First plate of pasta [video]

[morethanpasta]

[Feliciano appears on the screen, wearing nothing but a sheepish smile. You can glimpse the fountain in the background. He's looking a bit confused, but not particularly concerned, let alone alarmed.]

Ve… ve…? Can anyone hear me? I tried to call Germany, but I can’t! I found this cell phone here but I think it's broken! Germany? England? Anyone?

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[in_italia]

[Processing... processing... Here goes nothing, hopefully he's not just insane. And definitely sticking to audio, so Feli doesn't have to see the horrible shape he's in.]

Venneciano! VENNECIANO! You can hear me, right? Damnit, get your ass over here! [He gives the directions to Spain's apartment quickly and breathlessly. Residential area, building 2, apartment 4, room 2.] There's a big bloodstain across from the door, it's hard to miss! Hurry up, damnit, I'm waiting!

[For the moment he's going to ignore the fact that Feli didn't ask for him. He is clearly freaked out about the lack of Romano as Lovi is by the now-cured lack of Venneciano.]

[morethanpasta]

[Feli blinks at the funny cell phone. Oh, wow, his brother. He hadn't expected that.] Romano? What are you doing here? I thought you're in Rome! [Oh well, who cares. He has directions! With some luck he'll get back to the conference before Germany notices that he's sneaked away for siesta.] Ve~! Romano's here!I was bored without you, you know! England wanted me to eat his scones and Germany would only talk about the euro crisis and no one wanted to talk about pasta!

[He starts walking, shivering as he goes. It's a bit cold for going naked. On second thought, he decides on running. As he runs, Feli becomes aware that Brussel looks suspiciously un-Brussel-like. The feeling of wrongness intensifies with the realization. That's some bad indigestion he's getting there... or isn't it?

Chances are, by the time he arrives at his destination, he will be very freaked out indeed.]

[in_italia]

Of course I'm not in Rome, you idiot, I've been here for.. for... [How long has he been here...?] Nevermind, just hurry your ass up!

[Screw it, by the time Feli reaches the apartment, there's a Lovi that has completely freaked out as well and has dragged him all the way to the safety of Spain's bed so he can cling to him and cry his eyes out. Fuck that Feli's naked, the only reaction he has to that is the tiny voice in the back of his head that says "Spain could find him like that".] You idiot! Stupid, stupid idiot! Why didn't you come sooner, damnit!

[morethanpasta]

[Confused. So confused. It's just noon and this is already the weirdest conference Feli has ever been to, even weirder than that meeting that involved France, England and a feather duster.

He lets himself be pulled along and hugged and cried over, simply because that's easier than struggling. And, well, he's cold and Romano is warm. He coos soothingly and pats Romano's back awkwardly.] I didn't come sooner because you didn't tell me you're here. I thought you're in Rome!

[quevivaespana]

[At first, all that is seen or heard is the fumbling of someone trying to set up the camera correctly. Gradually, the blurry camera fades into focus, displaying an obviously shocked Spain.]

Ita-chan, is that really you? [His shocked expression quickly turns to elation as he recognizes that it is indeed who he thought it was.] Ita-chan! It really is you! Did Romano finally take you off of that high shelf?

[morethanpasta]

Ve?! I haven't been on a shelf, I've been at the conference table, just like Germany told me to! [He smiles guiltily.] Well, okay, maybe I sneaked away to have a siesta, but I didn't mean to get lost, I swear I didn't! Is Germany very angry?

[He shivers.] And do you know where my clothes are? They were right next to me when I fell asleep, but they're gone when I woke up at the fountain and it's cold!

[quevivaespana]

[He thinks for a moment.] I think Germany won't mind you leaving for a while. And if you need clothes, you can borrow Romano's! He's been staying with me for a while. [Spain gives him directions to his apartment, Residential area, building 2, apartment 4, room 2.]

[morethanpasta]

[His face scrunches up thoughtfully as he thinks hard about the directions Spain has given him.] Ve~ that's what Romano said... [He's speaking more to himself than to Spain.]

I'll see you there, Spain!