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[gilbert]

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He spun around in his chair and creeped over to where a librarian should have been; but there wasn’t one. That was visible in plain view anyway; he sauntered his way behind the librarian’s desk space and looked around her computer. It couldn’t be that hard to figure out right? Porno in total surround sound—oh god his face was starting to flush thinking about it. Concentrate, Gilbert, concentrate. After a few minutes with fiddling with the computer he let out a frustrated grunt, taking all his self-control not to smite the computer. He was sure there was a function on here somewhere for having the computers playing the same thing simultaneously but where was it?! He couldn’t linger here too long or he’d get caught, not that he couldn’t run fast enough. Gilbert would rather not have to deal with being caught at all, smooth get-aways were the best ones.

Notes: DVNO - Justice (theme song kind of)
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[matthew]

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[/i]. He was gonna die. Well, fuck. This all was some sort of plot.

Happy thoughts—happy thoughts! Fuck that. Just—just—

Despite his fears, Matthew was not about to linger in one spot. That was how people were kidnapped to begin with, he was quite sure of that. And, sure, he was going to simply ignore the fact that he was defying some sort of law of sanity and walking around with a squirming bear in his arms. Better to be lost than stolen, eh? Unless, he was already kidnapped. Asking the bear did not prove to be any bit useful, seeing he would only tilt his head in a manner that distracted the blond and brought him on the verge that he was suffering from some sort of mental crisis.

Everything about Matthew felt normal enough; every part of his body was intact and Kumajirou did not show any signs of being hurt or remembering his name at all. He was sure that he was thinking normal thoughts as he stepped around halls, muscles tensed as he kept his guard up. That was fear, but it was not as though it was a new sensation. His pathetic life was being threatened on a daily basis to begin with, after all. What made this situation any different--?

Well, for one, you don’t even know where you are!

It was hard to keep hold of positivity as he thought about the thought of thinking…good thoughts. Everything was so confusing; Matthew was even getting himself worked up over thinking about the concept of thinking good things and just repeating it over and over and over to where he told himself to stop thinking, only to lead him to think once again. There was not much to say to Kumajirou, who made a few mentions of desires of being fed, Matthew’s lips parting now and again as though he would attempt to say something reassuring. But, really—Matthew was the one who needed to be reassured.

He crept through a set a doors that did not seem to be too life threatening or something—but that was probably just him walking into a trap. But, being honest with himself, Matthew heard noise coming from that particular side of the hall that he was walking. And, well, white people investigated in horror films, it is a well known fact. Matthew was merely setting himself up for some horrible plot as he ducked a bit, deciding that walking into random rooms was not the brightest idea on the face of the earth.

But there were worst things. What he did see was a person. A person who was possibly familiar? Maybe from the internet? It forced him to straighten up, it being futile to hide behind a fake plant to begin with. And it was then he decided to try to use English, but it did not quite work out so well. But with the bear in his arms, he was held back from flailing and making a fool of himself as he stepped forward to the big desk.

"Um...Hey..."
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[gilbert]

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[matthew]

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Matthew was not expecting to run into Gilbert in a place like that, seeing that the other male was nearly a fictional being at that current time. While his mouth was most certainly too big, the other did have a point; two heads are more than one. Who would not like to have a second head on their shoulders to talk to their first lonely head? Despite there were so many things that were screaming in his mind, Matthew was already willing to accept the company—but apparently not without his ego being ripped into smaller pieces, if there were any left to begin with.

He awkwardly shifted his weight to his left foot and then his right before he balanced himself, nearly falling forward. Matthew forced himself to clear his throat and offer the other a weak smile. Ahaha—maple syrup. Funny. Really funny. That was a new one, either. Quite a clever one the other thought he probably was. Well, he guessed his identity properly the second time so the other probably did manage some astounding feat.

And—what. His brow furrowed, holding Kumajirou closer as he kept his eyes on the other blond. Don’t look away, don’t look away—ah, fuck. There was no point in helping it, Matthew turned his head away from the other. Eye contact was not even worth all that—seriously. One of his hands was brought over Kumajirou’s eyes, Matthew’s own gaze falling to the floor.

“Um, it’s Matthew, Mr. Prussia,” Matthew said, feeling his mouth twitching slightly. “And I’m glad that I found someone else, here, too. I mean—I’m not even sure what’s going on.”

There was mind to say it’s scary, but he refrained from saying such. It was a stupid thing to say, no doubt, especially in front of a person like Gilbert. In the end, Matthew was doubting that the two of them felt the same about the current issue at hand.

Soon enough, Matthew forced himself to look back at Gilbert, smile weaker than before, “Computers…? I’m sorry, I don’t know much about them.”[/ul][/size]

[gilbert]

[ukraini]

Now, normally, you were warned of the presence of Yekaterina in two ways. Firstly, it could be the somewhat-alarming sound her breasts make when she runs. Secondly, it could be the sound of absolutely nervewracking wails and sobs, that usually drown out any other sounds nearby. This particular time, it happened to be the latter.

Poor Katyusha had no idea what had happened - only that she'd woken up in a strange dormitory with Belgium - Manon? - and Denmark - Mathias? and that the weight of her country's troubles...didn't seem to be there anymore. No, don't get her wrong, she was still dirt-poor and her breasts hadn't decreased in size whatsoever, not to mention her tendency to cry at nearly everything was still intact. Even if it was a sort of relief, it was scary! What had happened? Plus, she couldn't find her siblings! Wherever the large frame of Russia was, the slimmer looming figure of Belarus was bound to be near, but so far, there had been nothing! In fact, besides the glimpse of her dorm-mates she hadn't seen any living creatures here. It was like a ghost town...school...thing...how unsettling! The thought caused another loud sob to shake her as she rushed down the hall, looking for another room to search. She had scoured most of the classrooms, the cafeteria, and the auditorium, however there was one more door nearby she had yet to open. Dragging her sleeve across her eyes, her sobs should have been generally easily audible beyond the door. She turns the knob, eyes (which were slowly turning pink from all the tears) flickering around. Oh...this looked like the library. Maybe Vanya had stopped in here to pick up a book!

"V-Vanya!" She called, voice cracked with stress and tears, peering through row upon row of books. Were those voices? Yes, she heard voices! They didn't sound like Ivan or Natalia, but people were people, right? At least one of them sounded a bit familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Perhaps...perhaps she could find Vanya later! He was a big boy; he could take care of himself. It was more that she didn't want to leave now that she had found some sort of living essence.

Yekaterina peered around the corner, seeking out the culprits of the sound. Oh! Oh, she knew them! That was Canada - Matthew? - and Prussia - Gilbert? Of course she wouldn't forget Canada's name, he was the first Western nation to recognise her independence after World War II.

"E-excuse me!" The relief of finding other countries - humans? - stemmed the flow of her tears a bit, but her words still came out qualified as blubbering. She hoped she wasn't bothering them! What if she had interrupted something important? The thought made her have to wipe down her eyes again. "I'm sorry for bothering you, but - but I am very confused!"

[matthew]

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