Waking up to the sound of nothing [open]

[izy]

Elizaveta awoke, slumping in a chair, rubbing her eyes. Groggy and exhausted, she blinked in confusion and looked around. She had been sleeping in an auditorium for some reason, and began to panic as she suddenly realized that she wasn’t home anymore. She felt strange fabric on her body; she looked down and saw that she had been dressed in a white blouse with a black tie and plaid jumper.

What’s going on..? Elizaveta tried to keep calm. She stood from the cushiony red seat and walked to her right, down the aisle of chairs, unsure of what to do. Her legs felt so cold; the skirt of the jumper was just cut too short. Way too short. This would not do for her, who preferred long dresses that went down to her ankles, the least being mid-calve. But this skirt was extremely short- it was above mid-thigh length, and blew upwards with each step she took. Embarrassed, she tried to hold the back of the pleated skirt with her right hand, while pulling down the front with her other hand. She felt her face grow hot and tears begin to well up. Who would violate her body and put her in such a girly and revealing outfit?

Well, whoever did would certainly have to pay for it.

"Is anybody here?" she called out, though the only reply was her voice that rebounded back to her.

Elizaveta climbed the steps up to the auditorium stage and sat down by the piano that rested there. Seeing the ebony instrument that gathered dust beside her made her feel a little sad and think of Roderich. Where was he, and what was he doing now? Is he worried about her? She turned her head to face the empty seats that lined up and down in many rows, curving to all corners of the room so that if the piano were to be played, the music would resonate and bound up and down the halls and to the entire audience that would fill the room.
But the auditorium had no people to complete it, and Elizaveta sat alone, the sound of silence echoing in her ears. She brushed the dust lightly off the ivory keys and pressed a soft D, letting the single note flow out of the old piano. She held this note and felt solemn and lonely; Elizaveta did not enjoy moments of solitude by herself.

She closed her eyes and only thought of him. She didn’t care where she was or what she was doing there- she just wanted to know if he was safe. She just wanted to know if nothing bad had happened to him, and if he could handle being by himself without her there to protect him. Elizaveta worried about Roderich, and felt her heart melt in melancholy at the thought; not only was she alone, but the one that’s he cared about the most is now vulnerable. She had to find him.

But first, she had to find out what had happened to her, and why she was in such a strange place.

Finally, footsteps approached her from behind, being the only foreign sounds in the room. Elizaveta turned around and looked at the person that had walked up to her. She stared at the face with wide eyes, happy to see someone she recognized.

[Im Yong Soo]

Yong Soo still wondered how he had gotten from his home in Seoul to the middle of Japan. He sure didn't remember having any plans on visiting Kiku-hyung. Wait! Maybe it was all his idea! A sneaky plan to get revenge on the Korean! How violated he felt, Kiku-hyung going and putting him into this school uniform! But wait...he could of done worse, right? Like...taking away all of his dramas! Oh no what if he had done that before taking him here to this school!? Yong Soo's life would be officially over if that happened!!

Oh he shouldn't worry himself so much more..He really needed to find out what to do in a place like this! The Korean boy was bored. Oh so bored. He had nothing to do in this school. He had no idea where his dorm was so he couldn't hang out there and meet his roomies, he definitely wasn't going to go to class cause hey, it was lunch and he hadn't found a single soul to hang out with. The only good thing he found was the food. Lunch was great, being able to have him lovely kimchi after waking up confused about why he was in a school and not back home playing video games and watching K-Dramas. Oh how he just wanted his K-Drama. Luckily, in his luggage he had found his iPod chock-a-block with various K-Pop and K-Rock music. He had some manner to entertain himself with...for a while.

Yong Soo wanted to explore this academy. Looking into the quiet classrooms (and getting chased out a fair few times by teachers), wandering outside to the astroturf pitch for football and the girls hockey class (which he would definitely be watching during the summer~) and now he had ended up in the schools Auditorium.

Jesus Christ that place sure was huge. And strangely quiet, if it wasn't for the Korean singing quietly along with LUCIFER.

