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[tomatatas]

A; Action - Morning, Around town.

[If you happen to run into Romana around town, and you've met her before... well, you'll quickly notice that something's wrong. Very very wrong.

She's smiling.

And calling out to passerbyers in a very bright cheerful voice] Ciao~! Such a beautiful day, si?

[Everybody run for the hills.]

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[muskatli]

[Hungary's mood has been getting progressively worse throughout the day, and it's nothing to do with any sudden change in her personality.

But a passive aggressive comment too many has finally tipped her over the edge. There's enough aggression by the time she finds Romana.]

Honey, you'll have to shield your face somehow before I smash this thing...

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[The pod stills as Romana faintly hears Hungary's voice, straining her ears to hear her properly. Cover her face... oh. Hungary's going to smash it open.

Quickly, Romana shields her face, leaning against the opposite wall of the pod, hoping she's judged which side Hungary's on correctly.]

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[muskatli]

Here goes... [She mutters under her breath, swinging the heavy Teflon pan experimentally. Dresses like the mindless drones, does she... Hair prettier when it's longer, right, mister Austria? And she's put on weight, apparently, and she's almost a mindless native--]

Graaaaaaaah--

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[muskatli]

[Nothing happens at first upon initial contact, save for a small crack.

Then she hits it again and again and again until the crack widens with a sickening crunch. She stills herself when she remembers Romana's still inside.]

Don't worry! I'm almost done with this contraption!

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[Romana shrieks at the first hit, the sound much louder to her, before clapping her hands over her mouth. She shrinks down, half terrified Hungary will swing too hard and accidentally hit her, even as Romana drops her hands slight, calling back in a shaky voice]

A-Ah... Grazie, Ungheria but... a more precise and restrained method might work better now?

[muskatli]

Oh, silly me. Forgot myself for a moment. [She hasn't been that angry since sharing a house with Prussia. Flinging the frying pan aside, she reaches for her long knife, wedging it carefully into one of the larger cracks to work it apart.]

Cover your face, just in case... [With a forceful yank, she dislodges the piece over Romana's chest. Wiping her forehead, she then peers down.] Are you unharmed?

[tomatatas]

It... It's fine! Really. [Yeah she's not stupid enough to accidentally upset the already angry woman, she likes living.

Her arms drop from covering her face as the piece dislodges, Romana calling back] Si, si, I'm okay... You can keep going. I'll push from the inside too.

[muskatli]

[Crouching next to the pod, Hungary starts chipping at it from the side.] Press your feet against the glass and push. That way you won't end up hurting your fingers. [Even as her own strain and are scratched for her efforts. The thought of others trapped like this fill her with dread.]

[tomatatas]

[The pod wiggles slightly as Romana shifts herself, pressing her feet against the side. Thanks to her regained nation strength, it doesn't take long, the pod groaning as she pushes harder and harder before collapsing with a sharp crack, Romana shrieking as the shell lands on her]

Cazzo! Merda, cazzo, mannaggia!

[muskatli]

It's alright! You're going to be alright! [Hungary reassures her, reaching forward to remove the oppressive piece off her chest.] Sorry about that. I should have anticipated it...

[tomatatas]

Ick, ick, ick.... [She shudders, picking and flicking little pieces off, as she looks up at Hungary, giving her a grateful smile] It's fine. Better than being stuck in there. Grazie, Ungheria...