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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 7, 2012 8:17:49 GMT -5
He slipped into sleep, his head falling off of Spain's shoulder.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 7, 2012 15:39:36 GMT -5
Spain gently caught it, putting it back on his chest.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 7, 2012 17:18:49 GMT -5
Romano was muttering in his sleep. Something about pasta and potato bastards.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 7, 2012 17:45:00 GMT -5
Spain smiled and stroked his head, closing his eyes.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 7, 2012 17:48:34 GMT -5
His muttering soon turned soft and unintelligible, then stopped alttogether. Then he stiffened.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 7, 2012 17:55:29 GMT -5
Spain opened an eye and looked down at him.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 7, 2012 17:58:45 GMT -5
His hands balled into fists, his body shaking slightly.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 7, 2012 17:59:31 GMT -5
Spain's eyes widened he watched him, confused.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 7, 2012 18:07:07 GMT -5
His head jerked up, waking up abruptly and looking around wildly.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 7, 2012 18:08:58 GMT -5
"are you alright?!"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 7, 2012 18:18:03 GMT -5
Romano looked over at Spain. "S-Si. I'm fine..."
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 7, 2012 18:19:34 GMT -5
"What were you dreaming about?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 7, 2012 18:24:27 GMT -5
"N-nothing important..." he said, his voice trailing off
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 7, 2012 18:26:09 GMT -5
"You can tell me." he said, taking his hand into his.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 7, 2012 18:31:03 GMT -5
He shook his head, not answering.
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