"Soomeul gotdo chatji mothae naneun piharyeogo aesseo bwado~"

There were so many seats, more than one of his cinemas! And they looked rather comfy too! He would come here often to chill out, that was for sure!

"Miraedo mukkin chae keojil su eobtneunde~ Ja yurobge biweo nuh go barab-"

Yong Soo heard the soft ping of a piano key, and looked down towards the stage. A young brunette girl sat on the piano stool at the piano, her hand placed solemnly on one of the ivory keys.

He blinked, he was sure he had seen her before! But where...That's right! She was the girl who would creep into other nation's rooms whilst they were...busy...and take snapshots on her candid camera (he was sure she had slinked into his room whilst he was doing it with...oh no one needed to know who he was doing the deed with~)! He quickly made his way down the aisle towards her, she turned to face him.

"Annyong!~ You're Mrs. Fujoshi ain't ya?"

[izy]

Elizaveta’s relieved face suddenly turned scornful once the Korean had spoken to her.

“Fujoshi?!” she replied angrily, “I’m not a fujoshi!” Elizaveta constantly denied such a claim that had often been thrown at her, but she dearly believed that she was a pure-hearted girl, not a rotten one. Sure, she enjoyed stalking men who had intimate relationships, and she enjoyed taking numerous pictures of them, however, her maiden’s heart and love is platonic, not perverted; of course, that’s what she thought of herself. Still, a part of herself understood that she was a yaoi fangirl, and although she wasn’t ashamed of it, she still took it as a derogatory term and was offended by Yong Soo’s statement.

Elizaveta groaned, and then thought for a moment. If Yong Soo is here, then who else could be here? She pondered at the question as she looked at Yong Soo’s clothing; he also wore a uniform, a dark blue plaid outfit with the same pattern as her red jumper. Yong Soo’s K-Pop music boomed and blasted from his earphones as Elizaveta put two and two together.

A high school..?

Yes, that must be it! She thought to herself. She then began to check the pockets of her jumper, and found a note. She hurried to unfold it as Yong Soo hummed to his music while watching her with curious eyes. Elizaveta read the piece of paper, and finally realized what was going on.

“We’re in… we’re in a high school…” she stammered, being hit hard with the news. The note only explained where she was, which classes she had, and what dorm she was placed in.
However, it didn’t tell her where her beloved Roderich was.

“H-have you seen him?!” she frantically asked Yong Soo, who looked at her in confusion. “Have you see Roderich? Is he here too? Do you know if anyone else is here?” She pleaded to him, begging for answers; she just wanted to know if Roderich was alright, and if she were able to be by his side, protecting him. She blinked back tears as she looked up at the Korean with her hands clasped together, desperate for more information.

[Im Yong Soo]

"In denial da-ze~" He mumbled to himself, smirking at Elizaveta's reaction to his introduction. He so wouldn't be in denial to something he liked! Denial did not originate from Korea!

He fiddled around with his earphone wires, occasionally slipping his iPod out to check the time, turn up and down the volume, change the song playing, and pondering at how many SHINee, SNSD and Super Junior songs he had. He had to check later...when he was buying or illegally downloading some more. Oh, seemed like Gee was now playing. "Neomu neomu meotjyeo nooni nooni busyeo~ Sumeul moht shigesseo tteollineun geol~" if he wasn't in company, he would be dancing right there and then.

When Yong Soo heard the Hungarian finally get around her head that they were in a high school he grinned. "Yep! We're in a weird ass high school with no idea why and we need to attend classes! Ain't that fantastic? his voice was tinged with a sarcastic tone. No way in hell was being in a high school good! God he hated those home-schooling lessons by Aniki. This was going to be hell.

His eyes widened at her sudden exclamation, then confusion, not knowing who she was talking about. But once a name was mentioned he knew who. "Oh right nerdy piano player. Uhh...nope! Sorry!" Yong Soo looked sadly down to the floor. "I've...I've not found anyone myself. I'm worried about most of my family and if they're here too..." God, he had to admit he was missing his family so much. He just wanted find them all and give them all a huge hug. He couldn't stand being away from them is such a strange, strange place. He looked back up, smiling. "But I'm not alone now and neither are you! So we can look for everyone together, right?" The Korean extended his hand to shake. "What do ya say?~"

[izy]

Elizaveta stared at the hand that Yong Soo held out towards her. It was a kind and friendly gesture, and she gladly accepted his proposal of friendship. She gripped his hand tightly, blushing a little, finding that she was stronger than he was. The two shook, declaring their newfound relationship, and Elizaveta beamed at Yong Soo with hope in her eyes.

