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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.]

Comments

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[handelaar]

[He turns around and takes a frustrated bite of his sandwich instead of retorting.]

Lot of 'em. More than there are countries.

[Nom nom.]

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[godseer]

I did notice there are two Japans here.

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[handelaar]

[Oh, that gives him pause. He goes and sits down before answering, looking a little confused and a lot grumpy.]

I don't know why there are.

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[godseer]

We find ourselves in an alternate universe. It's not implausible that each is from a different version of wherever you come from.

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[handelaar]

...no shit.

[His brain is breaking a little thinking of himself as a woman, brb.]

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[godseer]

You don't have multiples of any given country at home, then? How do your numbers exceed the number of actual delegated districts?

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[handelaar]

No. Some of 'em like to stick around and bug she shit out of people after there isn't a country anymore. And uh - the micronations. They're not countries...

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[godseer]

I see. It's as if the United Nations went crazy and decided to make their building into a rest home for the de-nationed, as well.

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[handelaar]

Sorta.

[He wouldn't have planned it like that, but he doesn't say anything - just goes back to grumpy bites to his hapless sandwich.]