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[fourseasons]

[The video comes on to show... well. It’s hard to see just yet with how Japan keeps shifting. But he eventually straightens himself and angles the communicator towards himself and Netherlands, who are squashed together awkwardly on a couch, Netherlands obviously attempting to stay perfectly still as he smokes. Japan gives Netherlands a certain sort of look (probably meaning to express “It’s on!”) before addressing the camera again.]

Ah, hello to those who are seeing this. I am Japan. [He even gives a little bow of his head to the camera before looking to Holland with clear expectation.]

[Netherlands, for his part, barely inclines his head - that’s all he’s willing to do at the moment.]

...Hm. [Japan seems to realize this with a sort of troubled face and just faces the camera again.] And this is Holland-san.

[Netherlands abruptly straightens up at that, throwing over a flustered glance as he huffs.]

Introductions are only polite... [Another look from Japan, this one almost scolding.]

[A low mumble that’s lost to anyone other than Japan, and he relents.] Yeah. I’m the Netherlands. [That’s really all he wants to say.]

Ah, so, forgive me if this message is rather unorganized, as we are still doing our best to find a way to deal with such a thing, but it seems that this sort of situation is--

We wanna know what the hell is goin’ on, here.

[Japan visibly stiffens at that, whirling his head to stare at Holland. How blunt... He’s obviously a bit... offended.]

[Netherlands shoots him a small look out of the corner of his eye - what?]

I suppose if it must be put in such a way... [He glances away from Holland with an exaggerated sigh.] Yes, we would like to know such a thing.

An’ if there are ashtrays here.

...Thank you in advance. [Japan’s looking just plain flustered by now, but he shuts off the feed to end that.]

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[za_rodina]

[Oh, hey he knows you people.

Have a Russia. He's no longer super panicked after getting information from Stats, but he's a bit on edge as given by the way he keeps glancing off screen around him. In fact, he seems to be curled up in a corner somewhere.]

Heard we're in space.

[fourseasons]

Ah, Russia-san...

[It looks like you've seen better days. Japan just. Nervously glances sort of... off screenish.]

That seems to be the case. I did not know Russia-san was here, though...

[za_rodina]

Just got here. Same with you two I'm guessing.

[He chews on his bottom lip, glances about once more before looking back at the screen. He sounds entirely too tired and paranoid.]

What have you found out so far?

[fourseasons]

Yes... [Awkward shifting in his seat.]

Hungary-san, Austria-san, and America-san seem to be here, as well. We are unable to go home, it seems, and, ah... [People are blaming you?

...Nah let's just. Not mention that.] The number on your arm is a key of sorts.

[za_rodina]

[He just sort of 'hmmms', not really emoting anything at the moment. He wouldn't be too surprised they blame him, though he's sort of blaming America for this, so...

Either way he's nodding along with the number key.]

Da, I used it on the locker so I figured it worked on other things as well.

[Russia sighs, runs a hand through his hair.]

Do you know why they have taken us?

[fourseasons]

...Forgive me, that is something I have not yet discovered.

[za_rodina]

I thought as much. [Going to bury his head in his arms, enjoy your view of the wall, Japan.]

[fourseasons]

Ah... [He is so not sure how to comfort Russia of all people. ...]

My apologies.

[za_rodina]

[He waves a hand dismissively, voice muffled.]

Don't worry about it.

[fourseasons]

...

[He's sort of wondering if he should mention he's heard Belarus is here. Would it make it worse, or be a good warning...

He decides to forget about it completely. Yes.]

Things become clearer slowly. Ah... with memory, that is.

[za_rodina]

Mm, I suppose.

[He peeks up at the camera, chin resting on his knees.]

These numbers, do they mean anything other that keys?

[handelaar]

[He's wary, but he's always wary. So he probably just looks pretty normal on the other end of the video feed.]

So did we.

[Leans in, trying to see where Russia is.]

Thought you'd like bein' in space.

[In other words: why so panicky, man.]

[za_rodina]

[He's in some forgotten corner for a reason, man. Let him try to ignore this for a bit longer.]

I would like it, yes, but only if I didn't get snatched and stuck inside some giant test tube and wake up here without knowing I would.

[Deadpans. Because really, that was obviously the way one gets a paranoid nation into space.]

[handelaar]

Oh. Yeah. That sucked.

[He'd rather be home, at least you like space.]

So uh, where are ya.

[za_rodina]

[There's a pause as he looks around, and then he's shrugs.]

Don't really know. Where are you?

[handelaar]

[Shit. He glances around, but there's not a sign or any kind of indication as to where he is...]

Looks like a common room, it's close to the - [Uh.] - guess they're passenger quarters, or somethin'.

[za_rodina]

Passenger quarters?

[He frowns.]

Are they close by the room we woke up in?

[handelaar]

Y'heard the phone thing, didn't ya?

[Well, whatever. It's quicker to explain himself.]

They're not. You hafta take the "blue lift".

[za_rodina]

[He grumbles a bit and gets up to search for said blue lift.]

How big is this place?

[Video] /quietly threadjacks, shh

[hagyjbeken]

[You know, she was just messing about looking through these things, but she pauses quite a bit once she sees him. Oh god, what is this. He looks different than she remembers, but ugh.

Well, have a very unhappy Hungary on the other side of this video, Russia.]

I was hoping without you being here.

/quietly loves on

[za_rodina]

[Man, he's tired and paranoid and there's drying gravcouch ick in his hair and he really just wishes he was back home. What do you even want Hungary? Leave him to hide away in abandoned corners.]

What, no "Hello Russia?" Just instant grievances?

[Yeah, he's not the happiest camper either.]

/loves back

[hagyjbeken]

Considering the last time I saw you you were trying to break my face, no, no I am not going to give you those pleasantries. [Ignoring the fact that he could be from another time period. This is still Russia and she feels she is allowed to peeved at him either way.]

How long were you planning on hiding? I wasn't aware you were a scared little kitten of all things.

[za_rodina]

[Yup, that definitely annoyed him. His face goes blank.]

What are you talking about, Hungary? The last time I saw you was a world meeting.

[But then she calls him a kitten and he's pissed off, lips curving up into a sugarsweet smile.]

Well, princess, I didn't see it prudent to follow the crowds.

[hagyjbeken]

[Even though she knows that smile is bad news, she's still going to prod at him. You don't poke sleeping bears, but that's beside the point in this situation.]

Don't give me this "oh, I'm from the future!" nonsense like the others have been. You know exactly what I'm talking about.

[Time to keep prodding.]

Is that so?~ You seem more like a child that's wandered from it's mother and is absolutely frightened of getting lost without her. It's kind of cute in a way, if not absolutely pathetic.

[za_rodina]

I'm not from the future, what are you even talking about?

[His grin widens a bit, teeth bared just a bit.]

A child, hmm~? Well, my dear, you're entitled to your opinions even if they are foolish.