“You’re right.” She said, smiling at him. “At least we have each other, right? We have to keep faith too; I’m sure that we’re not the only ones here, right?” She felt uncertain though- what if they really were the only ones here? Elizaveta let go of the fragile Korean’s hand and stood from the piano stool.

“I think we should go searching for the others.” She suggested, though Elizaveta honestly didn’t care about finding anybody but Roderich; she was still concerned for his safety. Roderich was the only thing on her mind, and she felt determined to find him. Yong Soo had been wondering around for awhile, right? Then he could lead her around the school. She didn’t know her way around anyways; where was the exit out of this damn auditorium? Elizaveta put the note that was in her left hand into her pocket, and discovered something cool and thick in her pocket. She grabbed the mysterious object, and revealed a small pink camera with a leash hanging from its side. Elizaveta turned on the camera and found all her favorite candid images residing within it- this made Elizaveta feel happy and relieved that something from the past had come along with her to this strange new place.

“Do you know the way out of here?” Elizaveta asked Yong Soo, hastily putting the camera back into her pocket. “And… and what time is it..? How long have you been here, anyways?” Elizaveta swarmed Yong Soo with even more questions as she began to walk off the stage with him.

[Im Yong Soo]

Yong Soo blinked at the firm grip of Elizaveta's. Dude, for a chick she was strong. But hey, that didn't matter! They were now investigative buddies! He was happy that he had found someone else in the whole strange school, and he was definitely sure that Elizaveta felt the same. They could go around the school and maybe the extended area to look for everyone! Then everyone would be safe cause of them! They'd be real popular!

The Korean smiled and nodded. It was just past lunch so they better get moving before classes started or they would be dragged away and never get things done. He also wanted to go for another meander around the school. The school was huge, like, really huge and there were still some areas that he hadn't been to, like, the second and third floors where Maths, ICT Art and Social Subjects were situated. Then there were possible secret areas in the school that Yong Soo had to find! When he saw the Hungarian pull out a girly pink camera he blinked. Man, that had to be the same one he saw that one night! Candid Camera indeed. She'd better not take pictures of him during any Uke moments (not that he would admit to being in that situation a fair few times)! If she asked for his photo though, he would comply with his ever cool Lee Byung-hun poses!~

"The way out? Just up there!~" he said, pointing one of his hands (which was covered in a long jersey sleeve) at the double doors across from them. Yong Soo strolled beside Elizaveta, his shoes clicking off of the thin, wooden stage. This felt rather eerie and spooky to him, like that moment out of a horror move were the main characters seem totally fine but then it all goes down to hell and they come across...No! Yong Soo was in a school! Crazy shit like that would never happen! Unless if this whole situation was going to turn out like either Whispering Corridors, Memento Mori, Wishing Stairs, and Voice Letter. Oh man they would be fucked beyond imagination! Yong Soo mentally slapped himself. Now was not the time to worry and freak out about horror movies! He was pulled out of his thoughts by the next set of questions. "Time? Uhh..." he paused to take out his iPod to check the time. "1:20pm. Lunch right now." the next question though, stumped him. "I have no idea. Some of the teachers seemed to know me and a few of the pupils did too...but...I just woke up an hour ago...

[izy]

Their footsteps padded towards the door out of the auditorium as Elizaveta followed the lead of the eager and bouncy Korean. She watched in awe as his strange hair curl (she could’ve sworn there was a smiley face floating in the middle of that thing) hop up and down with each cheerful step he took. She thought about his personality for a bit- an energetic and loud young guy that really likes music and has a smile that can’t be wiped off his face. Would she be able to actually get along with this guy? He kind of reminded her of... Gilbert, the way he presented himself as confident and carefree even though he’s in a pretty bad situation. He’s a pretty hyperactive guy, she thought to herself.

