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warning: some blood...I wouldn't really say gruesome, scene ahead. o_o;;
Spain paced around the room. Alice's siblings, plus Prussia and France are visiting them today.
"Antonio what are we going to do? Alice is missing-"
"Why do you they're going here?" Spain snapped. Belgium flinched. Spain's eyes widened when he saw what he did.
"Lo Siento…I didn't mean to.." Belgium hugged him from behind.
"It's okay, I know you're stressed and are preparing yourself for the worst but keep praying, I'm pretty sure God wouldn't hurt Alice in anyway" she said. Spain turned around, he hesitated to hug Belgium. 'it's not right' he thought. He lightly hugged Belgium and pried her off of him.
"Go take care of Romano" he said. Belgium nodded and got out of the room. Antonio sat on the edge of the window. The sun is rising. But that didn't matter. He just seemed like he didn't care. Alice isn't with him. She is not hugging him around his waist. He is not seeing her solemn expression, her hair shining in the light, not too bright, just perfect for the Spaniard's eyes. He's not up with her freshly brewed tea, her scent of roses. He has not seen her smile when he makes her laugh, nor her pouty face when he does something she didn't want him to (like giving up), he does not hear her angry voice when he makes fun of her. His days just felt incomplete. Constantly Romano would go to his room and stare where Alice would be lying down. Spain found himself waking up with empty arms. How long has it been? He would take her horse, Ebony, with him around town, hoping that the horse would pick something up, he tried using well trained dogs too.
Spain pulled his hair in frustration. "Where are you?" he asked himself.
Alice's breath were shallow and short. Her hands were bound together by course rope, her ankles were held by chains. She laid down on the floor in the puddle of her own blood. Her body was numb, all she could think off was living for another day. How long has it been? Since she has been kidnapped and taken to this underground place? How long has it been since she's away from him? Alice closed her eyes. She saw Spain, looking at her coldly. She bit the bottom of her lip and huddled her body to a fetal position. Where is he? How come he hasn't found her yet? Did he plan this? Is this what he meant by "it's a surprise?" Is this revenge for keeping him on the bottom cabin of the ship when he is captured? Is this to tell her that she should be scared of Spain and be more loyal to him? Or is this just a misunderstanding? An incident? Alice is too confused. The door opened and she saw three people.
"She's still not dead" one said.
"Should we put her on the Spanish Donkey?" one asked.
"I think that is a good idea" the third one said. Alice's eyes widened. Only she could move her dead weight limbs. If only they weren't his people.
Ireland slapped Spain across the face.
"How dare you" she said. Spain stood there and looked at her. She was wearing a green dress trimmed with gold lace. Her brunette hair were in curls that were tied to a pony tail. "It's a honeymoon not a tragedy!" she yelled. "How dare you lose her? goodness-"
"She could've just ran away" France argued defending his silent friend. "She is against the marriage" Gilbert stayed silent.
"Run away? My sister is not a coward you, you wine loving dolt" Ireland retorted. "How dare you imply that? Let's not forget what you have done" she said.
"Let's not forget that you have a strong dislike to her" France sneered. Ireland looked at him. Scotland jumped into the conversation, he did not like the feud between his husband and his sister.
"The more time we waste arguing the more time Alice could be getting hurt-"
"Why should you bother?" Ireland said. "You out of all people inflicted pain on her-"
"You too Ireland you too" Wales said. William wasn't his typical happy book worm self today. No certainly not. He was mad, distracted and most of all, annoyed.
"Quiet all of you" he demanded. He then looked at Spain. "There are two sides to a problem, neither of you is to entirely to blame…but I swear to you Antonio, if I find my sister and she is even more mentally scarred than she is now, I swear to you that I will never let you be with her when this stupid marriage is over." he said in a low voice. "Now give me Ebony, I will take her around town and beyond Spain to look for her"
"I did that already" Spain said. "I've looked through out Spain, I have not fond her" he said. William glared at him.
"I don't care. You missed a place I'm sure of it"
"Not to bring your moods down but…"Prussia finally jumped in the conversation. "Wasn't Romano with her the whole time? Yet why is he here with us? Have you asked him about it?" Gilbert asked. Spain nodded.
"Lovino is highly paranoid because of it… he couldn't recount what happened" Spain said.
