✤ twenty nine; (my head is at half; i'm searching the clouds for the score)

[windmill]

[He snapped out of his droning a few hours ago.

-and then hadn't said a word about it, quietly checking a calendar- (Missed my own fuckin' birthday? Tch)- and ensuring that Taiwan continued to sleep safely in their bed. He'd silently checked on Saki and Mindy, as well, pausing only briefly at their doorways before gently picking up Chocomeltje

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[wafels]

*She's gotten into the custom of going to his house early every morning, just when he - no, his drone - is getting up and going outside in the early sunlight. She goes to check if he's returned to himself yet, and she goes to make sure that the drone is taking care of Chocomeltje (and to give the poor bunny someone familiar to be with.

He's not there this morning, which is strange. He's always there. And the door isn't fully shut. Inside the house, Chocomeltje's cage is empty - and now that she looks for it, his car isn't in the driveway.

She can see headlights up at the top of the hill overlooking town. It's such a minor coincidence that it almost feels stupid to her to check. But this wasn't like the drone, so

[windmill]

[And he turns, and he looks at her, and for a moment he thinks fuck and nearly gets in the car to drive away again, because what is he supposed to say to her? He doesn't know why he was a drone or why it lasted this long or how to apologize.

Because that's what he needs to do, he knows. Apologize to her, because he broke a promise. Apologize for abandoning her.

Maybe that's why he's come here instead of facing her, ever hesitant to expose his heart, because such a thing is a trifle he pretends not to have at all.]

...

[wafels]

*It's HIM, and there's no mistaking it from the look he gives her. Belgium just looks at his eyes, not moving or saying a word or even breathing; she balls her hands into fists reflexively.

What the hell is she supposed to do? Supposed to say? Supposed to FEEL? She'd felt a deep, cavernous hollow within her chest without him there with her, but now that he was here... he was back here in this stupid, godforsaken town that she hated. Maybe he'd been safe. Maybe he'd been back home. How could she be happy for that?

She doesn't know what to feel. She unballs her hands and just looks at him quietly as tears begin to well up in her eyes.*

[windmill]

...I broke it.

[He inclines his head a little- enough to look at the ground and not her.]

Y'shouldn't have trusted me.

[If you ever did to begin with, he thinks, because doubt will always lick up at the edges of his mind like fire when it comes to her. She has no reason to trust him or his word even when he'd like nothing more than for her to blindly do so.]

i'm going to be super slow, sorry!

[resurrectinto]

[Margot's been coming up to the Point to think. Since losing her eye and the murders that had taken place just a few days ago, she's had a lot to think about.

It's a surprise to find the Netherlands up there, moving to stand (carefully) beside him at the hood of the car. She idly adjusts her hair to make sure it's still mostly covering the right side of her face and eyepatch, staring out the town beyond the summit.]

Well. Good to see your sunny face again.

margot margot margot ;u;

[windmill]

[He doesn't notice the change- not yet. Instead he carefully shifts and moves Chocomeltje and gives a very elegant,]

Fuck.

[...before setting the joint down and turning to her.]

;____________;

[resurrectinto]

[She keeps the left side of her head turned toward him, head cocked like a small bird. The scars are something she's self-conscious about it, and Margot is aware he hasn't seen her with them yet.]

Seems like your rabbit's alright. How she's holding up?

the only woman manly enough to be his bff ;u;

[windmill]

...She freaked out a little at first. Guess she knew I had been a drone.

[he drops off there, awkwardly. the thing is? Netherlands has never been droned before.]

[thatsnotaknife]

[Falls out of a nearby tree.] Ah, shit!

[windmill]

[d

drops Chocomeltje]

[thatsnotaknife]

[Stands up and brushes himself off.] Fucking cheap-as-shit branches...

[windmill]

[S-SCOOPING AND CRADLING HIS RABBIT] The fuck are you doing sneakin' up on me-! [but he doesn't sound that angry because fhgjhdf]

[bornwithskison]

[Elsewhere, not too far away from his parking spot, Norway is hiding in a group of trees with his Troll. He figured getting as far away as he could from the town would do some good, considering he was livid with a few members of his family. What he didn't expect was that familiar scent of smoke floating on by.

He nearly laughs in surprise. He doesn't, though. He remains quiet, exchanging words through silent actions and expressions with the troll.

'He's back.'

'I know. Stinks like him.'

'Talk to him?'

'...Not right now.'

'It's been some time since you've spoken to him, child.'

'I know.'

He cuts the 'conversation' off there, peering out from behind the tree. ...Later.]

[windmill]

[He feels the presence of something not human lurking about, but doesn't look up for it; instead he sits and tries to listen for a while. He hears nothing, but the presence remains.

Eventually he gets off of the car to have a look around.]

[bornwithskison]

[Holding his breath, he signals to be lifted up into the tree where he'd be relatively hidden. The troll remains on the ground where he was previously sitting, the Norwegian's eyes fixed on the bigger nation.]

[windmill]

[Still feeling watched, he wanders about for a while, until his eyes settle upon a place beneath a tree where his vision goes blurry with shadows only half-seen.

There's only one creature he's met in Mayfield who stirs up the flickering remnants of the second sight he had so very long ago, which means that its sole companion cannot be far.

He's silent for a bit, regarding the spot where he knows the troll is.]

...Where is he?

[mr_blandy_bland]

[Who knows his reason to come up here...maybe he wanted to look at the trees or maybe it was just out of curiosity considering he had never been near the area of Makeout Point before.

He emerges from the woods, scratched up with leaves and sticks in his hair. He was going to walk over to the edge and look at the town, but he saw Netherlands. So he just decides to go sit behind a tree instead.]

[windmill]

[His Canada senses are tingling or something, because he looks up just as he disappears behind the tree.] Canada...?

[mr_blandy_bland]

Erk...[He's been found out. He stands up and walks to the other side of the tree.]

Ah...y-you're back.

[windmill]

[he looks at Canada, and of course the first thing he says is:] I'm sorry. [and an admission like that only comes so freely when it's Canada.]