Elizaveta felt excitement as they approached the large auditorium door. She rushed ahead of Yong Soo and tried to push the door open.

However, the door wouldn’t budge. She struggled with it, trying to force the damn thing open, shaking it and even kicking it, hearing the loud echos of her effort to get the door to move outwards boom across the empty auditorium. How the hell did they get locked in?! There was no way it could be locked from the inside, right? So somebody from the other side must’ve locked the door, right?! That had to be it, it was the only explanation! Some evil forces are plotting against the two, trapping them inside the auditorium for some reason.

Unless…

Elizaveta glared at the Korean, his face plastered with a guilty expression that proved her sudden suspicions to be correct.

“You locked the door behind you on your way in, didn’t you?” she growled at him, giving him an intense, extremely horrifying dark glare that expressed her growing irritation. How were they going to get out now?

[Im Yong Soo]

Yong Soo blinked at the girl's rather aggressive attempts to open the door, she was sure desperate to get out and find...what was his name? Roddie? Ross? Oh right Roderich, the nerdy looking piano player who baked fairy cakes and had an obsession with repairing old clothes. God, Elizaveta sure liked girly men. She had her camera to prove it. All those photos of poor, defenceless Ukes just having some fun with their Seme. Yong Soo was sure he'd be in there (in which possision, he would not admit).

Wow why wasn't the doors open...ing...Shit. Yong Soo recalled hearing the doors clicking shut behind him when he walked in. And not in the good way, in the way like the latch on the outside had came down and locked from the outside. Everyone was away at lunch, and even when the break would end no one would hear them as the corridors got noisy and so do classes. He. Was. DEAD.

And he was definitely sure of that when the Hungarian set her glare on him. "W-what!? No! I-it was an accident! I swear!! I totally just walked in here and shut the door like a normal person and it just locked!! I heard it click but I didn't think it was the kinda clicking of the latch outside!!" The Korean boy flailed his arms in front of himself, both in defence from any possible attack and out of total fear and honesty. He didn't know if he shut the door properly that it would lock!

He backed off a few steps and turned around to flee, but paused. Hold on! There was a fire exit down the near the stage!! Fire exits were never locked during school hours, right!? "Wait! We're not trapped! Fire exit, down there!" Yong Soo sprinted down the aisle towards the fire exit. This just had to work! All he had to do was push against the lever and the door would open and they could get out! He fling himself at the door....

Faceplanted onto the hard metal door, hit his ribcage off of the lever and collapsed (in an over dramatic way) onto the floor. "Urghn...Who locks these things in the day!? There could be a fire!!" he yelled, kicking the door with his foot but ending up hurting it in the process. "Ah! Shibal nom, Geseki!!" man he could just lie there on the floor and sprout out some more colourful words but he had to run! He was sure Elizaveta was going to find some way of killing him! He jumped up and staggered down the front of the stage, yelling apologies as he done so.

[izy]

Elizaveta raised an eyebrow as the Korean attempted to explain himself. She stood at the door, arms crossed, as he frantically rushed to a fire exit door by himself, and then injuring himself by trying to bash his body through the heavy red door. She walked slowly to him, as he kicked the door, crying like a child with a temper tantrum. She smiled watching him scurry towards the stage in fear.

“Don’t worry,” she said, hands on her hips as she stood in the aisle between the chairs that led towards the stage, “I’m not going to hurt you or anything. I don’t have a frying pan after all.”

She saw his face calm down as she explained herself. She approached Yong Soo and sat down on the edge of the stage, bored. She began to sift through the pictures on her pink camera, thinking about how to spend her time stuck in an auditorium with her new melodramatic friend.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait here until somebody comes to save us.” She told him, sighing. “I just hope we aren’t forced to stay here overnight.” She smiled at a picture of Roderich licking an ice cream, and then shut off her camera. She climbed onto the stage and walked her way down the steps that led behind the curtain- backstage.

