♬ 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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[ 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.

[ voice ]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[;3; <3]

Salkia...? [He huffs.] That's impossible! I've never heard of them, nor have I seen them on the map! And moreover--

[He's silent for a moment, letting that last bit sink in.]

...Now that is simply nonsense, Russia.

[ voice ]

[goldenchime.livejournal.com]

Was of same thought when I came here... but is all being true.

I am from 1866. And Torya and Alnechka - they are being from future. Angleya's floating prison... "Australya", he is as well.

[ Chuckles. ] Unless you are all very ill, I do not think you would be lying to me. Da?

[ voice ]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

...I don't believe a word of this. And what purpose would there be in lying to you?

[ voice ]

[goldenchime.livejournal.com]

None at all! In fact, would be very bad lying to me! This is being why I believe in time-differences, da?

[ voice ]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

It's an absolutely ridiculous concept. [And so is suddenly showing up on an island.] I don't see how anyone could accept it.