Armenia's Amnesia

She blinked at the Spaniard. "My clothes? I....no. I never even thought about checking them." Her eyes widened with the realization. Perhaps something would be there. Her hands franticly fumbled about her clothes. (( And no, she DID NOT strip. )) She attempted to find tags, searched in pockets, peered through sleeves. A frown set upon her pink lips, until an idea dawned on her. "Er, Spain. Do you think you could check the inside tag of my shirt for me?" (( NOT PERVY )) She turned her back to him. "If you wouldn't mind...."

(( XXDD *Enjoys the suggestion she had Spain brought up.* eue
Is she the kind of person that would have her name printed inside of her clothing? *Wouldn't know.* ))

(( Dohoho! XD/SHOT
Anyways, I don't think so. I kind-of like Scotty's magical brain revival idea. That is, if Scotty would POST. BI We should harass Scotty. ))

Spain tugged on the rim of Armenia's shirt, and folded it out a bit do he could read the tag. He examined the tag for a minute, then the rim or Armenia's shirt, releasing it after not being able to find her name printed anywhere. "Lo siento, I couldn't find your name."

(( Short post is short. Blegh. ))

The brunette's eyes fell in defeat. She was hoping that at least that would work. Was there nothing she could use to regain her memories? How was she supposed to figure out who she was? Suddenly feeling desperate, she clambered over to the Scott, gripping at his shirt. "Please. You said you could use magic, right? Then please help me remember something with it! I'm begging you..." Her grip loosened, realizing how lamely desperate she sounded. She collapsed on the bed, holding her face in her hands. "I'm sorry, I just.....don't want to feel helpless like this...."

(( Short/late post is short~ 8D ))