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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 20:48:12 GMT -5
Spain heard his footsteps, but didn't get up. He sighed and looked out the window.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 20:49:56 GMT -5
Romano opened the front door and then walked outside. Once it shut behind him he turned, and decided to punch the wall. With his injured hand. "Damnit! I didn't expect Spain to show up! Ah fuck that hurt..."
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 20:54:03 GMT -5
Spain heard the sound and fast walked out of the house. He saw Romano, "¿Qué demonios? ¿Por qué diablos hiciste eso? No quiero que te lastimes más!"
{{What the hell?! Why the fuck did you do that?! I don't want you to get hurt more!}}
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 20:57:59 GMT -5
Romano looked over at him, and shrugged, not giving an answer and looking down at his hand. Atleast the banages had stopped him from breaking the skin open moreso. And it didn't hurt. He just lost feeling.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 21:02:58 GMT -5
Spain clenched his fists and turned, walking back into the house. He plopped down on his couch with a sigh.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 21:07:49 GMT -5
Shit...now even Spain was mad at him. He resisted the urge to punch the wall once more, and just stuffed his hands into his pockets, turning and walking away, eyes watching the ground at his feet.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 21:15:12 GMT -5
Spain put his head in his hands and started to cry. "¿Por qué actúan de esa forma ... No sé si me quiere o no ... él es tan confuso .... maldito es confuso." he mumbled, wiping his tears.
{{Why does he act like that... I don't know if he loves me or not... he's so confusing.... damn he's confusing.}}
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 21:19:01 GMT -5
They're such teenagers...I would know, this is like the definition of my friends...XDD))
Romano walked along, but eventually he couldn't take it anymore. His back hit the wall of a building, and he slid downward, arms resting ontop of his knees, his face pressed into them, starting to cry once more.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 21:25:40 GMT -5
{{Yup. XD}}
Spain stood up and fought the urge to punch something.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 21:28:22 GMT -5
He felt the stares of the passerbys on him, so he lifted up his middle finger, flipping them all off while still crying. It was quite an interesting sight.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 21:34:17 GMT -5
{{I wanna see a pic of that.}}
Spain walked out of his house and headed down the street. He tripped over Romano, faceplanting.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 21:38:25 GMT -5
Romano looked up, a stream of dark Italian curses coming out of his mouth, broken and interuptted by slight sobs. Then about halfway through he noticed it was Spain. "...S-Spain?
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 21:46:12 GMT -5
Spain sat up, rubbing his face, "S-si."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 21:48:05 GMT -5
"...The fuck are you doing here?" he rubbed at his eyes, wiping away the remaining tears.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 21:50:40 GMT -5
"I was going for a walk... then I tripped..."
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