♬ 001 { accidental video }

[leavemariaalone]

[He's woken up in Salkia Park, just as injured and bruised as he was after the war, granted his wounds have been dressed with the exceptions for the scrapes and splotches on his face. Amidst all the layers he's wearing, he's yet to notice that he's sitting on a strange, not-18th-century object that has turned on and is taping the grass, hello grass, nice to meet you.]

--on Earth am I?

[He shifts around, moving to get up but lord he is much too tired to do it right the first two times, groaning when he tries.] This is ridiculous! That pompous idiot couldn't have done that much damage! [Frustrated, he at least pushes himself up, switching to sitting on his knees--ow, bad idea, the thighs, they aches--and leaning forward against a bench. Now the video can see this, his bent back and heavy breathing.]

Ngh...that wheelchair wouldn't be too terrible of an idea right about now. [Now he looks back, just to take in his surroundings, when he notices the LP. He reaches for it, grimacing as he does, and lifts it from the ground, staring at it all puzzled-like.]

Such an odd object...one of England's, perhaps. [His eyes flick to the corner, and his brows furrow together tighter.] A key? I've never seen one like it... [He makes to put it gently on the bench, but moves too fast, ouch war wounds, and drops it on the wood instead, ending the transmission.]

Comments

[nomnompasta.livejournal.com]

Hello Austria!

Don't worry you will figure it out!! Do you need help?

[voice]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[Oh shit, the machine talked! He fumbles with it, and gets to a point of finally trying to reply.]

Th-the box, it--! [but...but this person knew his name, which just makes it worse]

[voice]

[nomnompasta.livejournal.com]

Its a communication device. I don't exactly know what it does.

Its nothing to be afraid of!

[voice]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

...Italy? [He's only recently heard Italy's big-boy voice, and his panic has significantly calmed after hearing him. After all, one good thing that came from the war was his continued possession of Italy.]

Italy...I'm afraid you're making less sense than usual. Your voice is...[he pokes at the LP, his hands causing static] it's coming from this odd...communication device, you said?

[video]

[nomnompasta.livejournal.com]

Austria! You do recognize me!

[The LP shakes and static occurs and beeps but eventually Italy can be seen in the LP.]

You can do video too!

[voice]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

Of course I do, for whom exactly do you take me for?

[with a yell he drops/throws the LP away from him, panicked beyond reason]

Y-your face! What in the name of--! [He's just...going to stare at the LP, touching it is out of the question unless he can be convinced otherwise]

Re: [voice]

[nomnompasta.livejournal.com]

Well you didn't seem to recognize me at first!!

[He stares at him as he drops it.]

Is there something wrong with my face? I thought that it looked like it usually does!

[ voice ] /spams you :>

[goldenchime.livejournal.com]

...

[ Slight sigh. ]

Avstreya. Even you...

[ voice ] <3

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[Really, the magic box needs to stop talking, it's going to give him a heart attack or something.]

Mein Gott...Russia? [His voice is farther away, as he's promptly shoved the LP down the length of the bench from himself.

[ voice ]

[goldenchime.livejournal.com]

Da, is me. Privyet.

[ Chuckles as he pictures Austria doing just that. The aristocrat was his on-again-off-again ally, and back home Roderich was hovering toward the negative of the spectrum. But, with this island, you never knew... ]

Do not be afraid of box~ Mmh... what year is it for you, Avstreya?

[ voice ]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[Austria's in a period of Russia-neutral-feeling-ness, but more positive than negative. But he still refuses to retrieve the LP, it's scary English magic.]

I'm far from afraid! [Huff puff!] It's...[he sighs, talking to an inanimate object isn't exactly his brand of sanity] it's 1748, Russia, as it is everywhere else.

[ voice ]

[goldenchime.livejournal.com]

[ If it had anything to do with England, Russia would have smashed it to bit by now. For the moment, he only laughs again - airy and only mildly cruel. ]

Not~ here~

[ voice ]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[good God, Peter the Great, you've done wonders, he's effectively scared, just a bit]

...Where is 'here,' exactly?

ooc

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

Um...I derp'd and accidentally deleted Russia's reply when I was trying to delete Austria's :D;; so, um...yeah.

[ voice ]

[goldenchime.livejournal.com]

{ooc; pfft, it's alright~ /can't remember what exactly was written though ;3;}

Have been told is island in it's own ocean, named "Salkia," da?

[ His smile can be heard in his voice. ]

And... the people here... they are being of the future.

1/2

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

Rod! You okay, mate?!

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

... Good ta see ya, by the way!

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[this 'communication device' really ought to stop scaring him, it's becoming worrisome]

...Hardly. Who exactly is speaking to me? [his voice is shaky, but he's trying hard to quell it]

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

It's me, Aussie! Christ, pay attention, would ya? Where are ya, mate, I'll come give ya a hand.

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

Aussie...? [Now he's just frustrated and in pain.] I assure, you, I've no idea who you are, therefore it is impossible that you are acquainted with me!

[...but the offer of help is tempting] I...I doubt a hand would help me.

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

... [I don't have a sadface icon appropriate enough for Australia's current expression, so use your imagination.] Australia? I used to be England's colony? Between the South Pacific and Indian oceans? What year is it?

I'll give you two.

[always-tea-time.livejournal.com]

[Hm well this is new and unusual.]

Austria, now you're here too?

[voice]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[Hello there, I-distracted-France-and-only-that, he can't say he's thrilled to hear your voice, but he's, admittedly, relieved of some stress.]

On a god-forsaken island speaking to an object that appears to project voices and faces? [He's so unhappy, it's ridiculous.] Yes, I'm here, as well. Might I ask who else is?

[video]

[knightly-aches.livejournal.com]

...M-Mr. Austria?? [you are the only one who would speak like this]

Are you alright? Oh! Um--What year is it?

[voice]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[Video option is what's still scaring the pants off this guy, so forgive him for his unsure tone of voice, however shaky his words may be.]

...One of the Baltic states, am I correct?

[He rolls his eyes, not that Liet can see that.] 1748, as it ought to be in every part of the world.