"Then a possibility of her going to one of your east Asia colonies is possible" Gilbert mumbled. "Of course she'd be going as a slave" Prussia added. William then slammed the door after that. Ireland looked at Spain.
"How long has she been missing?" she asked.
"Let's see…we've been married for about two months..so I'd say she's been missing for six weeks" Ireland raised her hand, only to slap Scotland as he blocked Spain.
"enough" he said. "sister let's focus on finding her first okay?" he asked. Ireland yanked her hand away from her elder brother and stormed after Wales.
"Will you not admit your sins?" one asked.
"What sins have I committed?" Alice yelled. "For not being Catholic? For not believing in the same things as you? Tell me, what have I sinned about?" she asked.
" stealing one's man" one said. Alice's eyes widened.
"I had no choice! I was forced to-"
"Do you know how much hatred this country has for you?"
"Yes do you?" Alice looked at him, she gasped when she felt the gravity pulled down the weights chained to her feet. The torture device was slowly ripping her in half. She felt a small tear slip out of her eyes when suddenly, a bright light flashed before her eyes.
"Inquisition" Romano mumbled. Belgium looked at Romano.
"What did you say Roma?" she asked as she brushed the little boy's head.
"Alice was taken by an Inquisitor" Romano said. Belgium's eyes widened.
"Roma why hadn't you said anything?" she asked holding the boy by his shoulders.
"I couldn't!" Romano said. "I was scared! I was confused! She could've been summoned by the king, but… I had a dream last night!" Romano began. Belgium looked at him. Romano kept talking. "I was in a field full of flowers with Veneciano, and there was Spain (who was called Hispania back then), France (Gaul) and England (Albion)! We all looked around the same age!" he said as he wiped a tear away. "And then next thing I knew, Alice collapse the moment Rome put a crown of flowers on her head. I saw him carry her, and they both disappeared. The rest of the dream was pitch black and I could hear her cry! I was soo scared I didn't know what to do!" he said holding onto Belgium. Belgium quickly picked him up and ran towards the room where Antonio was talking with the rest. Belgium opened the door and bowed.
"I'm sorry for the intrusion!" she yelled. "But…" she looked down at Romano, Spain's expression softened and he reached out to the small Italian. Belgium handed Romano to him, Romano in return did not hesitate to cling onto the Spaniard.
"Is there something you have to say Lovi?" Antonio asked as he cradled the small Italian in his arms. Romano looked at him and broke down.
"She's taken by a inquisitor!" he yelled. France and Scotland gawked. Prussia covered his mouth as it hang open in shock, Spain looked at Romano. He couldn't see himself, but Spain could tell. He had the look of absolute shock and horror.
Spain kicked the door down, he didn't care. He grabbed the nearest torch and he stormed down the stairs. The room he's in is fairly lighted, the Sun's rays were allowed through small crevices and the window on the top. He faced another door, that's when he pause to listen.
"do you know how much hatred this country has for you?" he heard one asked. Suddenly Antonio heard the prisoner's voice. It didn't come from a sentence from her voice, not a yell, but a small gasp that merely escaped her throat. And that's all it took for the Spaniard to snapped. He opened the door and looked at the horrific image that unfolded before him.
Spain was appalled at the sight. There she was, his beautiful wife, her whole body exposed to three men, chains binding her wrist together, Her hair, being shoulder length now, was a mess, blood oozing out from cuts from unhealed wounds. Her skin was not cream, but pale, white as the snow, her skin hang onto her, she lost a significant amount of weight. He looked at her situation. Black and blue roses were all over her body, rivers of blood were oozing out, he couldn't see her green eyes. The eyes that calmed him down. Instead, they were hidden behind the eyelids that she closed shut as she felt the pain from the bloody contraption. He looked down and saw weights were tied to her ankles, pulling her down to the device that is slowly cutting her in half. He could here her gasping, trying to ignore the pain as she took breath. He watched as she turned her head to face him, she slowly opened her eyelids. Antonio could not forget those eyes. No. They weren't strong, they weren't demanding…they were weak…filled with fear and sadness. The moment his eyes met hers, he heard her scream a blood curling scream. Spain dropped the torch in his hands and grabbed the nearest man to him.