“I’m sure we can find some sort of phone or food around here somewhere, right?” She muttered to Yong Soo behind her. There were dressing rooms in the back- the school must’ve been high class to be able to afford dressing rooms, let alone an auditorium this large with that many seats. If there were as many students as there were seats in the auditorium, then finding the other nations would end up being hard to do in the sea of students at the school.

Elizaveta turned the doorknob to the dressing room with a 1 nailed to the door. She heard a click, and the door opened. She looked around in awe at the dressing room, which had a large vanity holding hair and makeup products, a rack of costumes, and a green loveseat couch. The rack of costumes had interesting items on it- a maid uniform, a pink princess dress, a kimono, and various other costumes to dress up in.

[Im Yong Soo]

The Korean was relieved that Elizaveta wasn't going to harm him, but he was even more happy that she didn't have that massive frying pan with her. God, she always had some sort of hammerspace with that thing, the Hungarian girl would just pull it out of nowhere during conferences (and the nation who would be getting hurt would always be Gilbert). But it seemed like all nations had a hammerspace and a certain item which they would pull out, like, Mathias and his huge battle axe, Sigurður and his never ending supply of liquorice, Kiki-hyung and his doujins, Xiao-hyung and his fireworks...those were just a few nations that he could name. Yong Soo definitely had his own, pulling out random dramas, CDs, posters...you name it, he had it. In Korean of coarse.

He hoisted himself up onto the stage next to Elizaveta, his legs dangling off the edge. Wow...if they did have to spend the night there it would be rather bizarre in Yong Soo's opinion. He'd never stayed in the middle of an Auditorium or school at night. Though, the idea seemed rather cool at the same time. Schools at night could be different at night. Maybe they could sit in the dark and tell ghost myths about schools and explore the place! That would be a lot of fun! Turning around to suggest this kind of overnight fun to see that she had vanished backstage. "H-Hey! Wait up!" he called to her as he scrambled up the stage and running past the curtains to where the backstage changing rooms were situated.

Whoa the changing rooms for make up and costumes were swanky. Big rooms with large hangers with lots of outfits, big mirrors and desks for make-up. He blinked. It was like the backstage rooms of his K-Dramas! "This is so cool da-ze!" he ran up to raid the make-up, picking up and inspecting a few products. "Y'know, I used to help out with make-up and costumes on a few of my movies and dramas~" Yong Soo inspected a tube of foundation, tutted and threw it to the side. "I have some idea how to do make-up and how costumes between characters can match~" the Korean then made way to the costumes, flicking through them until he stopped. A frilly maid dress. He took it out by it's hanger and looked at it, then at Elizaveta. No...he did not want her in the dress (or maybe he did?), he just knew that thoughts were going through her head. Thoughts of him being in that dress. "...You want to see me in this dress don't you? I can see it in your eyes."

[izy]

Elizaveta stared at Yong Soo as he picked a French maid outfit from the rack, examining the countless frills and ruffles on it. It’d be nice if he were to wear that, Elizaveta thought to herself (although the “pure girl” in her dismissed this as a normal thought and not anything perverted at all). He’d be the perfect uke in that small maid costume… she caressed the pink camera in her pocket as her mind wandered and dressed up Yong Soo with her eyes.

The Korean glanced up at her observing him, blinking. She knew that he had read her mind, right away. Well, there was nothing left that she could do to deny it. “Put it on.” she demanded after he accused her of her fujoshi fantasies. Her voice had become dark again, and she gave him a devious grin as she approached the poor Korean, who walked back. Elizaveta was able to corner him, and she grabbed him by the wrists.

“Put it on!” she bellowed through her teeth as she clenched his wrists, twisting his skin a little. Her twisted smile grew larger and large, making her seem really scary, really really really scary. She struggled with Yong Soo as he tried to break away from her grip; however, Elizaveta was much stronger, her entire hand wrapped around his small arm. She attempted to pin him to the wall, however he resisted, and shoved her off him.

“Just do it already!” Elizaveta yelled, “It’ll only be for a few moments!” She jumped him again, trying to force the dress onto him- if he wasn’t going to dress up in the costume, she’ll just have to help him put it on herself.

“Hold still!” She grunted, trying to put the dress over the kicking and screaming Korean’s head.