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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...

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