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[klavierkavalier]

[ACTION: 1123 Taylor Road.]

[Austria is presented with... a rather alarming situation when he wakes early in the morning. He quickly gets out of the bed, careful not to disturb the unknown woman lying next to him. He does glimpse some strange, highly detailed photographs featuring himself in strange clothing. His face feels bare without his

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Phone

[muskatli]

[While she knows better than to answer early calls at this rate, she always feels sorry for the newcomers.]

Why, he--

Wait for it

[muskatli]

Waaait for it

[muskatli]

Right

[muskatli]

M-MISTER AUSTRIA?!

[klavierkavalier]

[While she sounds a little more grown up, he recognizes the voice in an instant.]

... yes. [He is really too shocked to show any emotion beyond that.]

[muskatli]

You're back!

Oh, when did this happen? Are you unharmed?

[klavierkavalier]

I... I beg your pardon? Back?

[His head is starting to ache. Not to mention Hungary seems uncharacteristically pleased to see him.]

I am quite well, physically.

[muskatli]

I must have startled you, and so early in the morning, too. [She takes a moment to clear her throat, even if she can barely stand still in the kitchen, from where she's calling. Russia seemed to find the town entirely alien, so why not Austria?]

I'm glad to hear that. Despite what you may remember, some people would tell you used to live in this town before.

[klavierkavalier]

You are one amongst many persons and things that have startled me this morning. Are you... speaking from another home? [He does not know what to call what one does over this... 'phone'.]

That cannot be correct... [Though it seems doubtful Hungary would mistake another man for him.]

[muskatli]

I'm terribly sorry, but-- [It gets better? Not really, but there's no sense in rattling him further].

I'm at 456 Stone street right now. Do you know where you've woken up? I can come over, perhaps...[Because God help them all if he decides to leave the house on his own.]

[klavierkavalier]

I do not currently know my location. I suppose if I go outside I can more accurately assess where I am located?

[muskatli]

If there's any mail addressed to your household then you should be able to find the address on the envelope-- [She starts excitedly, before realizing that Austria may not be able to locate the mailbox.]

It's the little box right outside the gate with a little flag on it.

[klavierkavalier]

[He nods, even if Hungary cannot see it.]

I will return then.

[He does so after a few minutes, his voice strained.]

There are highly unusual carriages outside, Hungary. 1123 Taylor Road though, I believe.

[muskatli]

Oh, about that... [Perhaps driving to Taylor Road won't be a good idea after all.] They're harmless as long as you stay on the pavement.

[A while later, the whirring and vrooming of a motorbike coming to a halt can be heard outside 1123 Taylor Road. She takes care to park it out of view, before hurrying to the door.

And pausing one last time to straighten her clothes out of habit. Her hair is shorter, and she's still fairly thinner than usual, but it's not her appearance she worries about as much as Austria's "return" as she knocks on the door.]

[klavierkavalier]

[The implication that they do not always stay on the pavement is a little worrying. Austria does not dwell on it.

He opens the door after a moment of hesitation, feeling quite strange without his glasses. It takes him a few moments to speak after he looks over Hungary, attempting to pick up on the small changes in her appearance.]

Ah, welcome. [To be welcoming her to his 'home' as of several hours ago seems strange, but manners come first. He is not entirely sure how to greet a future version of a person he knows so well.]

[muskatli]

[Her hand tightens around the basket handle with hours of pastry experiments from the day before, so that she doesn't allow herself to fling her arms around Austria. Really, what would he think? Even if he had been droned for a long time now. Instead, she smiles.]

You're inviting me in, right? [Leave alone the fact that he'd insisted on coming.]