Hell's bells, Alfred...

[the_jones_files]

 It's bad enough that he accidently planned two dates for the same night, but this. Is. Ridiculous.

He dives behind the couch, barely dodging the toad demon's acidic spit. He didn't want this thing trashing his apartment, but demons weren't exactly the easiest thing to defeat. The best thing he could do at the moment was deflect it's attacks. He

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[ivan_braginsky]

Russia rests his chin on his fist, watching what looks like America appear out of nowhere to crash through a wall on one of the pale screens in his camera room. The screens around the edges of the walls flicker and crack periodically, jumping in and out of functionality as HQ moves around or various rooms interfere with the electronics.

Moments later he's downstairs, through the electronically locked safedoor of the room to stand over him with a somewhat deadpan expression. Normally he might try for concern, or kindness, or even amusement, but lately he's been mirroring his twin more strongly than normal and he's not inclined to be especially warm. He does hand him a cold pack, though.

"... what threw you?" He raises his eyebrows, glancing at the hole with interest.

... I'm not sure who Ivan would be in the DF universe :/

[the_jones_files]

He looks up at the stranger before taking the icepack, holding it against his head. "Thanks. A spell backfired on me."

Sob, I meant to put an OOC note in there, but I am so distracted aaaah

[ivan_braginsky]

Russia does look amused this time; clearly this can't be America, or at least any sort of 'normal' America.

Thinking about the USA is making his good mood evaporate, though, so instead he offers a hand to help him up. "A... spell, ne. Mmh, it must have backfired quite a bit more than you meant it to, because I don't think you meant to end up here, da, whatever you were doing."

It's OK It's OK :3

[the_jones_files]

Takes the hand and pulls himself up. "No. I was intending on throwing the demon I was fighting through a wall, really." Sheepishly laughs.

Exposition, I am her bitch ;; sigh

[ivan_braginsky]

"A demon." He looks even more amused now, trying very hard not to laugh, partly to keep the emotional-release train firmly at the station for now.

"Ne, I don't think you'll have very much trouble with that here. Mmh, but who knows? You're going to be stuck here for a long time, da. You might find some."

[the_jones_files]

"Yep, and an ugly one too. Looked a lot like a toad.

... Am I? Where are we?"

[ivan_braginsky]

After this long trapped here, Ivan doesn't find much hard to believe anymore. "Welcome to Headquarters, ne~ This place likes to steal people from other worlds and times and put them all here. It's very big, and it likes to play pranks on us. Mh... sometimes though pranks are... very unkind, ne." Russia looks away a moment, purple eyes cold and dark remembering the basement room, a frost blooms momentarily on his shoulders around his scarf before it thaws and disappears.

"... eheh, there's not way home, unfortunately. We're all just different versions of the same person here, ne, so there's no lack of friendly faces most of the time." He laughs, somewhat bitterly. "Or, at least there's no lack of familiar faces~ Mmh, most of us aren't human, either, so that makes it interesting also, da?"

[the_jones_files]

Uwah, kind of creepy. "You don't say. That can prove to be a problem...

Not human? I guess I'll fit right in."

sob typos, where did you come from up there?

[ivan_braginsky]

"Oh?" He glances at him, expression back to normal, eyes likes sunlight slanting over snow though they lack cruelty; rather, they look sort of miserable deep down, but as a general rule he avoids direct eye contact except in very fleeting instances.

"Don't worry about it~ Time freezes in most worlds, ne. So what are you? I'm not human either~"

The ninja typos. Sneaky little buggers >_>

[the_jones_files]

"I'm not particularlly fond of pranks, either. They get annoying." He's been avoiding eye contact too, but for an entirely different reason.

He sighs. "I'm a wizard."

[ivan_braginsky]

Russia's smile wobbles and curves into something like a smirk, trying to keep the mirth from his voice and failing. "Isn't a wizard just a human who casts spells, ne? Not that they can do that in my world... haah~ They like to think they can, though. It's sort of funny, ne. Arthur can use magic, though, I think. Mh, and a few others of us..."

[the_jones_files]

"You still get looped into the wierdo group.

... Arthur? As in Arthur Kirkland?"

[ivan_braginsky]

"Ahah, da~ I'm sure, ne.

Mmh, da, that's his human name. We don't usually use them, though."

[the_jones_files]

"He couldn't use magic last I checked.

'We'... and what are you? You seem pretty human to me."

[ivan_braginsky]

"I'm a nation." He spreads his arms a little in a smiling shrug. "Ne, I'm Russia, specifically~ Though I've been called a few other things, too. My human name is Ivan. I don't care which name you call me by, but some people do."

Russia tips his head, thinking a moment. "In my world, you're America, ne, and Arthur is England."

[the_jones_files]

"... Nations. We're Nations?"