The Secret Room returns!

[regalcityonfire]

[ There is a tired-looking China walking very lightly around the HQ, peering vaguely into doorways in some vain hope that a bedroom or clothing store will appear behind the next door. Before he knows it, he stumbles before a bookcase

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[assimilatedrule]

Ah... It's you again, aru.

[And above Wang Yao's head: 'For a barbarian, Mongolia's not bad in bed.']

[regalcityonfire]

[ He turns at the voice and studies the other China for a while; when he realizes who it is, his face fills with joy. ] Aiya, it is-- Such an honour it is to run into you again-- !!

[ The sentence dies in his throat when he digests the meaning of those words. ]

A- ah. . . . How. . . . how do you know that?

[assimilatedrule]

We're the same person aru, it's hardly an honour. But it's good to see you again aru.

[... Blink.] How do I know what?

[And then he notices the words above his other's head.] You're in love with that barbaric Western country aru?!

[regalcityonfire]

Oh, doar'nt lower yourself to m-me, it is a great honour indeed! [bows head respectfully]

Ah. . . [pointing to the words] It says. . . Mongolia is. . . good. . . in. . . bed? [ He isn't positive about the implications of that slang, but there aren't many other things that it could mean. . . ]

Wh- whaut?! B- bar. . . Western. . . !! I- I don't understaund whaut you mean! [but his cheeks are turning pink]

Embarrassing to type secret was embarrassing to type. >/////>

[greatexhibition]

[Books! Victorian England's been spending most of his time in the library, and he was looking for something on industrial innovations since his time when he found the open secret door. Of course he cannot resist, and wanders in. . . .]

[and as he's trailing his fingers along the spines, he doesn't see the words exploiting his greatest weakness forming in his own spiky cursive above his head:]

[[I have frequent erotic dreams about America, but only the ones where he says "I love you" make me come.]]

derp I hope threadjacking is okay :D

[assimilatedrule]

... You're a huge disgrace, aru.

Welcomed~

[greatexhibition]

[turns, and is somewhat surprised upon seeing China]

And why, exactly, do you think you can judge me?

[assimilatedrule]

Based on the fact that you're a barbarian, aru. And based on the fact that you're dreaming such things of your colony- if I remember correctly.

[country_girlana]

Ana~? A hidden room? How exciting! Ah, I wonder what kind of things are in here~! [He hums as he enters the room. The words I have a fairly large crush on Estonia. floating lazily above his head.]

[regalcityonfire]

[He sees a pretty girl that he doesn't recognize, so he immediately straightens and tries to look more presentable.] Meimei, deu you happern to know. . . whiere this. . .? [He pauses when he sees the text; he gets as far as "I have a fairly huge crush" and stops, embarrassed.] Ah. . . why aure you terling me. . . this?

[country_girlana]

Ana? Telling you what, brother?

[regalcityonfire]

[At first he finds the "brother" strange, but dismisses it as a translation quirk.] Er. . . that you. . . haurve. . . feelings, for this. . . [he glances again to catch the name this time] . . . Estonia. . . ?

Ahahah. My Secret Room~♥

[vanya_loves_yao]

....Not this place again. I wonder if I should put a sign up....Or at least stand outside the door to warn others....

[je_suis_maquis]

[Frankstaat is just doing a bit of research on the most common course of history here when he ends up in a strange room -]

What on earth...?

[The damning words glow above his head like a demented halo:]

I HAVE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

[thatgentleman]

My word, Francis. You'd better not let anyone else know that.

[je_suis_maquis]

Know what -

[follows England's line of sight and glances up, and his face flickers cold before it smoothes into a warm smile]

It would be a bit bothersome, wouldn't it? I suppose I shall just have to persuade you not tell.

[he raises one eyebrow and steps toward England, every line of him sultry and sensual and welcoming. The golden words flicker and change.]

Plan B is concussing you and hoping you don't remember. I have knuckledusters sewn between the layers of my gloves.

[thatgentleman]

[Oh he catches that momentary look of coldness alright, but he doesn't step back, pride dictating that he stands firmly there.]

I wouldn't do any of that persuading if I were you. You might have knuckledusters, but I'm not unarmed either.