† Tre; Accidental Video

[fettuttittes]

[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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[fierybluebird]

Chiara...

[fettuttittes]

Please, please, wake up, please, I know you can, don't do this, please, wake up, wake up, wake up. [Sobs softly, the sound more broken as she hides her face in her sister's unbound hair, shaking as she cries]

[fierybluebird]

Romana...

[fettuttittes]

[Somehow, she manages to hear him, her body shaking as she forces herself to go silent, her grip tightening] M-Marco... please. Just turn it off. Please. I-I can't...

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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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[fettuttittes]

[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.]

action; Italian

[fettuttittes]

[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...

[sojournsparrow]

Romana...

[He has no idea what to say for words of consolation this time, having never had any siblings, or loved ones so close to him]

This world seems to send you one despicable cruelty after another falcon. I am so sorry... I begin to wonder if this may in fact be one of the hells.

[fettuttittes]

[She only just hears him, Romana keeping her face pressed into her sister's hair]

H-Ha... hell... si, it seems like it... please wake up...

[sojournsparrow]

However, I do not believe that is your sister.

[fettuttittes]

[He's completely ignored. It doesn't matter what he thinks, not when she's got her sister in her arms, every mark on the other's body identical to what Romana remembers. Shaking she lapses back into soft whimpers, begging again in Italian for her sister to wake]

[brotundbier]

((Germany wait what...

He didn't really hear the beginning, and only when he hears his name does he pick up. Or. Sort of. He has no idea who this is.

Thinking... Speaks Italian... Red hair.. yelling about Germany..

He bites back words for a minute, unsure of which his better judgement is... then makes a broken Italian attempt to communicate.))

I'm sure she's safe at home... the bodies are just a ruse.

[fettuttittes]

[Her grip only tightens on Venezia, Romana staring down at the body, obviously broken. Her fingers keep combing through the younger's hair, Romana's eyes never moving from her face as if she can some how wake her if she stares long enough]

Si. She's safe. She'll wake up soon, she's just sleeping. Playing a trick, s-stupid... stupido sorellina...

wowi hate accidental enters (i own all the failure tonight)

[brotundbier]

I'm sorry, whoever that is isn't going to wake up. The best thing you can do for her and yourself is to step away.

You have to hear me out, laying there in distress isonly putting you at danger, and I don't believe she would have wanted that.

Way to go (applause)

[fettuttittes]

Shut up! Shut! Up! [It's practically a snarl, Romana's grip tightening, Venezia's head lolling back]

She's just sleeping! I'll stay here, a-and she'll wake up. I can't leave her, I w-won't... I won't... she'd want me to stay...