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[vulcancommander]

Who: Spock and Open
What: Spock's outside for once, debating with himself again
When: Twilight
Where: Sitting by the Fiume Sanguinante
Warnings: None as of now
Status: In Progress

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[morethanpasta]

It might be a nice night yet, Italy thought optimistically as he hurried down the streets, but he really couldn't appreciate it very much. The stars were nice and everything, but he truly didn't enjoy being out at night all alone in this place. There hadn't been anymore attacks by man-eating killer bees and he hadn't encountered the monsters from deep in the woods yet, but... A still somewhat unfamiliar city at twilight, with buildings throwing all kinds of creepy shadows, isn't the kind of surroundings he enjoyed.

No, Italy would rather get home, get some pasta, tease Lovino... He giggled.

His pace slowed as he approached the bridge. A shiver ran down his spine and he hugged himself. He loathed the river. A river of blood... It wasn't, he knew, but that was hard to remember. Italy's steps became sluggish.

He nearly stumbled over his own feet in surprise as he caught sight of someone sitting at the edge of the bridge. They weren't going to jump, were they?

"Ve!" he gasped, alarmed.

[vulcancommander]

Spock mused over other things, still looking up at the stars when he heard quick footsteps approaching. His neck had some pain as he brought it down to a regular position and looked to the right, seeing someone dressed in what looked like a uniform with red hair. Interesting as it wasn't the 'typical' red hair that actually looked more orangish, but red Fascinating.

The man's pace slowed, and then he looked surprised before crying out some syllable in alarm at Spock. The Vulcan's brow raised as he sat there, then looked around to see if maybe someone else was there. No? Getting to his feet, Spock took a step away from the edge and looked at Italy with his brow raised. A moment passed before he started walking over to him, hands clasped behind his back. "Were you addressing me?"

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"Ve!" Italy said again and blinked at the man who was approaching him.

He remained frozen on the spot, a bit befuddled by the entire situation. So the man hadn't intended to jump? "You weren't going to drown yourself in the river, were you?" he asked in a fretful tone, just to make sure. You could never be too cautious. Especially when you didn't carry a white flag!

He tilted his head slightly to the side and inspected the stranger. As far as the odd strangers in this place went, this one wasn't all that odd. He didn't eat squirrels - or at least Italy hoped so! - he wasn't a troll and he wasn't a man-eating metal bee monster, either. These were all points in favor of him. Still, these were some odd clothes he was wearing! Italy hummd thoughtfully. Looked like an uniform, but not like any he'd ever seen.

"Because if you were going to drown yourself, you shouldn't! The river's scary and it looks icky!"

[vulcancommander]

Spock recognized the uniform, but wasn't sure from where. He'd done simple research on history, but some eras he skipped over the 'fashion' and others he had not.

As he stopped, he studied the person in front of himself better, noting now just how vibrant that red in his hair was...and the odd bit of hair that curled away. He blinked, finding that the most interesting thing since it didn't seem to have anything holding it up such as hairspray...it was staying that way on its own.
"No, I was not going to jump into the river. I was merely sitting on the edge and pondering things as I looked up at the sky to see if I could spot any constellations that were familiar to me."

[morethanpasta]

Italy's eyes went a bit wider yet as he noticed Spock staring at his curl. A slight flush spread on his cheeks and his hands twitched with the desire to shield his curl. When people looked at it like that, they sometimes tugged it!

He found himself quite relieved when Spock made no move to tug his curl and instead commented on... the stars? A bright, eager smile lit up his face, chasing away the embarrassment. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" He bounced on the spot in excitement. "Let's look at the stars together! When I was small, Grandpa Rome tried to teach me the names of the stars, but there are so many and I got confused! Let's make up our own names!"

[vulcancommander]

If Spock had known that Italy feared the Vulcan tugging on the curl, he would've eased said fear. He had no desire to tug it. He was just merely fascinated with the way it stood up from the rest of the hair.

He flinched slightly in surprise at the sudden excitement the person was displaying before him now, quite ecstatic to look at the stars with Spock, like he would with...with Grandpa Rome?...

That sounded...like that woman, Vietnam... "Pardon, but are you another person that is the embodiment of the country you are from? Like the woman named 'Vietnam'?"

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Ve~" Italy cooed happily. "You met Vietnam? She's very pretty, isn't she? I am like her!" He bobbed his head eagerly, that special curl Spock found so fascinating bounced up and down with the jerky movements.

