♬ 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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[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

Still not sure how she pulled that off. Oi, you get a house, no complaining. I hate being cooped up. [Don't worry, Austria, we're nearing the place with the houses and stuff like that, you can lie down soon.]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[Whether it's a puffy face or a pout, he doesn't look happy by that. The sight of the houses brings him some relief, although he is confused by the style. Not exactly what he's used to, not by far. He could accept it as a make-do until a way was found off Salkia, but nothing more.]

Hm. Which one is it? [His voice is weaker than before, thanks to the previous bout of talking.]

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

Ah... Think it's this one. [Stops outside of the house that matches Austria's key I'm not looking it up again. and momentarily lets go of Austria's arm to awkwardly open the door while still keeping his other arm around Austria's waist.]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at the number on the house, again confused as to why it's there, other than to be convenient.] House Ten? It's as if she's numbering us. ["Like prisoners" is just on the tip of his tongue.]

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure it's just the address, mate.

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

The address...? [Mr. 1748 knows nothing of this 'address,' much less house numbering.] This Salkia child is odd, and so are you, if you don't mind me saying. [He nods his head towards the open door.] Shall we go in?

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

Lot's of people call me that... [Helps Austria in then, heading over to the couch so Austria can sit down.]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[Sitting, it is nice, and he makes himself comfortable, happily surprised by the couch's softness.] This furniture is quite nice. [He puts a hand on his side without fulling realizing it, letting out a small breath as he does.] Your assistance is appreciated, Australia.

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

Welcome, mate, anytime. You okay there or do ya need me to take a Captain Cook at it?

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

A what?

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

A look.

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

...I'd rather you not. [...but, thinking about it, he hadn't been looked at properly just yet.] I'm a nation, like you, I'll be fine with time.

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

If you're not gonna take your shirt off on your own, I'm gonna have to do it myself and Hungar the Horrible won't like it if we do that without letting her watch. So come on, lemme see.

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

[He's only...slightly familiar with her strange obsession over boy-on-boy, and it takes a few moments for him to process who Australia was talking about. Once he does, he blushes, because, well, it's true and he can't deny it.] I-I see...I thought it was merely a rumor...

[He looks up at Australia, he does not want to, but if he insists...gives in way too easily, this boy] ...I hope you know what you're doing.

[And about...five layers later, he's down to just his pants, face red with embarrassment. Insert poorly bandaged wounds here, still splotchy with blood and open wounds, as well as plenty of bruising. They're going to leave nasty scars, that's for sure.]

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

[Wolf Whistles and looks sympathetic.] You have been through the wars, haven't you? Don't worry, mate, I've done this before. Just gimme a sec to find the first aid kit! [Runs off to ransack the house- sorry, Yuuki- and eventually he finds a first aid kit somewhere idk if it would actually have one.]

[leavemariaalone.livejournal.com]

I have a certain trio, one member in particular, to give the credit to. [Bitter voice is bitter, and he quickly looks to the side while he waits. It was strange having the wounds out in the open after having them underneath all the layers he wore, but at least he didn't feel as hot as before. If the first aid kit didn't exist before, it does now.]

[withgoldensoil.livejournal.com]

Was it Frankie? All I remember about Europe back then was that everyone who spoke German hated France. [He kneeled in front of Austria and unwrapped the messy bandages before gently cleaning the blood away with a damp cloth.]

[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.