"Get her off that thing now!" he said. They looked at him. "I'm serious or you three will be next for disobeying me" Antonio hissed. They just stared.
"This girl has committed heresy Carriedo" one said. "I fear we can not let her go if she doesn't confess"
"TO HELL WITH THAT" Spain yelled. "Either way you are planning to kill my wife! She is mine and no one else's! If I as much had detested her in the first place I would've already ended and killed her myself!" Antonio said. "And how do you suppose we kill her? She's a nation who represent not only England but Britain" he yelled. "Let's not forget," Spain continued. " That she is the reason why we are keeping the Low Countries. If it isn't for her we'd lose them" he said. "I swear to you, Spain will lose the Low Countries if you kill her, Her elder siblings will sure to bring chaos to this land" Spain warned. "Now get her off that thing" he said. The three of them refused. He pushed them all out of the way, rushed towards Alice, grabbed Ana Maria and broke the chains. He could've killed the three with his beloved axe, but he didn't want to stain her with their blood. One of the three was nice enough to give Spain a wrap for Alice. Spain grabbed it and threw it over her. He picked her up, covered her with the blanket and looked at the three.
"Who ordered you to do this?" he asked. None of them answered. Spain grabbed Ana Maria and swung it at the three. "The next time all of you pull this on her I will see to it that you are executed for killing an innocent woman" he said. "have I made myself clear?" he asked. All three nodded in fear and watched as Antonio ran out of the room.
Belgium and Ireland nearly fainted when they saw the emaciated body of Alice. France nearly punched Spain, but Gilbert stopped him. William held onto Romano, who had a frightened expression while Scotland looked away. Later Ireland fainted when Spain closed the door to his room. Scotland caught her.
"It's all of my fault" Romano said. William messed with the toddler's hair.
"Don't say that"
"If I said something sooner she wouldn't be like that!" he yelled rubbing his eyes. Wales hugged the child and shushed him.
"What's important is that you said something…imagine if you didn't say anything..she would've been worst" he said. "So don't worry about it" he said.
Spain stayed by Alice's side for the whole day. He held her hand and prayed for her to open her eyes. He was disturbed on the how weak her heart was beating. He could barely feel it. Throughout the day servants would knock on the door, asking if the master of the house would like to eat, he would refuse. Ireland, Scotland, Wales, France and Prussia would visit, but he wouldn't let Romano nor Belgium see the horrible sight. By the time it was nightfall, Romano annoyed the Spaniard enough to let him in. Romano sat on his lap while the two looked at Alice.
A bloodcurling scream woke the whole house hold. Spain jumped and saw the sight on in front of him. Alice was hugging herself, cringing and crying.
"Mi Corazon" Spain began. The moment his finger brushed on Alice's bony shoulder, Alice flinched and screamed. Wales and Ireland were first to arrive on the scene. Alice quickly ran to William, though she did stumble as the damaged by the Spanish Donkey hasn't completely healed. Wales held onto his fragile sister.
"Take me home!" she yelled. "Please" she said clinging onto her brother. Wales closed his eyes.
"Antonio can you get a bath ready?" he asked. Antonio nodded.
Ireland accompanied her sister to the bathroom. She helped Alice into the tub and scrubbed her back, cleaning her wounds in the process. Alice began to talk.
" Deur fiur" she began.
"hm?"
"I don't think the people in the high heavens want me to be in love" she said. Ireland paused then continued to clean her sister's back.
"why do you sat that?"
"Because he gave Francis Joan" she mumbled. "When Joan died..so did Francis…well his love for me atleast… and then… now Spain… his people hating me and thinking I'm a heretic…I think that" before she could finish, she began to cry. Ireland hugged her sister.
"It hurts" she said.
"I'm cleaning your wounds that's why"
"It's not that" Alice said. "My heart… I swore that I would never fall in love again" she muttered. " But here I am heart broken because his people do not like me and wishes me dead… I told myself that I won't like him…but the more I spend time with him..the more barriers he brakes…" she mumbled. Ireland sighed.
"You are in love" she said scrubbing away the dirt on her sister's thin arms.
"But I don't want to be" she whispered.
Alice laid down on the bed in Antonio's room. He did not want her out of his sight. Wales sighed and stood up.
"I know I'm not the lord of this house but… I say all of us but Alice and Antonio should leave." he said. Ireland raised a brow.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asked.
