[When Spain appears on the feed, he seems relatively unfazed by the weather for today. Despite the fact he's no longer a country, the heat isn't much to him... The sun is simply smiling quite literally on España here~!]
Buenas tardes, Death City. [He offers the camera/mirror a smile, nothing quite like his usual, brilliant smiles that people may be familiar with. But it's not particularly telling. Just a little tired.]
I hope everyone is doing well, or as well as you can at the moment. I know that Jaime is doing infinitely better after being attacked by this Scarecrow, though would like to rejoin everyone in the quest to find him. After that ordeal, he's been advised to stay in bed. Médico Antonio's orders~ [Abuelo knows you're out there, Jaime.]
But it won't be long, with how hard everyone is working. There is only so much cornfield before a scarecrow runs out of places to hide, mm?
( COUNTRIES FILTER )
[What cheer Spain had seems to fade, as does the smile.]
Romano is gone. I've looked for him, but he's no where to be found. His things appear to be missing as well, so I can only assume he's been returned.
I-- [Expression twists a little. It's for the best, but that doesn't mean he's not going to be worrying his brains out about him.] Lo siento, Italia.