[He should have just... kept on moving.]

[ahamburgerhero]

[Really, all he wanted to do was a bit of wandering. New places always interested him, and he certainly hadn't seen this building before, so he figured he could do a bit of exploring before meeting up with England. He was sure there'd be time- it was only just a quick peak, after all.

It was only after an hour, though, did he notice he couldn't

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/just. put this one here. hello there~

[ingreatdeeds]

[ A certain Confederate probably would have just kept on walking past the room, but...damnit. He recognizes that voice. ]

Cursin' tha buildin' ain't gonna help.

[ Only god knows how many times he's done it himself. Usually ends up in some embarrassing situation for his trouble. ]

Hello, hello~

[ahamburgerhero]

[It didn't register to him that he had company at first. Being frustrated at the sudden disappearance of the only exit to his knowledge took up most of his attention, and he mindlessly answered the person without even properly realizing it.]

Well buildings aren't supposed to make doors disa-

[He was cut off when the realization finally struck him, and he slightly turned his head to look at whoever was behind him.]

Um...

Hey there~

[ingreatdeeds]

[ Aaron laughs lightly stepping into the room. ]

Yes, HQ has a way of doin' that. Pity, it'd be quite surprisin' if ya found a way ta git back where ya came from.

[ahamburgerhero]

[Well... wow. Aaron wasn't even the least that Alfred expected. If anything, he didn't expect to find someone who looked so similar, yet so different, to him, and the Southern accent wasn't missed either.]

HQ? [He repeated these two letters, blinking in confusion.] Headquarters of what? And what do you mean by... wait. Who the heck are you anyway?

[ingreatdeeds]

No one knows, really. It's just Headquarters.

[ He headtilts slightly. Aaron's been in HQ long enough to hear plenty of stories concerning what happens to him if he ever existed at all. Alfred asking who he is makes him assume he never existed for this one. ]

Confederate States of America.

[ahamburgerhero]

[Cue even more surprise. He reached up and clutched at his own head frantically as he stared at Aaron with enlarging eyes.]

W-what?! How the hell did you get out of my head?!

[Because he was pretty sure the Confederacy was supposed to be dormant in his mind, at least for the time being.]

[ingreatdeeds]

[ Aaron can't help but laugh lightly. So this was a world where Alfred went kind of crazy, apparently. ]

I was never there ta begin with.

[ahamburgerhero]

No, no, I swear you were... but now you're here... and, and... [Really, he's at loss for words. He ended up just simply closing his mouth and gawking at Aaron.]

[ingreatdeeds]

HQ. It'll take people from diff'rent times 'n worlds. Where I come from, I've been 'round since 1787. It's 1866 now.

...well, back there, anyway.

[ahamburgerhero]

... oh. [Now that's something that's easier for him to believe. Really.]

[ingreatdeeds]

[ Aaron sighs. He doesn't really know how to get Alfred to believe him. It was easier with other versions of Alfred who had likewise known versions of himself, but he didn't have that aid here. ]

...how can I prove this ta ya?

[ahamburgerhero]

... convince me I'm not dreaming, for one?

[ingreatdeeds]

[ ...walks over and pinches Alfred's arm. Hard. He's not sorry if it bruises. ]

[ahamburgerhero]

[... ow. Alright, it does hurt, but it's more of the fact that Aaron's pinching his arm that he kinda just pulls back and stares irritably at him.]

What was that for?!

[ingreatdeeds]

[ Aaron just smiles lightly, though lets go. ]

Ya ain't dreamin', atleast. Don' think hallucinations can do that. Or shall I go find another me ta prove it?

[ He can think of the location of three right off hand, even if one is a child. ]

[ahamburgerhero]

[And Alfred's frown just deepens.]

Fine, fine, I believe you... happy?