001-[Phone] This can only end in tears....

[canhaspasta]

[Italy can't even begin to understand what's going on. He's woken up in a strange room in a strange house wearing strange clothes. None of this is familiar. He took a cautious look around, hoping that either Mr. Austria or Miss Hungary was around. No such luck. But then he noticed the pictures...]

These are tiny portraits of me...... They are so

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[sveariket]

[Sounds familiar...]

'taly?

[canhaspasta]

[Hmmm, not a voice he recognizes, although that way of speaking is fairly unique...]

Si.... C- could you be...Mr. Sweden?

[sveariket]

Y's.

[At least the age seems to be about correct... is it? He frowns at the wall over the telephone.]

[canhaspasta]

Umm..... Are there a lot of us here?

[It sure seems like it. He's already talked to several other nations....]

[sveariket]

Most 're too old.

What's yer year?

[canhaspasta]

My year...? I- I don't understand...

[Could it be Mr. Sweden doesn't know what year it is?]

[sveariket]

M'ne 's th' 1000s. Norway's from th' 1400s, most 're from th' 2000s.

[canhaspasta]

But.... I don't understand. How could we all be in different years?

[sveariket]

's th' town.