Lovigna Vargas - 8th Bottle of Wine [Really Long Angst + Audio]

[in_italia]

[The first thing Lovino notices when he wakes up is that he can't feel his muscles. That's normal, he must be on painkillers. The uncomfortable bed tells him he's in a hospital, and the dull ache throughout his body tells him he should thank whoever numbed him up. With a mumble, he reaches up hesitantly and brushes a stray bit of hair out of his

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[quevivaespana]

[Is it...? It can't be, can it? Oh, but it is! Today might be one of the best day of Spain's life. Despite the voice, Spain can tell it's Romano. No one else talks like that, so there can't any doubt.]

Romano! You sound so cute! I'll be there right away! Don't go anywhere! I didn't take you to the hospital so you could go hurting yourself before you can get healthy.

[signorasimpatia]

N-no I don't...! [She lets out a little pained gasp as the shout makes something in her chest hurt. Did she break a rib or something...?] D-don't... d-don't come here... I-I'll hit you... d-d-damnit...! [Under the circumstances it's rather hard to keep her voice low-pitched. It's taking enough out of her just to speak, forget sounding male which is honestly proving impossible.] Ngh... stay away f-from me...!

[pizzaitaliana]

[As soon as she hears the message, Felicia drops the stomach-churning cup of coffee she had been sipping in the hospital's cafeteria and hurries towards her sister's room. She bursts into the room without bothering to knock, all quivering excitement and bright smile.]

Romana, you're finally awake! You missed us turning back!

[[OOC: This is a fem!Italy account for

[signorasimpatia]

[Lovigna looks up nervously, and as soon as she spots Felicia she hides her face in her pillow and tries to make herself as small as possible. Not that that works all that well when she can barely move.]

....F......f-fuck off....

[pizzaitaliana]

[Felicia's smile withers, her shoulders slump. In her happiness, she had completely forgotten that Lovina had every reason to have no desire at all to see her. She closes the door quietly, her grip on the handle tight enough to make her knuckles go white, and takes two cautious steps into the room.]

Romana...

[signorasimpatia]

[She looks up quietly, but it's hard to see her sister with tears blurring her vision. Huh... she could swear that was supposed to be a brother. But that's not important. What's important is that whichever it is, it's North Italy. And North Italy has caused her more pain, more fear than anyone else as far back as she can remember.]

J-just get out... I-I hate y-you.... s-so... m-much....