♬ 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.]

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[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[He winces at both actions, clenching his jaw as to avoid showing any visible signs of discomfort.] If by 'Frankie' you mean 'France,' then yes, he was one of them. He's quite annoying, more ought to hate him.

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

I've always got on okay with 'im, but I reckon he's mellowed out a bit by my time. [Starts to wrap new banadages around the wound.] I know him and pommie used to hate each other.

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs one shoulder, and then quirks an eyebrow at him.] Used to? You mean to tell me they've stopped?

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

... Well, they don't really try to kill each other and they were allied for a while. Still argue all the fucking time though.

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

Then your time isn't as odd as I thought. A world where those two didn't argue...[He scoffs, and watches Australia bandage him up.] I can't even imagine it.

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

They're mates, really! I'm sure of it! [Australia's mind is an interesting place.] They're just playing around, most of the time.

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[That it is...Austria wouldn't mind never being allowed in there.] I doubt that. France, perhaps, he's one to travel down that particular path more often than not.

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

[You will succumb! Sooner or later. (http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e137/Oozaruangel/4425293.jpg)] He's a good bloke, when he's not trying to get in your pants, dunno why everyone's always complaining about him. [... Glares at your wounds.] Besides this, obviously.

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[...That's hilarious but equally a bit scary. Where do you find thiiiis?] That's precisely the problem! I don't appreciate anyone, especially the likes of him, peering through my window every chance they get! And to put those filthy paws on me... [He looks quite disgusted, he's had his share of unwanted France encounters.] Not to mention the Bourbons.

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

[Pixiv. They've actually got quite a bit of Australia/Austria stuff.] Yeah, I reckon it might be a bit more annoying when you live so close... Can't say I've ever had him peeking through my windows.

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[Ohh, do they have a tag?] Be grateful. I'm afraid frying pans don't always do the trick in keeping him away. [He glances down at his wounds, raising an eyebrow.] Are you finished, yet?

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

[... I only just found this out, but yes. ラリトリア. Australia is 濠くん.] I'd have thought Hungar the Horrible would be enough to scare anyone away! [Tightens the bandage a bit.] Hold your horses, mate, almost done.

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[Woot! Thankies~] France is a special breed of moron. [He winces and purses his lips, not looking all too pleased.]

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but all you Euros are a bit special. [Finishes bandaging! And pokes it for good measure.] There you go, mate!

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

In much better ways, I would hope. [Have a small huff-pout aimed your way. But then he looks down and finds that it's much better off than before.] Hm, I'm impressed. My thanks. [And have a courteous nod, now.]

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

Sure, but you're all a lot more alike than you act. You're welcome.

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[He scoffs, but it's light-hearted.] Now that I doubt, especially. [He folds his hands on his lap, looking off to the side.] You've been here longer, I suspect. Where would I hire someone in the proper trade to build me a walking cane of some sort?

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

There's shops in town where you can buy stuff, someone there'll have one. If they don't I can try working something out for ya, but you might wanna stick to resting for a little while still.

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[He nods, making note of that. Shops aren't entirely foreign to him, so less culture shock there getting there and back without a map, on the other hand...] That would be best. And what am I supposed to use as currency, if it exists?

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

There's a currency! I got a job to get my hands on some cash, far as I can tell that's what everyone does. [So good luck living the aristocratic lifestyle here, mate.]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

A job? You mean you're a member of the working class? [Oh, he looks so, so confused. What is this working for money.]

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

Most people are, mate. [Is mostly amused.]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

In your time, I assume. [Of course, he means 'nations' in response to 'people.' He sighs and straightens up, rubbing at the bandages. Still impressed, here.] If you'd like to leave, you may. I do appreciate your help.

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

You want me to go?

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

Not...necessarily, but if you are needed elsewhere, don't feel obligated to stay here. [Not making direct eye contact while saying that, nope.]