Romano realized he wasn't the same pampered little boy. He was still pampered, and he was still little, but there were some minor scars on his arms from the bug swarm back in April. It scared him that they didn't go away; it scared him more to see how slowly they healed.
To the camera, Romano holds up a jacket that's been tailored for him with love. It's a typical piece of children's fall wear, but fitted for a child of Romano's build and height. However, something seems off about the jacket. Or rather, something seems off about the child.
Little Romano, once so small he could barely pass for a kid older than six years, was definitely not as little as he was before.]
This, [he said, indicating the jacket] doesn't fit me anymore. [Romano lets his words sink in for a moment. The statement hangs heavy in the air until Romano lets the jacket fall to the floor. He presses his bare foot against the jacket and kicks it out of his way. It doesn't go far and it gains a few wrinkles but nothing more.]
Neither do some of the other clothes, damn it. [A part of him is happy - ecstatic - that he was growing. But there was a nagging fear in the back of his mind that whispered of would-be nations that grew too big and too fast. He shook his head, his hair bouncing around his head in a way it hadn't done before. It felt a little too long, a little too full. Romano looks as if he were about to cry - which isn't surprising coming from him. But it was the way his brows came together, the way he pressed his lips together to keep them from quivering that was new. It would seem that this video wasn't meant for public viewing.]
I don't want any more. ...I'm not going to wear them anymore, damned bastard! [He's rather go naked than come to terms with how his old clothes couldn't fit him as well as it once did.]
[ooc: It was meant to be a private call video to France, but Romano still isn't all that great with the gear. ]
Oh yeah, the video. Romano has the camera set upon a desk in just a way for the viewer to see his whole body. He should be wearing something warm, like a long sleeved shirt, but he was dressed in a simple t-shirt and pants. Surprising, since Romano was very picky about what he wore in public.
After a year in Johto, Romano realized he wasn't the same pampered little boy. He was still pampered, and he was still little, but there were some minor scars on his arms from the bug swarm back in April. It scared him that they didn't go away; it scared him more to see how slowly they healed.
To the camera, Romano holds up a jacket that's been tailored for him with love. It's a typical piece of children's fall wear, but fitted for a child of Romano's build and height. However, something seems off about the jacket. Or rather, something seems off about the child.
Little Romano, once so small he could barely pass for a kid older than six years, was definitely not as little as he was before.]
This, [he said, indicating the jacket] doesn't fit me anymore. [Romano lets his words sink in for a moment. The statement hangs heavy in the air until Romano lets the jacket fall to the floor. He presses his bare foot against the jacket and kicks it out of his way. It doesn't go far and it gains a few wrinkles but nothing more.]
Neither do some of the other clothes, damn it. [A part of him is happy - ecstatic - that he was growing. But there was a nagging fear in the back of his mind that whispered of would-be nations that grew too big and too fast. He shook his head, his hair bouncing around his head in a way it hadn't done before. It felt a little too long, a little too full. Romano looks as if he were about to cry - which isn't surprising coming from him. But it was the way his brows came together, the way he pressed his lips together to keep them from quivering that was new. It would seem that this video wasn't meant for public viewing.]
I don't want any more. ...I'm not going to wear them anymore, damned bastard! [He's rather go naked than come to terms with how his old clothes couldn't fit him as well as it once did.]
[ooc: It was meant to be a private call video to France, but Romano still isn't all that great with the gear. ]