[How the heck did I miss this /sob. Oh Spain. Like I said before, she's been sitting there all this time with her dreamberry pressed against her ear. The moment she hears a gunshot, she immediately becomes intrigued -- oh, how interesting, a gun battle? Damn she wishes she could see this, because this could be potentially enlightening, and it's always most productive to grill somebody when they're in a weakened emotional state, so convinced she was that she was hearing a dream broadcast. And then, she hears an all-too familiar voice, and the darkness folds in upon itself.]
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[Oh god. What was she supposed to do in a situation like this? Spain's... Spain's crying, and she's never been good with crying people, let alone... let alone crying countries. And what is she supposed to say? It's not like... it's not like she's had any such experience before, so any advice would be... and she's never had much contact with crying people. This. This is why she... she doesn't want anything to do with people. When they cry, it makes her feel miserable, and she doesn't even know why-
Subject change, subject change. If he dwells on this for too long, it's going to make both of them feel even more miserable. Even her socially retarded self can understand such a simple concept. She swallows.
God, this was harder than she thought it would be, getting those words out.]
[He blinks at her words, then brushes away the tears as best he's able to. He takes a deep breath to try to control the sadness. Because...His friends will always be more important than himself to him, and so...]
[Here's to hoping it works. On both ends, because really, her mouth's clammed up on its own accord, and she can't seem to work her tongue properly. :/ She takes a deep breath, and... lapses into an awkward silence.
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Wait for it.
...
Wait for it...
Wait for-]
I'm-
About that time. When, you know, I, um... shouted at you. It- it wasn't very nice, and um... loud, and maybe scared you a little, you know? I'm...
I'm sorry. About that time. Just... I... didn't mean to scream like- like that, so... I'm.... I'm s-sorry.
Why the hell are you apologizing? I was apologizing, okay? So you can't just apologize when I'm apologizing, because I'm apologizing to you, and it's not going to work if... if...
If...
[Aaaand, she realizes just how ridiculous that probably sounds. Look, a blush rising. Looks like a tantrum is on the horizon. :/]
[Dammit, Spain. How're we supposed to explain when we don't even get it in the first place? :/ And pfft, Spain. Try smiling again later, or something. We're obviously too blind to get the implications right now, figuratively and literally.]
... The hell? You can't just... It doesn't work that way!
[Considering that you broke our heart? Yes, that's exactly what we're going to do. :/]
You can't apologize! I'm apologizing! Just... just shut up and listen!
[Yeah, because obviously two people can't apologize at the same time. Something about the sentiments cancelling each other out, or something. Ignore her. :/]
[:/ Aaand of course, the moment he's 'listening', she realizes she doesn't know what to say. So. Have some silence.
And some more silence.
And then-]
Arg, just... Whatever you're thinking right now, it's wrong, okay? And I just know that you're thinking it's all your fault, or something equally as stupid and ridiculous, or whatever, so... so stop thinking that way, and just listen to mean. It was my fault. I was wrong. So I'm apologizing, and you'd better listen carefully, because I'm- I'm not saying this again, okay?
[He listens very carefully, because she told him too, and...awwww, Rita. He can't recall the last time someone honestly apologized to him; he tends to hang around people who just use his good nature. Not that he minds. But still...This brings a smile to his face.]
... What... What happened? What just...
Sp- Spain!
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... Your children...
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My people...My children...Mis hijos.
And now...N-now they are killing e-each other, a-and...
A-and...
It's because o-of me.
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Subject change, subject change. If he dwells on this for too long, it's going to make both of them feel even more miserable. Even her socially retarded self can understand such a simple concept. She swallows.
God, this was harder than she thought it would be, getting those words out.]
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I-
I have something to... to say. So, can you, I don't know... hear me out for a sec?
It's... It's important.
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Ah...
Y-yeah, Rita?
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...
Wait for it.
...
Wait for it...
Wait for-]
I'm-
About that time. When, you know, I, um... shouted at you. It- it wasn't very nice, and um... loud, and maybe scared you a little, you know? I'm...
I'm sorry. About that time. Just... I... didn't mean to scream like- like that, so... I'm.... I'm s-sorry.
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O-oh.
Um.
I'm...I'm really sorry for, for bothering you and wasting your time and...
I'm sorry.
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Wha-
Why the hell are you apologizing? I was apologizing, okay? So you can't just apologize when I'm apologizing, because I'm apologizing to you, and it's not going to work if... if...
If...
[Aaaand, she realizes just how ridiculous that probably sounds. Look, a blush rising. Looks like a tantrum is on the horizon. :/]
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Um. Sorry-
Er...
[And he manages a bit of a smile for her. Look at all this effort he's going through, and she can't even appreciate it! :| ]
Um. I forgive you, Rita.
[He doesn't really know why she was mad at him still, but...He forgave her a long time ago, so it doesn't really matter.]
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... The hell? You can't just... It doesn't work that way!
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...Did I say something wrong? I'm, um, I'm sorry if I did.
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You can't apologize! I'm apologizing! Just... just shut up and listen!
[Yeah, because obviously two people can't apologize at the same time. Something about the sentiments cancelling each other out, or something. Ignore her. :/]
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Er. Um, okay. I'm listening.
[He'd ask why, but she told him to 'shut up and listen'. xD]
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And some more silence.
And then-]
Arg, just... Whatever you're thinking right now, it's wrong, okay? And I just know that you're thinking it's all your fault, or something equally as stupid and ridiculous, or whatever, so... so stop thinking that way, and just listen to mean. It was my fault. I was wrong. So I'm apologizing, and you'd better listen carefully, because I'm- I'm not saying this again, okay?
...
I'm sorry.
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...Thank you, Rita.
And I still forgive you, of course.
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