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[As probably proven by her first day here, Canada's natural instinct when she wakes up in a strange place is to immediately try to get out. Holland is still asleep beside where she woke up, but that's fine, she'll wake him once she has a plan. Well, a plan that's workingBecause so far, pulling and tugging at the door with all of her considerable

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[It's warm in the room, mostly because of the tux he's wearing, with a yawn he reaches up to tug at his collar, only to feel . . . a tie? And his shirt buttoned all the way. . . he never wore ties, not when he could help it. What had they been doing. . .he sighs, tugging his collar open and rolling onto his stomach.

If he weren't for his notwife cursing at . . . something . . . why couldn't he just fall back asleep. He's trying desperately.]

[welljustwatchme]

[Nothubby you are useless.]

Go ifreann leat, you... ugh. [She is not giving up, apparently.]

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[She should be grateful he hasn't seen her in that skimpy lingerie yet. But that ends when he rolls over with a grumble of complaint.]

What's got you yell--

[Stare. Not even a little shamed about it for a few moments, then he slowly brings a pillow to his chest, smushing his face into it. Red satin? The hell. . .]

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[Canada turns around while he's still staring, but she's too irked at being trapped to connect that and her attire (which is useless for keeping breasts in place, she's already decided; lingerie is stupid).]

Nederland, please be useful.