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[The camera flicks onto to a woman with a slightly grumpy expression, her hand reaching up to flick the camera, muttering softly in Italian. Finally it focuses in on her and she sighs, rubbing her temple. Technology always gives her a headache]

Right. Firstly; has anyone seen a girl, a bit... the same height as me [She means taller, she's just in denial] Hair that's more an auburn colour, usually kept back in a ponytail, has a curl like this [Points to her own] that flicks out on the left side, and is usually covered in some form of bruising because she's an idiota and runs into everything? Answers to the name of Venezia, or if you must, Viviana. If you see her, tell her to come to room 1-09, her sister needs to see her. Immediately.

Secondly. I assume we all received the same letters, si? That we're stuck here and our homes have been destroyed? Well that's bullshit, if Italia was destroyed I wouldn't be standing, sitting, whatever here, okay? So if you're freaking out, stop it, right now, get your shit together, because I'm sure all of us would love to go home, and get away from this stupid place.

[With a huff, she sits back in the chair, one hand still rubbing her temple, voice dropping to a mumble] I am going to go crazy here, I know it...

(ooc: I'm using the human name of the FemItaly I usually play with, obviously it could change if we get one.)

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[Replying is a man with a curl like her own, an accent like her own, and a mission very similar to hers.]

I haven't seen a 'Venezia'. [He speaks slowly, sorting things in his head.] But I'm looking for someone too. He sounds a lot like your sister... but he's my stupid little brother.

[He's already encountered your Spain, so he's been somewhat introduced to the idea that somewhere else in the tower a woman named Romana is running around... now he guesses you're her.]

[The curl and accent get a glance, but unforgivable nobody's told Romana about the duplications and alternate worlds versions. Giving him another glance she leans her chin on her hand, a small frown. If he's one of her people, she'll treat him civilly at least.]

He's an Italian like you si? Are you both from the North, that could explain some things... [After all, the people influenced the nations... or was it the other way round?]

Si-- wait no, he's... [He holds his head up with a hand, slouching forward at the table.] He is the North, and I'm the South--at least I am where we're from.

[He has no idea how she'll react to this, but he's expecting to be called a liar, much like what happened with that girl version of Spain he met earlier, so he quickly catches himself.] I think there are weirder things happening in this tower than we're all aware of.

He is from the north and you are the south? You... have different parents then? [The idea that there is even an alternate version of her hasn't even entered her mind, despite the fact that he does look similar to her...]

I should have guessed, you look... more like one of mine then my sister's.

[Frowning. Oh, well he'll have to spell it out, huh.]

We don't... have parents. Signorina, [she didn't act like a signora to him, okay] my name is Italy Romano. I think we have a lot in common.

Italy Romano...? [The smallest frown as she looks him over again, the shade of his hair, the way the colour of his eyes seem so similar to hers. And that curl, exactly in the same spot as her own...]

... No. I don't know how you found out all of this, but you're a liar, and this is not funny in the slightest.

I'm not lying, damn it. [Ugh, here we go again.] I don't know how it happened, but we're probably from different worlds with flipped genders or something. [Dimensions? Parallel dimensions? It's happened before, with those cat people last Christmas...]

[Still glaring at him, constantly looking him over] ... Prove it. Tell me... tell me something only we would know. [What that is she isn't sure, but it's all she can think of.]

[He scrunches his nose up, trying to think of something. Well. This is a better method than Spain's had been.] There are a few things I've never told anyone.

[He's still not sure he wants to share, even with himself--er.. his girlself.] Do you know... [sad, sad face] ...I've never told anyone else about this, so I don't think you would have either, but I know that it was Germania that ...f-finished off.. the Roman empire.

[The frown changes quickly into a look of surprise at his words, Romana still trying to cling to the faint hope that he's just insane, because despite anything, this is just too weird] How... how do you know that?

[Oh good, that seemed to be a secret they both shared.]

I told you already. I'm Italy Romano. Do you believe me now?

Edited 2011-06-08 10:59 (UTC)

[Dropping her face into her hands, muttering softly]

This is insane...

I don't think not taking the letter seriously is going to help at all. The people who captures us have a lot of power, Italy Romana.

And freaking out is going to help, Canada? [Yes, she knows which one is which, it helps been a forgotten one herself, and that America annoys her forever] They may have power, but so do we. We are nations, if our land, our people were gone, we would not be here.

Of course not. It just doesn't help to dismiss it outright. Have you met the male nations? The humans from other times and worlds? The people holding us have a strange power.

...Male nations? You mean, Belgium, Hungary and them, si? They're the only men I know.

No...I mean I have met male versions of America, Germany, and the Netherlands.

... Did you hit your head Canada? Or take anything suspicious? America, Germany and Netherlands are all women, you should know this.

I am quite aware and I have seen my sister here too. However, there are male versions here. Germany is tall and blond and looks sort of like our Germany. America has short blond hair, glasses, a little cowlick. Netherlands is tall, short hair, kind of skinny...I'm not lying Romana. I promise.

... You're sick. They must have done something to create a hallucination for you. [FOREVER STUBBORN

And ignoring the little voice reminding her of the man she met yesterday that seemed familiar... and was German.]

Netherlands knew about our tulip festival. America had America's bomber jacket. Germany--he talked about Prussia just like our Germany would and he spoke of Italy Venezia. But if you do not wish to believe me, I can't really convince you.

It's... it's a coincidence, it must be... it's just... too insane to think of... [Sounding definitely troubled.]

If it is a coincidence, it is a frightening one. An irrational one. They all spoke of a male Canada, which I am obviously not.

There... There was a man before, who tried to tell me he was me... I ended up agreeing with him, just to make him stop... I thought he was crazy.

He probably was you, I don't know. You're going to have to decide for yourself. Did you meet him in person?

No, on the network... [Shaking her head, dropping her voice] He had... he had a curl that looked like mine... I thought he was one of my citizens at first...

Try meeting him in person? I'd be confused if I met this male Canada they all speak of, but I'd still want to meet him.

Perhaps... it's an idea at least.

if you look in the mirror and put your hair back then you'll see her! [Molly thinks she's so clever]

... Ha. [The most fakest of laughs, yes, she is not amuse] Very funny Molly, but immature, si? My sister is a very important person to me, surely you have your own important people back home? Sisters, brothers, your parents or other relatives? Friends?

You would not like others joking about them when you didn't know where they were.

[oh she was so proud :c]

My friends... I miss them. I hope you find your sister! I don't have any siblings.

[....Only an American would be proud of that]

...friends can be your family too picc- Molly. They could be your sistersor your brothers, si?

[Oh like young Italians aren't like this too]

They are my family!

[No, they are nice and respectful to their elders... yes...]

Good. It's good to have a family.

[I'm sure]

Parents are dumb though. All adults are. [huff]

[They are...]

I wouldn't know about parents... but all adults?

All of them! They're all mean and say I can't do things because I'm small. And some are evil and do bad things and pretend that they are good but they're not good because they're doing bad things!

[Sigh softly, a small smile on her face] You sound like me when I was younger...

The world isn't so black and white Molly. Yes there are bad people, and there are good, but sometimes good people do bad things, and bad people do good. It's all very grey.

But some people are just bad and some people are just good! I'm gonna be only good!

Uh, what do colors have to do with anything?

...You're a child. You haven't fully learnt all there is to learn. It's very difficult to be just good.

...nevermind.

Well I'll only do good things!

As... as long as you do your best to do good things, I'm sure you will...

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