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[cuori_di_ferro]

Who: Romano (cuori_di_ferro) and Spain (el_desheredado) (perhaps N.Italy would like to visit at some point too?~)
What: Romano hasn't seen that idiot's face in awhile! So he's looking for him.
When: Early Afternoon
Where: South Wing/Looking for Spain
Warning: Language

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[el_desheredado]

Spain had been up for a few hours--off to the kitchen to get some new ice for the bruises he'd gotten in the library, and some food, and then around the building for a brief walk before he'd gone back to the room. He was going a little stir crazy, confined to the building, but after the encounter with England, he didn't want to have any more run-ins for a while, especially not with any of the administration that might give him a talking to for what they would probably think was poor behavior

[cuori_di_ferro]

"Bahh, nothin' wrong with a man wanting some freedom!" Romano snickered, but quickly limped as fast as he could manage over to Spain's door, trying to keep down a small smile. Somehow he felt better, not as strained anymore now that he was certain at least one thing still hadn't changed about this place. His own wounds from the war had almost healed completely, he was stiff sometimes on his more injured right leg, which was still in his splint but the other was only wrapped up securely in athletic tape.

"I uh...I got bored. So I thought I'd come see what the hell you were-...María, Madre de Dios, what the hell happened to your face?" Romano now noticed the bruising around the other nations head...like he had smacked it straight into something recently and it had smacked back.

"Did you run into a wall during that huge ass black out?" Romano asked, puffing out one of his cheeks and biting the side of his lip, this guy was hopeless! But it wasn't like Romano was worried or anything, no no, absolutely not, why would he be?

[el_desheredado]

Spain smiled with the less bruised size of his face, chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck casually as he gestured for Romano to come in.

"Ah, yes. A wall. It was a book shelf, actually. Was in the library, when it happened; silly me." He chuckled a little bit, and shrugged. "You should see the bookshelf. Such a hard head." Still chuckling, he gently wrapped his knuckles on his scalp, and waved Romano in.

"Come on, come on, come in before someone sees you and decides you're all indecent. You and your brother and your obsession with being without pants; silly Italians."

[cuori_di_ferro]

"It's comfortable to sleep in is all! I'm not some airhead like him." Romano didn't need to be told twice as he brushed past Spain to get into his room, sitting down uninvited with a plop in one of the chairs in his room.

"A book shelf huh? Nice going stupid!" It was something the Italian would normally say, but the way he said it had a questioning ring to it still...which sadly gave Romano something akin to Poland's speaking style for a moment before he shuddered it off.

"Those book shelfs man...picking fights. But glad to see you hit it back." Romano nodded to the others knuckles, noting the slight redness on the skin. Romano had punched enough of Spain's head in a lifetime to know it hurts your hand just as bad to punch as it does the skull of the person you punch.