Wow. hasn't it just been such a long time? About a year, actually. My grand apologies. I'll be picking up my stories soon enough, and I might be taking some down to edit and replace with better content. This is told from Roma's point of view. Please enjoy.
Once upon a time, some important figure in my life told me that I could be grand. They told me that one day, I'd rule over all these magnificent people- that I'd be showered with gold and candies and I'd be worshiped all around. He told me that I'd be happy and that people would appreciate me for the grand person that I was. I was told that I'd be a queen someday. I was told that one day, I'd be able to stand on top of the world and be happy- that it was the only thing that I needed to keep on living. All I needed… all I needed was a beating heart. One that beat with such passion and emotion and dignity. Yet here I am… I'm just a small ghost of a person. I'm hidden and trying to make myself visible again. What has happened to my glorious land? To my great hills and beaches, bordering the Mediterranean Sea? What has happened to my sister, to all the other nations, to the legacy that we've left in our wake?
How am I supposed to switch? I represent my country, my so called 'palace' and I'm alive enough to do it.
This young girl.
Oh this poor young girl. She questions things so much! I feel like ripping my own throat out, if she continued to sass back to me in the way she did. But that's the fire that keeps the people as passionate and aware as they are. Lovina represents the people of my land, and what we need to do… somehow… is to switch places. Our souls, at least. She needs to be the voice in my head, and I need to be the physical representation. We work hand in hand, and yet we're stuck. Oh, we're stuck, god dammit, and we can't do anything about it!
Maybe she can sing again. It drew me to finding her, anyways. The voice.
I don't remember what my own voice sounded like before. But I know that she and I must have been similar in a way. In lots of ways. Theoretically, we are both the same person, yet we are souls which have been split.
And Spain. Oh, Spain.
Once upon a time, I had been lied to. I had been pushed around so many times that I forgot who I even was, and I acted out of my own will. I became bitter and rude to people. So very unladylike, they'd say, and they'd yell at me to control myself. I don't want to. I don't plan on it. In the days continuing, I grew more and more bitter, and I grew more and more agitated and I forced myself away. Where did my sister go? I had no idea. What was I doing? Well, I was moping to myself. How stupid I was. So damn stupid. There's no going back now, though.
Once upon a time, when I was feeling at my worst and when I was feeling like I wanted to just give up, I met some stranger with kind, green eyes.
That's the only part I really remember about him. His eyes made me feel calm, and I didn't act so rude to him. And looking through Lovina's eyes, I could see that those emerald eyes were still the same. They were full of hope, curiosity, and just some bit of mischievousness. I knew though, he was the biggest dork that I could ever meet. And I just had to take over Lovina for a moment, to see him again, and when I heard him talk, just….fuck. I can't think of it any more. I was saved from a bad end in my life, and soon, I'll be able to be with him all over again.
It's relief to me.
It sounds so selfish.
But I need to switch places. I can't just be a subconscious thought any more. By accepting her fears and letting me take over, Lovina can make herself immortal, and I'll be able to be a nation once again.
It's hard.
But I'll do it.
Once upon a time, someone told me that I'd be a phoenix- that I'd die and be reborn.
And here I am.