Spain's Room | Saturday Night Week Six

[vytis]

[Lithuania wouldn't know why he was visiting Spain. But maybe the Producer has his reasons. Maybe he just wants to see the results of the first successful designated killer's actions. At any rate, with Spain's door being left open at night, it's not difficult to walk right in and shut the door behind him.]

Congratulations.

[The tone is even. Business-like, really. It doesn't seem to be mocking; maybe he's actually being sincere.]

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[vytis]

I'm not exempt from any incentive. Not even the first one.

[pasodoble]

( What the hell was even the first incentive oh my god, he doesn't even remember which is hilarious considering what it's about. The only one that's ever really mattered to Spain was the one Lithuania presented to him at their first meeting. Everything else had been connected to it in some way or another.

Spain goes quiet, trying to recall exactly what it is and then the angry look in his eyes gives way to shock, )

... The lost memories. ( Give him a moment to put the problem together ) You didn't know who it was because you didn't remember them.

[vytis]

[He looks at Spain properly again, nodding.] Not that I don't understand why you would get the impression, but I think you all believe I'm more devious than I actually am.

[pasodoble]

You're a player too.

( Not just a mastermind that oversees the game but someone that's actually playing with them. )

[vytis]

[It takes him a moment to choose his words.]

Forcing all of you to follow rules and following no rules myself would make even "unfair" an awful understatement.

[pasodoble]

But you're still playing.

( This is too much to think about right now he's never been very good at these things. This Spain! Things go over his head all of the time. )

And you're a nation like me. We would never play this game for any reason... ( Slowly connecting the dots. When he finally speaks again, his tone is much softer. Kind, even. ) What's wrong?

[vytis]

[He doesn't seem to know what to do with that tone--it's obviously not something he expected, not at all.

He answers quickly.]

Nothing--nothing's wrong. I should let you sleep; I doubt the others are going to let you sleep in. Have a good night.

[He pauses at the door, though. While he doesn't turn around, emotion is in his voice. Maybe it's just because he's preparing to go back outside.]

I'm glad nothing happened to your people.

[Then he's gone.]