leavemariaalone | ♬ 001 { accidental video }

[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.]

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Do you want me to come find you so I can stand in front of you?

...Perhaps that would be for the best. [In his time, Italy's still his maid, so excuse his expecting-ness.]

[It took a Italy a few minutes to locate Austria but he was able to do so. He saw Austria sitting on the bench and he ran over to him.]

Austria! Hug [He yelled as he hugged the other man and let go.]

Do you feel better seeing me in front of you?

[Ow ow ow ow, war wounds, ow. But he can't blame the kid, he's hid them well.]

Y-yes, Italy, I do. [Even though the idea of Italy being a boy is still odd, he finds it comforting that he's there.] Now could you please tell me where we are?

I'm happy to see you too!

I don't know! Isn't it pretty here?

It's...beautiful, yes, I suppose. [He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looks around.] Is this one of those 'colonies' England has been toying with as of late?

I think it is! [He smiles at him widely but at the word England he looked around] England and America are both here.

Hey Austria why do you have bruises on your face? Were you fighting someone

England and that rowdy colony of his? [He furrows his eyebrows, and the creases only deepen at Italy's next questions.] Yes...I was fighting Prussia, Spain, and France, do you not remember?

Oh that was a long time ago! Its 1943 now!

[Pats Austria on the shoulder] Don't worry you will catch up!

[He's too stunned to react to that pat. 1943?] Pardon me, but what? Italy, it's 1748, are you alright?

[Don't mind him as he stares at you for a few seconds]

[Pats Austria some more] Wow you must have hit your head really hard! Of course its not 1748! I was only a kid then! There's a war world going on and I'm allies with Germany!

Hey...I'll be your ally too Austria!

I did not hit my head! [Prussia did. Multiple times.] And while I appreciate your offer, you act as if you have your independence and as if this "Germany" fellow exists!

[Stares at you some more.]

Germany does exist! He's one of my friends! All he eats are squishy potatoes and sausages. They are good but not as good as pasta.

....Maybe you should lay down Austria! Obviously you hit your head to hard!

[He makes to stand up haughtily, wobbles, and just plops right back down. Pathetic aristocrat is pathetic.] Ugh...Italy, I'm not...delusional, nothing of the sort! The last I checked, there was no such nation as "Germany"!

[As Austria plopped back down, Italy looked at him with concern. Obviously he was not feeling himself right now.]

Wait right here! [Italy ran off to return a few minutes later with a huge plate of pasta.]

Here eat this, it'll make you feel better! [With that he sits next to Austria and pats him on the shower] pat pat pat pat

[...Okay, that was cute. Finding the act endearing, he takes the plate, not questioning where it came from, as if it were a normal occurrence.]

Thank you, Italy. [He takes a hesitant bite, feeling awkward not eating at a table, but he was hungry, now that he thought about it.]

[Italy stared at Austria for a second before smiling at him. Austria had never thanked him for anything.]

Sure thing! [He continues to pat him on the shoulder]

[It's rare, and he means it when he does. And with the polite, slow style of the eating aristocrat, he finds time between bites to speak.]

Italy, how is it that you know how to use this...communication device, you called it?

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