[He's woken up in Salkia Park, just as injured and bruised as he was after the war, granted his wounds have been dressed with the exceptions for the scrapes and splotches on his face. Amidst all the layers he's wearing, he's yet to notice that he's sitting on a strange, not-18th-century object that has turned on and is taping the grass, hello grass
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Avstreya. Even you...
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Mein Gott...Russia? [His voice is farther away, as he's promptly shoved the LP down the length of the bench from himself.
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[ Chuckles as he pictures Austria doing just that. The aristocrat was his on-again-off-again ally, and back home Roderich was hovering toward the negative of the spectrum. But, with this island, you never knew... ]
Do not be afraid of box~ Mmh... what year is it for you, Avstreya?
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I'm far from afraid! [Huff puff!] It's...[he sighs, talking to an inanimate object isn't exactly his brand of sanity] it's 1748, Russia, as it is everywhere else.
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Not~ here~
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...Where is 'here,' exactly?
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Have been told is island in it's own ocean, named "Salkia," da?
[ His smile can be heard in his voice. ]
And... the people here... they are being of the future.
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Salkia...? [He huffs.] That's impossible! I've never heard of them, nor have I seen them on the map! And moreover--
[He's silent for a moment, letting that last bit sink in.]
...Now that is simply nonsense, Russia.
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I am from 1866. And Torya and Alnechka - they are being from future. Angleya's floating prison... "Australya", he is as well.
[ Chuckles. ] Unless you are all very ill, I do not think you would be lying to me. Da?
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