♬ 001 { accidental video }

[leavemariaalone]

[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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[withgoldensoil]

Rod! You okay, mate?!

[withgoldensoil]

... Good ta see ya, by the way!

[leavemariaalone]

[this 'communication device' really ought to stop scaring him, it's becoming worrisome]

...Hardly. Who exactly is speaking to me? [his voice is shaky, but he's trying hard to quell it]

[withgoldensoil]

It's me, Aussie! Christ, pay attention, would ya? Where are ya, mate, I'll come give ya a hand.

[leavemariaalone]

Aussie...? [Now he's just frustrated and in pain.] I assure, you, I've no idea who you are, therefore it is impossible that you are acquainted with me!

[...but the offer of help is tempting] I...I doubt a hand would help me.

[withgoldensoil]

... [I don't have a sadface icon appropriate enough for Australia's current expression, so use your imagination.] Australia? I used to be England's colony? Between the South Pacific and Indian oceans? What year is it?

I'll give you two.

[leavemariaalone]

I'm not aware of any colonies he has in those waters. America appears to be of his top and only concern. [again with the year-asking, how strange] It's 1748, although that oughtn't matter to you.

...That is a kind offer, I suppose. [he's already resigned himself to talking to an inanimate object, how much worse could it get?]

[withgoldensoil]

[Oh bitch did not just go there.] America isn't- [My England, miiiiine- Oh, fuck it.] It's 2010. We're all from different points in history.

... I'll be there in a tick. [Because even if you're suddenly annoying, he can't leave a mate in need.]

[leavemariaalone]

Two thousand...[he hisses something in French] That's impossible, there is no such thing! [never mind that he's suddenly appeared on an island]

A tick? Australia, if that is your name, I've no idea what this "tick" is, nor to I intend to find out! [not that he's in any sort of position to protest, not at all, he's barely able to move from his spot over the bench]

[withgoldensoil]

[Ignoring you! And heading to the park to find you. He does eventually spot you by your bench.] Oi, Roddy! G'day, mate!

[leavemariaalone]

[Fantastic, he stiffens up, grinding his teeth as he does. He makes the mistake of looking back at him, with all those owies on his face, and the first thing he notices are the eyebrows. If he didn't believe he was one of England's...well, now he did.]

Kindly refrain from using that name. [And with a huff he turns back to glaring at the LP, suddenly re-interested in that key.] And your manner of language has much left to be desired. [Grumpy monarchy is grumpy, he hasn't had the best past seven years, war sucks, especially against Prussia.]

Sorry, ran out to lunch.

[withgoldensoil]

Yeah, yeah, you and Pomland are just the same. I'll talk how I want and what's wrong with a nickname?

... [Taking stock of those injuries now.] Who were you fighting?

S'kay <3

[leavemariaalone]

Pom... [He shakes his head, he'll just file this oddness under the 'It's English' category.]

[And those are just the ones not covered by his over 9000 layers. Rolling his shoulder back, giving it a good pop, he clenches his jaw while he thinks of an appropriate answer.] ...No one worth mentioning.

[withgoldensoil]

S'pose so, you Europeans were always fighting each other anyway. [Pokes him.] What's your key say? We can patch you up at your place.

[leavemariaalone]

[He huffs haughtily.] You have certain morons to thank for that. [Ow, poking. He perks a bit, glances back at Australia, and plucks the key from his LP.] My 'place'? You mean to inform me that I've quartering in this odd land? [And things just keep getting worse, but if it's free he supposes he can't complain.]

[withgoldensoil]

Dunno 'bout quartering, mate, but they shoulda given you a place to have a kip. This Salkia sheila, sounds like she's at least trying to be nice. She's really bad at it, but points for trying!