"Alice will need time to recover, she can stay here, the weather will benefit her more. I want Spain to be the only one taking care of Alice." he said.
"Not going to happen" Scotland said. Wales flashed a glare at him.
"If you want Alice's trusts issues to get worst be my guest, but if we're going to make this marriage last we need Antonio to rebuild his trust with Alice" he said reaching for the door handle.
"But leaving Albion.." Ireland began. She then looked at her sleeping sister. "You're right. The newly weds deserved more time alone" she said.
"I'll tell Belgium" Scotland said as he walked out of the room. Ireland looked at Wales.
"Cymru…what are you planning?" she asked.
"nothing, I just feel that Alice need this" he said before walking out of the room.
Spain knocked on the door to Romano's room. The little boy slowly opened the door, looked up and saw Spain. Spain smiled at him and picked him up, entering the room. He then sat on the edge of Romano's bed and inspected his little bag of clothes.
"I'm sorry that I have to send you off to the Low Countries" Antonio said. Romano shook his head.
"It's okay, if it means that Alice will get better, I don't mind" he said. Antonio looked at Romano.
"What?" he asked. Antonio smiled.
"You just confuse me Lovi" he said. Romano looked at him.
"How am I confusing you?" he asked. Spain smiled.
"Do you like Alice or do you not?" he asked. Romano looked away from Spain.
"She's good I guess..." Romano said. Spain raised a brow.
"So you approve of her being my wife?" he asked.
"I don't think my opinion matters in your marriage" Romano huffed. Antonio smiled.
"Well Lovi, you'll have to explain yourself because you are confusing me more" Spain paused and put the little boy down. "Do you like or not like Alice? because you're nice to her then your mean to her, you hold onto her then you shun her, I'm just really confused Lovi" he asked. As Romano thought about his answer, he grabbed the hem of his apron.
"Well...it's not like I 'like' her, nor do I 'not like' her" he started. "I'm still trying to find out, I mean there are many reasons for me to like her...but then there are more reasons for me not like her...but she's really nice... though I know...I'm confused" Romano flatly stated out. Antonio laughed.
"I can tell" he said as he messed with the boy's hair. "Mind telling me what you like and not like about her?" he asked. Romano paused on messing with his apron and looked at Spain.
"Well in the two weeks I was with her I found out that she can't cook, but the fact that her Butler can means that she knows how...she just fails at executing it...she treats me like a little boy, she doesn't make me do work, she wants me outside playing with the kids, she makes sure I'm well fed and that I'm alright. She sings me lullabies when I can't sleep, She carries me around, she pays attention to me, a lot. When she's working or planning something, she stops and teaches me some things of it..like navigating with stars" Spain smiled as he heard of these things. "She tells me fairytales, sure they're aren't as nice and dreamy like France's but they are more heroic, more mystical, and I guess you can say that it's fun to listen to her. Oh! she also thought me about flowers and pruning them so they can grow even more beautiful the next year" he said. "but..." When Romano said that word, Spain frowned. "she is a pirate, and I have heard her scream at her subject, I've seen her practice with her sword and shooting...and she did take you captive a couple of times and probably hurt you a lot...and she is taking you away from me" Romano said as he looked away. Spain looked at him and smiled.
"Don't worry Lovi, she won't take me away from you" he said. "She knows the feeling of losing someone and I'm sure she wouldn't want you to feel that way" he assured.
"Also because you love Belgium and not her but you still got married to her because of stupid government and threat of invasion in the Low Countries" Romano said. Spain looked at Romano.
"Would your opinion change if I tell you that I'm fully in love with her?" he asked. Romano looked up at him. Antonio could see a little blush.
"Well...are you?" he asked.
"I don't know yet...but Lovi I think I'm falling" he said. "Well you need to go, I'll see you in three weeks...or 4... I don't remember" Spain said as he picked up the small Italian and his bag.
Alice woke up in the middle of the night. She felt weak, fragile and helpless. One thing she knew for sure, she's not bound by rope and chains. She began to let her hands roam, trying to figure out where she is. For one she was relieved when she felt Fabric hugging her body, and a warm blanket on top of her. She gasp lightly when she felt how thin she was, she was scared. She sat up and kept up trying to figure out the place. Suddenly she touch something. It was soft and silky. She looked down and looked closely to what she just felt. The moonlight, being crescent gave her little light. Suddenly she saw green orbs. The figure moved and scratched his eyes.
