leavemariaalone | { 001 } voice: German

[this should be easy, he should be able to find this...]

Is that where you're staying? [walking, walking...well, there are buildings on each side of him] ...Which one?

...Yes. Do you not remember? This isn't the first time you've been here...

[ She won't facepalm. She won't. ] The Latimir complex. It should be either directly in front of you, the closest one to you, or to your right.

[he stops, grunting a bit as he does; war wounds] No...not at all.

Of course. [mission get next to building: accomplished. Whether it's the right one or not...well, he has no idea.] There's a park in front of me.

[ Hungary's task just became easier, and there's a sigh of relief on her end. ]

Turn around until you're facing the buildings. There should be three in front of you, and one all the way to your left. Go straight, and there are three more buildings behind them. It's the one furthest to the left.

[he will attempt to manage this, those are simple enough directions...but just in case he's muttering them]

Turn...three to the left...straight...left... Hungary. I don't mean to be a bother, but... [tone of voice has a hint hint, 'please come find me' and spoiler alert: he's at the wrong building]

[ Yes, she had anticipated that this would happen. Poor Austria and his lack of direction, even when simple ones were given to him. Insert face palming here.

What is that? It's nothing other than a concerned Hungarian exiting her apartment building, searching for that familiar face fretfully. His aristocratic dress cannot be exactly missed in the midst of ruins, also known as Discedo.

WATCH OUT AUSTRIA, THERE'S A HUNGARY FLYING AT YOU. Okay, well not actually flying, but moving rather quickly with her arms wrapped around his torso in a warm but brief hug. Here, have the sound of her shifting somewhat awkwardly afterward and latching onto his wrist gently but firmly, sort of tugging him in the direction of the correct building with an amused smirk that pretty much says 'I knew it'. ]

It really isn't safe out here, and I can't say that everyone here is trustworthy. I would have found you earlier, had you asked.

[Confused as he is, he's doing pretty well with keeping himself calm. A tad frazzled and disoriented but calm nonetheless. He tossed the communication device in his hands; the German girl had told him it was a magic box, and it had the power to send voices back and forth. It was...it was unlike anything he'd ever--

--why hello there, Hungary, that's your warm body hugging him rather suddenly, pulling him from his thoughts. He blinks; she has his wrist and undivided attention now. Totally not blushing, not at all, what is embarrassment you speak of? And did she get a little bigger?]

I-I'd rather not have disturbed you at all. [He clears his throat, ready for her to pull him wherever; he'll follow without question.] It's rather improper of me.

[ No, he's completely blushing and she sees this quite clearly. However, she'll choose to be kind and smile encouragingly at him instead. Whoever said slightly intimidating nations couldn't be kind when they wanted to be? ]

You aren't bothering me, not at all! It would be cruel for me to leave you out here, where you could easily get hurt by some...grotesque thing, or even Prussia, though I suppose he falls into the same category... [ Her voice is laced with reassurance and what is that, a hint of entertainment at her own joke his proper ways? After all, she does hit others with frying pans and run around in meadows quite often back home...Not very lady-like, but she does her best to appear so. ]

[ And she's still dragging him but now, into the apartment building and leading him toward their destination, but her voice is a little more meek when she speaks. ] Oh, and you don't have to stay with me permanently if you don't wish to. There should be vacant rooms left...

[He grimaces; he was honestly hoping Hungary would be the only nation he'd see here. And Prussia was definitely that last person he wanted to see.]

That...that pompous idiot is here? [Oh, fabulous...just what the losing nation needed. He sighs and lets himself get dragged, it's quite nice, actually, not having to necessarily focus on where one was going.]

[Hm, the building doesn't look very nice. At all. Definitely nothing compared to his rococo courts and beautiful cathedrals. And he's just looking at the hallway. This was going to be a long dream...and, again, Hungary has him a tad flushed and gaze-averting. Just a bit.] It wouldn't be fair of me to take up any of your space, but...if I may stay with you for a while, that would be pleasant. [He had no real intention of living in one of these uncouth living quarters alone, but it was only polite.]

[ Leave it to Hungary not to miss that grimace and make an attempt to avoid said subject. ] As are most of the others. America, England, France, Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway, Sweden, China, Korea, Belarus, Russia, Poland, Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia...and Canada, as well. [ Of course she didn't almost forget about Canada's existence. Who would possibly do such a thing? ]

[ She simply nods her head, leading him up to the third floor where her apartment resides. It doesn't exactly embody the glory of Vienna but it's clean in the very least, and that tulip plant the scientist had given her brightened its features considerably. Now, who is glad they had taken care of the room regardless of not having to share it previously? Yes, that's right, Hungary is. ]

It isn't much, but it's safer than the street and a place to sleep. I suppose it's home for now.

[That's a lot of countries, and he only vaguely remembers hearing about a few of them in passing conversation. So he just nods, furrowing his eyebrows together. Note to self: ask what England's colonies are doing here later.]

[Hungary was always his favorite maid, and his appreciation for her existence just went up a few notches. He looks around the room, taking it all in, not quite sure what he could compare it to. But it's clean, well-kept, and there's even a flower; it'll do.]

