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[brb_war]

*A US military copter flies low to the ground coming out of nowhere and hovers only a few feet off the ground while a single soldier jumps out decked out in full drab camo utility uniform, belts of ammo criss-crossing over his chest, and carrying a M16 rifle in his arms ready to shoot at a moment's notice. He crouches low as he runs from the copter

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[floweroverthere]

*Oh god, it's just raining Al's in HQ*

[brb_war]

I might have to shoot a few doppelgangers.

[red_underthebed]

I'm sorry for judging you so quickly, Alfred. You're my favorite one now. &hearts And when you have shot them all I will be waiting for you

[brb_war]

Yeah, waiting in hell, right?

[mono_vn]

*Slowly getting used to the loud noises in HQ, Sai decides to walk outside --- And the first thing she saw is this. The rifle, ammo criss-crossing, uniform.... It all looks so familiar. No, VERY familiar. Her heart just skipped a beat - She's not sure if it's fear or affection - but manages to open her mouth*

... Alfred?

[brb_war]

*Immediately holds up his rifle at Saigon out of instinct before staring hard at her*

... Are you North or South?

[mono_vn]

*Saigon gives a gasp of surprise and fear - A rifle at her. Reminds so much but now...*

*gains her consciousness back*

A-Alfred, lower your gun. It's Saigon.

[brb_war]

Oh, my apologies! *Lowers his gun*

I was expecting to be dropped into the northern territory so I didn't expect to see you here. But this doesn't look like the proper landing zone. It's not a jungle at all.

[red_underthebed]

*lets out an inaudible groan. While Ivan has found his stay at HQ to be mostly enjoyable so far, it was also less than ideal for a number of reasons--six, to be exact. All of them are named Alfred.*

*horribly irritated and appalled* Where do you keep coming from?!

[brb_war]

Tch, what the hell are you talking about, Red?

[red_underthebed]

You! I am talking the hell about this obese capitalist before me, who pops out with the cursed regularity of dandelions in fields! Hideous pustules on a smallpox victim! Counter-revolutionaries in my Politburo! *hisses venomously at that--those were not good memories to bring up*

You are the sixth one, and I will ask you again. Where do you keep coming from?!

[brb_war]

Sixth one? Are you so pissed drunk that you're seeing more than just double, Russian?

[chairman_yao]

I am not familiar with anyone called Victor or Charlie... Are those some of Kirkland's 'fairy friends'?

[brb_war]

The hell?

I'm talking about the Vietcong, not pixies!

[chairman_yao]

You might as well be talking about pixies for all the sense you are making.

Have you been drinking? *spies all the ammo* .....with Switzerland?

[brb_war]

I haven't been drinking! I've been fighting a war! *raises his rifle at China*

Don't act all buddy-buddy with me, Red.

[von_habsburg]

*walking back from his house he sees the helicopter fly overhead and deposit it's lone passenger, curious he comes closer, soon recognizing the hair and glasses, if not that particular outfit*

Alfred? What are you doing?

[brb_war]

Huh? What the hell are you doing here, Austria?

[von_habsburg]

What am I doing here? I'm living staying here. Why are...... *thinks for a moment before asking* where are you right now? I know it seems like a stupid question, but I'd like to know. Can you also tell me what year it is?

[brb_war]

I'm... suppose to be in 'Nam. And that's a stupid question, how does someone forget it's '68?