"Alice..?" Alice held a gasp when she noticed that it was Spain she was talking to. "Are you okay? Are you hungry?" he asked as he sat up and face her. Alice looked away, but Antonio hugged her by the waist. He rested his head on the crook of her neck.
"I'm so sorry" he began. Alice didn't talk. She just turned her head towards the shoulder where Spain laid his head on. "I didn't mean for you to be in harm's way… I'm sorry.." he said as he tightened his grip on Alice's waist. "I'm" Alice turned around and hugged him. She began to cry.
"I hate you" she said. Spain tightened his hug on her. "I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you" she said.
"I'm sorry" Antonio said. "I didn't sent them I swear to you" he said. Alice looked down at him. "I'm telling the truth!" Spain said. "Please Ali, believe me" he said. Alice didn't move. "Alice please believe me" he said.
"I can't" she said blankly. "I can't believe you...I just can't" she said. Spain felt a tear drop on his head. "I can't trust…anyone… not anymore" she said. Spain looked at her.
"Alice please" he said. She shook her head.
"I want to go home, Back in England-"
"Wales said that you are not going back there until you are recovered"
"I am recovered-"
"No you are not. Alice please. Trust me" he said. Alice looked at him blankly. 'Why is he not taking advantage of me?' she thought. 'Aren't I weak enough to be taken advantage of? I mean he is trying to bed me for this whole time…' she thought. Suddenly she felt Antonio carry her. She gasp and looked up.
"Put me down you git" she hissed.
"Please Alice, do not aggravate me" he said pleadingly. "I don't want to hurt you" he said.
"If you do not want me to aggravate you then put me down!" she yelled. She stopped flailing when she felt Spain hugged her as he walked.
"Please… I can't bare to see you in more pain" he said. Alice's eyes widened and she looked at Spain.
"Antonio.." she said weakly when he began to walk. "exactly what did you see?" she asked. Antonio was silent. Alice finally realized where Antonio was taking her. To the bath. He set her down on the chair and got the water prepared. He brought out a case from the cabinet on the wall and took out a gauze, some ointment. He then looked at Alice.
"I promise you I won't touch you in any lewd way" he said as he pulled the dress off of Alice. Alice looked at him, she felt so weak. Antonio began to unwrap the gauzes around her. Alice would flinch every time the wound would be tugged on, Antonio would stop and look at her. When he was done, he carried Alice and put her in the tub. He then got a small pail of water and soaked the soap there. He began to wash her back. The silence was uncomfortable and Alice had to break it.
"Thank you" she began. Antonio stopped for a second and gawked. "I mean for saving me at least" she said. That's when Antonio dropped the soap and hugged her. He began to cry.
"I didn't save you" he said. "I couldn't find you… it was Romano who told me who caught you" he said. "If anything it's my fault for you being hurt" he said. 'I'm no savior' Spain thought. 'I'm not a savior, if anything I have been nothing but ungrateful to you…I took you for granted…only you going through so much pain made me realize how precious you are to me' Spain hugged Alice tighter.
"Te Amo" Spain said. Alice's eyes widened. She felt Spain bury his head into the crook of her neck. "Te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo" he said repeatedly. Alice sat in the tub, frozen. And out nowhere, she just turned around, caressed Antonio's face and kissed him. She pulled away and the two looked at each other. Emerald eyes met Olive Green eyes. Like magnets of opposing poles, they couldn't keep each other away any longer. Spain kissed Alice softly, then he back away. Alice then kissed him. Spain deepened their kiss when Alice leaned back, nearly making the Spaniard go into the tub. Antonio rest one hand on the edge of the tub, the other was on the back of Alice's head. Alice had her arms wrapped around the Spaniard's neck, pulling her weak body up. They parted to catch their breathes. Their foreheads touched. Antonio listened to Alice breathing. She was taking deep breathes, Antonio on the other hand tried to pace his breath. He moved the hand that was placed on the back of her head to her chin. Alice grabbed the sides of the tub, raising herself up a bit. They slowly closed the gap between them. ' something changed.' Spain thought. 'I don't know what…but… something definitely changed…after this little mishap with Inglaterra… no Alice… I don't think I'll be able to live without her…' Antonio stopped for a second. 'I'm sorry my king…but I'm afraid that the worst case scenario has happened.' His thoughts finished. He stopped his ministration when he heard Alice moaned in pain. He realized that his hand were touching wounds on her back. He back off immediately and looked at her apologetically. He caressed the side of her head and wiped the tear falling from her left eye.