Yes...for now. [He sighs and tugs at his cravat a bit.] How long have you been residing here? Alone, I take it...

[ The more the merrier if you ask her, except in the case of Prussia. No one but Denmark wants him around, since he could never have any chance at winning a war by himself. Fff, the Prusso-Danish empire. ]

Since November. [ And then she pauses from adjusting her uniform, blinking in an almost bemused manner. Oh, wait, he could have been taken during a different month. ] November here, that is. I've heard that time works differently here than it does back home.

[And he'll find out all about that in time.]

[It's definitely late February when he's from, but he'll withhold that information for now. For the sake of not confusing himself.] What month is it now?

It's January and the third year since the first arrivals here, I believe. That's what I've heard from others. [ Hungary is flitting through the room now, for the sake of what else but having something to do rather than standing there oddly. Or squashing him into a hug...whichever comes first.]

For the most part everyone here is quite nice, though others... [ Here, have a grimace of distaste as an emphasis. ]

[Austria's used to standing without much purpose other than to look nice and listen, but he'll take to leaning against the wall. Hopefully inconspicuously, of course, he doesn't want to be obvious about it.]

...I see. [Maybe this isn't a dream. If the boxes are magic, then why not this world? It's illogical, yes, but there's really no other explanation.]

[He notices the grimace, and his lips purse into a line for a moment.] Aren't pleasant, I imagine?

A bit...frightening. [ Not that Hungary could be frightened, of course. Her frying pan could send nearly anyone into oblivion. ] Denmark is constantly loud, England ripped off his shirt...live on the communicators, mind you. And then, Canada was talking about how he drew on his....vital... [ She trails off, her face turning a bright hue of red before she turns her face out of his line of vision and fiddles with the plant centered in the room. ]

But I would advise against going outside, because of the monsters and not everyone is the nicest. Others have gotten shot, after all.

I wouldn't trust that any of them are necessarily in their right mind, then... [He sighs. He's blushing a bit, too, what with all that indecency.]

I'd rather not if I can help it. Dreadful out there, really. [He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.] How are Russia and France fairing? I haven't seen them since the negotiations were made. [Austria could care less about Prussia and just heard more than he ever wanted to about England.]

[ She halts her movements, turning to stare at him inquiringly. Or like he's grown a third eyeball, actually. ] Negotiations? We're in the middle of World War I, Roderich. [ Until that lightbulb goes off in her head, and some recognition is shining through. Of course he would be from a different time period. ]

Francis is well, though Prussia has been attempting to stake claims on territory that isn't his. As for Russia, he's...as frightening as he's always been.

[Austria stares at her, eyebrows again furrowed quite close together.] World War? What are you talking about?

[So everything's dandy and normal, that's great. Well, as far as he knows.]

[ Cue the face blanching. All color is no longer visible in her face, until that flustered blush reappears seconds later. There's no easy way to describe World War I, really. ] It's 1916. We declared war on Serbia, and allied with Germany. Prussia's younger brother?

[ And now she's rushing toward him with her usual concern, frantically placing her hand upon his forehead. Nothing odd there, especially no fever. Hungary removes her hand, stepping back to allow a considerable amount of distance between them. ] ...Oh. You don't remember... [ She turns her back to him and paces toward her plant, a solemn expression etched onto her features. ]

You don't remember our compromise, I presume?

[Honestly, he'd like to check to see if she was feeling unwell. 1916? What is this madness?]

It's 1763, and if by compromise you mean your assistance in the war over Maria's succession, I do remember and am quite thankful for it.

[Austria blinks, gets off the wall and follows her. Must have answers.] When did Prussia have a younger brother? I've never heard of 'Germany' all my life!

Not that compromise, Austria. The compromise of 1867. [ No, she's not upset at all and she's totally not plucking dead flowers from her plant and tossing them kind of angrily. Of course not. Don't mind her and her current frustration and/or rage toward the scientists. ]

[ Even after he's followed her, she's still going to keep her back to him. Oh, Hungary. ] For at least a century, if not more. He's been quite sweet, actually.

[Austria sighs, he at least knows that much about women to know when they're upset. What to do about it, though, well, give him a sec to remember everything he's read/heard.] I'm...I'm afraid no such thing exists for me quite yet. [He's genuinely sorry, but there's nothing he can do about it.]

[Something related to Prussia being sweet? It's safe to say that's the last thing he expected.] He has, has he?

[ She's still sulking considerably, but at least she's stopped fiddling with the plant and has moved on plucking out any living flowers. A girl has to have her accessories, you know. ] It wasn't important, anyway. [ Actually, it's probably more significant than anything, but she doesn't want a fainting Austria. Her timid words are followed by a sigh, nearly contradicting them. ]

Oh, yes. Germany is a sweet boy. If only Gilbert had grown up in a similar fashion. [ She won't mention that she used to beat up Austria, or how she assisted Prussia in beating up others, of course. ] But according to England and the others who are from a later time than my own, Prussia ceases to exist in the future.

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