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I can't forget the taste of the paella I ate before ♪
Characters: Spain and YOU( Spain is in the cafeteria, sitting with his head on the table. He's mumbling things to himself in Spanish along the lines of "I forgoooot. This isn't faaaaair." Whatever it is, he sounds pretty miserable. After some time, he whines in English, )
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Location: Fortitude Cafeteria. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Whenever.
Summary: In which Spain realizes he forgot to ask for rights.
Warnings: General pathetic-ness.
I'm hungryyyyyyy. . . !
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Handing out something from his tray.]
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Huh? You aren't eating?
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[Well he didn't realize trying to help out would...give him a sudden painful headache ow ow ow]
-- Gnnk!
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What's wrong, Marcell?
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I-I'm fine.
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( Even if they weren't bound together by any sort of vow anymore, Spain still cared. )
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