"I'm Italy Veneziano!" He raised himself to his tiptoes and leant forward, giggling. "That's North Italy. My brother's South Italy, Italy Romano. My human name is Feliciano Vargas." Nod, nod, nod, happy hum.

"Who are you? Are you a soldier? You look like you're wearing an uniform, but I've never seen your uniform before! It looks weird."

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"She is appealing to the eyes, correct." The rest of Italy's statement confirmed his assumptions - another personified country. It was very interesting, because he hadn't imagined...Italy being this vibrant in personality. Then again, it would be hard to say how a country would be via personality because they weren't people, just sectioned portions of land

[morethanpasta]

He tilts his head to the side and runs his eyes once again curiously over Spock's uniform. Nope, he has never seen anything like that. "I think you are right! You must be from the faraway future. I've never heard of a military named Starfleet." He wrinkles his nose in confusion. "I don't know of any peaceful armadas, either. In my time, armadas invade other countries." Oh! His eyes light up. "Are you a Spanish soldier? You don't sound Spanish, but Spain had a really nice armada once! He was very sad when England destroyed it."

He hums, quite pleased with his amazing feat of deduction and comes closer. "Ve~ You have really interesting eyebrows. They're all funny. Does everyone in your military have eyebrows like that? Are these regulation eyebrows?" That is when he finally notices the pointy ears. A cry escapes Feliciano before he can clasp his hands against his mouth. "Your ears! Someone cut your ears off! Your army has regulation ear mutilation!"

[vulcancommander]

Spock didn't mind the curiosity of Italy, as he had been subjected to it when he enlisted in Starfleet. He wasn't the first Vulcan in Starfleet, and in fact a Vulcan had been the first non-Human being to enlist in the armada. T'Pol held that honor, serving with Admiral Archer in the first days of their space traveling.

"I am not Spanish, I assure you, Feliciano." He used the first name, not sure if he really wanted to use the same name as the country this person was from. Would that be confusing? Hm. Before he could say anything about his eyebrows, Italy had cried out in alarm over his ears. "No, Starfleet does not promote any form of mutilation against any species. These are my natural ears and eyebrows, a distinctive feature of the species Vulcan. I am not Human."

[morethanpasta]

Oh wow! Feliciano's eyes are wide with awe and excitement. Someone who isn't human and whose species has weird ears and eyebrows! If that isn't the most amazing thing ever!

'Ve! Are you something like an alien?'

[vulcancommander]

Another reaction he had experienced before. Mainly with children, but Spock didn't mention that. "Yes, I am an alien. I am from the planet Vulcan...though the planet no longer exists and my species is now endangered."

He thought of a simple way of putting it, as to not strike more awe into the man before him. "The planet I come from is very far away in space up there." He gestured to the stars above them. "I was attempting to see if I could find any constellations that I am familiar with from the planet Earth. So far I have not had any success."

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He gasps and cöos sympathetically at all the appropriate moments, then goes right back tö staring in wide-eyed wonder.

'I've never met a man from outer space before!' His gaze turns solemn. 'I'm so sorry your home was destroyed! Would you like a hug? I'll help you look at the stars.'

Oh god, Italy y so cute.

[vulcancommander]

Well, he wasn't accustomed to being stared at in such a manner, that was for certain. The remark about not meeting a man from outer space before would've made him laugh - if he tapped into his Human side. Of course aliens weren't really the focus of someone from the era that Spock was presuming Feliciano was from.

"No thank you, but I thank you for the sympathy. Not much could be done to save it with the circumstances, but the reports I had been receiving show excellent progress on a new colony a suitable planet. Perhaps they wouldn't be endangered for too long. "You are welcomed to look at the stars along with me if you wish."

awww!

[morethanpasta]

'I'm glad! It's a horrible thing when nations die. I hope you can preserve your nation.' He tilts his head to the side. 'If your people need help, you should talk to me. I'm sure I won't turn you down.' He tilts his head to the ouher side. 'Unless you eat people. Do you eat people? The aliens in the stories do!'

[vulcancommander]

"It is not just the nation...it was the entire planet. The entire planet, it's people, it's cities...were sucked into a black hole." He tried not to think about how that moment he had lost his planet, his people...his mother...

"I do not eat people. Vulcans are vegetarian, we do not kill for any purpose unless it is the last logical choice." His voice was quiet, trying to keep himself from thinking of Amanda plummeting to her death...