"I'm sorry" he said. "Here I need to wash your wounds. I need to clean them" he said. Alice looked at him then down an turned around. Antonio was disgusted. Every bruise he brushed against (which covered Alice's arm, some of her abs and mostly her legs) made Alice flinch. Every cut made her squirm. He would stop and ask her if she's okay. It seems like every time he touches one of the marks on her body made her have a flashback. Spain dressed her up in a loose dress, he choose not to have her wear a farthingale (hoop skirt). Alice insisted on walking, but a couple of steps and her legs gave. Spain carried her and laid her down on the bed. A minute later, Alice fell asleep. She was huddled close to Spain and she held onto his shirt. Antonio stayed by her side and watched her figure move. She has gotten thinner and paler. He frowned and brushed his hand against her cheek, he tried to forget what France told him when they were Barcelona.
"She has trust issues" France said. "It's not going to be easy to fool her…really Antonio what a sly fox you are, making her fall for you so you can cause her downfall. How conniving of you" he said. Antonio looked at Francis.
"And if I'm serious about falling in love with her?" he asked. France's smile wiped off of his face. He looked grim and mad.
"If you break her heart Antonio I will not be afraid to harm you personally" France said.
"Francis" Antonio said. "I'm sure Alice would not get a broken heart" Antonio said. "I'm here for different matters" he concluded. France raised a brow.
"Is it okay for you to leave an Englishwoman alone in Barcelona?" he asked. Antonio shrugged.
"why does Inglaterra have trust issues?" he asked. France looked sad. He then looked at Antonio.
"That would be my fault" France said. "I cheated on her with Scotland, as you can see we're married now"
"There's something else, I can sense it. She always looked at Belgium with sad eyes, longing eyes-"
"She's scared that it might happen again" France said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Antonio looked at his friend. "Antonio I think I will kill you when all of this ends" he said. Spain raised a brow. France sighed. "She's already fallen for you" France said irritatingly.
"What is she scared about?" Antonio asked. France hesitated, he looked at his friend and saw that he was serious.
"That the same thing with me and Jeanne will happen to you and Belgium" he said. Antonio eye's widened.
"what do you mean?" he asked. France glared at him.
"You're doing it already ma chere" he said. Spain looked at him.
"She's scared that you might choose Belgium over her. In all cases you already did" France said. Spain raised a brow. "Do me a favor and after this honeymoon of yours cut off all contacts with her, unless it's business deals" France said. "Well I have to go" France said she walked off.
Spain looked down at his sleeping wife. He shook his head and kissed her forehead. "You may just be my downfall" he said.
Thank you so much for reading this chapter!
Not much historical notes here. All of them were in Chapter 3, though I think there is a couple.
history notes:
1. A Farthingale/ hoop skirt is the 'frame work' of the dress. I say'framework' because it's what gives the bottom of the dress it's shape. It originated in Spain and it was spread around Europe (as the shape it gave the dress became the preferred fashion).
2. Any questions about the torture devices? PM me, I don't think it would be a good idea to post what each device (mentioned) does. o_o;;;
translation:
fiur: Big Sister (in Irish)
I would like to apologize about Romano. I know he's been nice and mean to Alice and I have an explanation for that. Well, some part of it is influenced from real life experience, not only mine but those in my family. For a quickie my dad's side of the family is prone to divorces, and well our parents move on and find another and then custody and all that lovely package. (I'm sorry if I'm coming off as sarcastic). I figured that Romano would be 'confused' about liking or not liking Alice (for Spain that is, and as a mother) because he is used to Belgium (being Spain's main love interest here) and then suddenly Alice comes into the picture. It's kinda hard to explain for me because I blocked out that portion of my childhood so things are fuzzy. Anyways, I just thought that Romano would be confused and his actions were more like "spur of the moment".
Thank you for addressing the issue, I love you all!
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