one.

[welljustwatchme]

A: action upstairs at 1447 Mitchell Road

[Immediately upon waking, Canada's fully aware nothing's right, nothing's as it was. Which has her in panic mode, ready to fight anything that comes at her while she explores the room she woke up in. It's nice, in its own way, except the door is locked and the drop from the window is a bit more than she's

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B

[theseineone]

Ah, we are? [Counting on her, that is.] I was not aware.

[welljustwatchme]

Excuse me, who are you?

[theseineone]

I am la république Française, mademoiselle, as I'm sure you would know if Belgique and I were counting on you so much! I will assume you are just confused, what with all this kidnapping going on...

[welljustwatchme]

Non, monsieur, I'm sorry. But I know France quite well and you are not her.

B

[hwamei]

[ Hi guess who's on the welcome committee. She's at Canada's doorstep with a box of freshly baked pineapple cakes.

Ringing the doorbell once. Twice. Three times. ]

[welljustwatchme]

[Canada is waiting for anyone else in the household to go deal with it, but okay, this is apparently mother of the house duties now. She looks decidedly unwelcoming as she goes to open the door, though she's stopped carrying around potential weapons.]

... Can I help you?

[hwamei]

Welcome to Mayfield! [ Here, have a welcoming gift too! ] It's a scary place, but don't worry, we're here to help you out. I'm Taiwan!

[welljustwatchme]

Japan's little brother? [Canada's friend-making skills are the best.]

[tomatatas]

You know Belgio and Francia? [A new voice, vaguely tinged with a French accents is the the only thing that gets Romana's attention. As feminine as it sounds, the chances of it being someone she actually knows... she doesn't know why she keeps hoping.]

[welljustwatchme]

[There's the tiniest of hesitations, because her brain automatically tells her that voice is familiar.]

Yes. France fairly well, at least. She's my mother.

[tomatatas]

... Canada? [Her surprise is evident in her voice. But it has to be Canada, right, she called France he mother, which meant France was a woman. Finally.]

[welljustwatchme]

Yes. Umm... Italia Romana?

A

[backinblackcity]

[Hilda wasn't really expecting knocking on the door just when she was waking up (or maybe that was what woke her). As it is, she inches down to the door in question, unlocks it, opens it, and hops back, not sure what she's expecting.

If she has to, she can let Samurott back out. His Pokeball is in her hands.]

[welljustwatchme]

[Well, whatever Canada was expecting, it was not this girl. She lowers her hands, but keeps the belt, just in case.]

... Hello. Where am I?

[backinblackcity]

[Hilda keeps her grip on her Pokeball. She wasn't expecting a woman asking questions.]

Um, this is Mayfield. Oh, did you just wake up...?

[welljustwatchme]

Yes. Where is Mayfield? [She's trying to peer around Hilda, out into the hall.] Since you answered my English I'm going to assume this is Allied territory, in which case I need to speak to whoever's in charge.

[thatsnotaknife]

Ooh, a way out... Now, see, love... That might be a lil' bit difficult...

[welljustwatchme]

[Oh, thank goodness, someone else who could pass for a British soldier.]

You're Australian!

[thatsnotaknife]

[Sighs.] Yeah, yeah, yank. 'm Australian. "G'day, crikey, put another shrimp on the barbie." Happy?

[welljustwatchme]

Yes! Not because of that, though, but because you can help me because we're on the same side. Look, I have to get back to the Canadian camp in West Flanders. It's very important.