[The Butler, whom you have found to be quite the pleasant individual after having been greeted by him and served tea by him earlier in the day, is in the Sitting Room, the walls of which are lined with books.
He's flipping through a particularly musty-looking old tome...]
[So much luxury! So much decadence! So much wastefulness! Vietnam really doesn't understand why her boss ever agreed to send her to such a place, but her government is very eager about getting her involved in international affairs now that she's slowly working her way back to the world stage. So joining MAFIA, well- her bosses were very enthusiastic about it.
Nevertheless, being out of political isolation doesn't always mean being social, so she's out in the Courtyard, enjoying all of the island's lush nature.]
[shuffling out of the restrooms that empty out into the courtyard; at least this place was immaculately clean. One more point in its favor, on top of the surprisingly pleasant servant.
But the Butler's admirable manners was not the only surprising thing- China had not expected to see Vietnam here, and although he approaches, it is with great caution. Although she is, and was, and forever will be both ally and enemy (and above all family) to him...in his time, he aided half of her and fought against the half that was aided by America. He cannot be quite sure of how she would react, now, to anything.]
[She's wondering if there isn't a way to simply scale over the neatly trimmed hedges when she senses a presence behind her. Of course, her ability to feel when something is approaching her back has not dulled over the years- it remains there, as ever-present as the scars on her body which are covered by long sleeves and high, modest collars.
She turns; a faint smile spreads across her face.]
You, too, then? [It's not surprising; if she was picked for this, he would be, too, of course.]
[The smile, faint as it is, surprises him as much as it pleases him. But his guard doesn't drop, and his tone is careful as he replies, unsmiling:]
Yes, have been...[he seems to roll the word around in his mouth] invited here. [a paranoid glance takes in his surroundings] What are you thinking of place so far?
[Rooting around in the office, only half-interested, his mind elsewhere. Chairman Mao had eagerly endorsed this trip, and China trusted him, but....it just seemed so strange, for a thousand reasons.
He idly picks up a pen and begins to draw a panda with swift, delicate strokes.]
[Japan had been wandering around the mansion for quite some time now, attempting to take in his surroundings. Emperor Meiji had sure been eager to send him here-- but why? Wasn't he in the middle of a war?
He sighed a little and stopped walking to observe the room he was in.]
[Monaco was in awe. Sure, the mansion wasn't as large as some of the others she had seen or been in, but it was still quite lovely nonetheless. Though like most of the other countries here, she had no idea why Prince Albert II agreed to send her on this trip. She thought that it might have been because she was focusing too much time and energy on her latest tourism campaign, but she never really got an answer.
She decides to take a look in the Billiard room to see if she couldn't find any cards.]
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He's flipping through a particularly musty-looking old tome...]
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Nevertheless, being out of political isolation doesn't always mean being social, so she's out in the Courtyard, enjoying all of the island's lush nature.]
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But the Butler's admirable manners was not the only surprising thing- China had not expected to see Vietnam here, and although he approaches, it is with great caution. Although she is, and was, and forever will be both ally and enemy (and above all family) to him...in his time, he aided half of her and fought against the half that was aided by America. He cannot be quite sure of how she would react, now, to anything.]
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She turns; a faint smile spreads across her face.]
You, too, then? [It's not surprising; if she was picked for this, he would be, too, of course.]
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Yes, have been...[he seems to roll the word around in his mouth] invited here. [a paranoid glance takes in his surroundings] What are you thinking of place so far?
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He idly picks up a pen and begins to draw a panda with swift, delicate strokes.]
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No drawing in class, teacher! I'll give you detention, you know.
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What you doing here.
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My boss told me to. [ A beat. ] I was just saying hi.
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He sighed a little and stopped walking to observe the room he was in.]
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Ah.. you are here as well?
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I am not surprised to see you here.
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She decides to take a look in the Billiard room to see if she couldn't find any cards.]
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