I do not know for what or whom I wait. ; 1

Jan 23, 2010 11:02


[He doesn't recognize the house he's in. Which in all honesty, wasn't as strange as it should have been.

It's when he actually gets out of bed that things take a turn for the bizarre. Pictures. There were pictures of him and some strange family on the wall. As far as he knew, he'd never seen them before. And yet, he looked happy in them. Maybe it ( Read more... )

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fuelefficient January 23 2010, 16:34:24 UTC
Ah...greetings, France-san.

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flowercensored January 23 2010, 16:36:41 UTC
Mon dieu! Are you all in on this?

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fuelefficient January 23 2010, 16:37:25 UTC
All in...?

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flowercensored January 23 2010, 16:38:16 UTC
England's prank, of course.

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fuelefficient January 23 2010, 16:38:46 UTC
I do not believe this is a prank.

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flowercensored January 23 2010, 16:39:49 UTC
There is nothing else it could possibly be, mon ami.

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fuelefficient January 23 2010, 16:40:45 UTC
I must respectfully disagree. What you see around you is rather real and not part of a prank.

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flowercensored January 23 2010, 16:45:36 UTC
If it was not a prank, I would still be in Paris, no?

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fuelefficient January 23 2010, 16:47:24 UTC
You happen to be in America-san's house. Not England-san's.

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flowercensored January 23 2010, 16:52:51 UTC
So it is America's fault?

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fuelefficient January 23 2010, 16:54:03 UTC
It isn't that either...

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flowercensored January 23 2010, 16:58:33 UTC
Then what is it?

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fuelefficient January 23 2010, 17:00:09 UTC
Some people we do not know have placed us here for their own amusement, I suppose. Unfortunately, it is rather impossible to leave.

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flowercensored January 23 2010, 17:02:38 UTC
How can leaving a town be impossible?

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fuelefficient January 23 2010, 17:03:22 UTC
By setting up a space/time distortion, it is possible.

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flowercensored January 23 2010, 17:08:35 UTC
Ah...Of course! Why didn't I think of that sooner?

[You lost him.]

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