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[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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A

[gezellighe]

[Just as he was heading down the hallway to unlock the door for the drone wife, he hears a few loud bangs. Netherlands pauses.

That was odd for the drone wife; she never banged on the door. He slips the lock open, the pushes the door slowly, looking into the room cautiously.]

[welljustwatchme]

[Aaaaand that's when she slips the belt around his neck from her space beside the door, tugging hard and down on both ends of the straps.]

Where am I?

[gezellighe]

[He coughs, weezing until he can't anymore without some kind of airflow. Holland attempts to reach behind him for her, trying to get any kind of grip, because he can't talk when he can't breathe, Canada.]

[welljustwatchme]

[This seems to occur to her after a moment.]

I'll let you go but if you attack me, I'll consider it an act of war. [Message delivered, and because she is still just a little too trusting, she doesn't wait for any sort of acknowledgement before letting up on the belt.]

B

[politerudeness]

...I do not think Belgium-san is here, but I know that France-san is. Ah, but if it's an explanation that is required, than I can provide it.

[welljustwatchme]

Umm... alright, who are you?

[politerudeness]

Ah, I am Japan. It is a pleasure to meet you. A fellow nation, correct...? I do not believe we have met before...

[welljustwatchme]

I... uh. Yes. But no. I mean... I'm Canada.

B

[hontobakabaka]

"Miss... I think that France is somewhere in town if you are talking about the humaniform version of the country, but he makes me a bit nervous. I don't know Belgium though, would Japan or Taiwan help?"

[welljustwatchme]

I've already ran into both of them. Thank you very much, though.

( b: phone )

[pasodoble]

Belgica, really? Are you a friend of hers?

( ( France is not important. ) )

[welljustwatchme]

Umm. His. Yes. Sort of. I mean, we're not terribly close or anything like that, but still.

[pasodoble]

His? Are you sure you don't mean her brother?

[welljustwatchme]

I'm sure... [She sighs. Is Romana seriously the only nation here she knows?] Answer me this, please: are you familiar with a gentleman named France?

B

[commie_island]

You know Belgium?

[welljustwatchme]

Yes.

You do, too, then?

[commie_island]

Course I do. Known her since I was little.

[welljustwatchme]

[There's a little sigh, and now she's sounding terribly dejected.]

Oh, I see. Who are you?