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[battle_maid]

I can't help but feel this is some sort of sick joke that Prussia decided to pull on me, or just something completely out of place at that. It's just... this certainly isn't home and I'm pretty certain I have never been here. But... the pictures seem to have me in them, even if it is some really weird clothing. And some of the things in the kitchen

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[dieu_etmondroit]

... By God it's another.

[dieu_etmondroit]

...

[dieu_etmondroit]

Wait... Did she say Prussia?

[dieu_etmondroit]

Oh, bloody Hell.

Ahem.

Excuse me, miss. You wouldn't happen to be Hungary, would you?

[battle_maid]

Ah? I would be, who are you?

[dieu_etmondroit]

England. I don't believe we've spoken a great deal in the past.

If I may ask, what year is it for you?

[battle_maid]

England. I can't really recall hearing much about you, so I'd assume not.

Last I checked it was 1873. Why?

[dieu_etmondroit]

...Did I hear that, right? 1873!?

[battle_maid]

You heard right. 1873.

[dieu_etmondroit]

[Clears his throat.]

This ...may come as a shock to you, but the world we're currently trapped in is placed roughly along the 1950's.

[battle_maid]

[Softest bit of a squeak.]

Nineteen-fifty? That... that's not possible!

[dieu_etmondroit]

I'm afraid it is. You are trapped in the future like America, and I'm in the bloody past.

Don't worry, this actually gets worse.

[battle_maid]

How can a place pull me into the future? It isn't logically possible, no matter how you look at it.

...How much worse?

[dieu_etmondroit]

Tell that to the damned city. If you don't believe me, you can try to leave. You'll understand then.

[battle_maid]

Maybe I will! There is nothing that can hold me in one place.

[dieu_etmondroit]

Good luck with that, then.