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Jun. 8th, 2011 09:56 pm
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June 8 195x

.:456 Stone st :.

[After such a drastic event, the house at this address is immaculately clean, for a change. There is none of the usual rubble that normally befalls it, and even the stairs are intact for once. In fact, flowers line the living room on every stable surface. The largest vase is in the kitchen, though, where Hungary is doing the last touches to the icing on her cake. Ella Fitzgerald play on the phonograph.

It's someone's wedding anniversary. If you're nearby and can smell the flowers or the food, come pay a visit for free cake.]


.: Make-out Point:.

[Hungary is wasting what precious ammunition she has shooting targets, over and over again until nothing remains of them but tufts. The trees are next.]

Date: 2011-06-16 04:02 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tomatatas
[Romana leans into the hold, one hand still gripping Hungary's sleeve tightly]

Si... Si... we're not weakened, not like this, and... and everything makes sense.

...I'm not... I'm not a monster, for doing it, am I Ungheria? They were threatening my people, Venezia... I... I wasn't supposed to fail them again, and I... I still did.

Date: 2011-06-18 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] muskatli.livejournal.com
[It's not the time to argue the morality of their situation. Romana is shivering in her arms like a leaf, as on the brink of slipping away, body and mind.]

If we were out of here, and we had to do this... Then we would have killed, regardless of the place. Anything for our people. Anything.

Date: 2011-06-24 08:23 am (UTC)
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[Taking a deep breath Romana forces herself to calm down, nodding slowly]

Si... And not.... not just them. I couldn't let Venezia be hurt, even if it was just the smallest chance. I just... I can't. I promised.