hai mươi một ❀| if you're hearing screams, come back, child, come back
[There's silence, for a few moments- light, unsteady breathing before Vietnam speaks. Her voice is quiet and strained.] I want to go home just as much as the rest of you do. So if there is... In any way... that what information I can provide can become useful, then... Tôi không biết...
My full name is Cộng hòa xã hội chủ nghĩa Việt Nam. The Socialist Republic of Vietnam. I am, for those of you who do not already know, a Communist nation. It's... [She hesitates with her words for a moment.] It is 1988. A-ah... at least it was when I left and came here.
If you wish to know of the Cold War from the perspective of one who was involved in it, you may speak to me. I will attempt to explain things as best as I can.
They are trying to... divide you. Divide us. [She's usually an eloquent speaker, but her voice is hitching for some reason.] Please do not be quick to trust what is said about Communism here. Myself and other Communist nations here... We wish to leave, as well.
[After placing the phone call, Vietnam is nowhere to be found at either her own assigned home or the ones she usually frequents- Russia's and Charles's. Those near the town's border, though, will see a motorcycle idling near it, and further past that, the nation herself is curled in the highest branches of a tree, knees drawn to her chest, forehead resting against them. Though the night is cool, she is wearing little more than a loose white dress, and where it dips down in the back thick bandages around her chest can be seen.]
My full name is Cộng hòa xã hội chủ nghĩa Việt Nam. The Socialist Republic of Vietnam. I am, for those of you who do not already know, a Communist nation. It's... [She hesitates with her words for a moment.] It is 1988. A-ah... at least it was when I left and came here.
If you wish to know of the Cold War from the perspective of one who was involved in it, you may speak to me. I will attempt to explain things as best as I can.
They are trying to... divide you. Divide us. [She's usually an eloquent speaker, but her voice is hitching for some reason.] Please do not be quick to trust what is said about Communism here. Myself and other Communist nations here... We wish to leave, as well.
[After placing the phone call, Vietnam is nowhere to be found at either her own assigned home or the ones she usually frequents- Russia's and Charles's. Those near the town's border, though, will see a motorcycle idling near it, and further past that, the nation herself is curled in the highest branches of a tree, knees drawn to her chest, forehead resting against them. Though the night is cool, she is wearing little more than a loose white dress, and where it dips down in the back thick bandages around her chest can be seen.]