Barr-Bee-Kyuu!

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Who: Haruhi, S.M.U.T Team members, and guests; feel free to just crash the party if that's IC for you, also<3 All ages

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A blonde girl, perhaps ten years old, sat elegantly near the end of the card tables. Hidden under an umbrella despite (or more accurately, because of) the beautiful sunny weather, she looked almost gloomy despite her cheerful disposition.

In an uncharacteristic display of independence, Flandre had come alone. Perhaps Mayfield was starting to rub off on her. Idly snacking on the sweetest dish within arm's reach, she scanned the crowd, keeping her eyes open for her sister.

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Germany recognized the girl; he had observed her walking down his street and coming in and out of a house on the same street he lived on.

There was something inexplicably intimidating about the aura she gave off, though, so he did his best to avoid eye contact. (Although he glanced over at her several times, wondering if she was going to do anything but hide from the sun.)

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Flandre noticed one uptight-looking guy occasionally glancing her way. Who was he? It was so hard to tell everyone apart these days.

Well, it's not a party if you don't socialize. "You there, with the uniform," she called out. "Are you one of the nation people?"

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"Uh-- Er--" Germany stammered at first, not used to people coming to him for idle conversation; usually HE also gave off to intimidating an aura for people to approach. He cleared his throat and stood at attention as he answered the girl. "Yes. I am Germany, successor to the Holy Roman Empire. I also answer to the name 'Ludwig'."

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"Good." Flandre stood and approached Germany, looking him dead in the eye as if she wasn't half his height. "I had a few questions about how that works. You're really a whole country, right?"

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What a weird child... Germany couldn't help thinking to himself.

"Yes...?" he answered, not sure where she was going.

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So far, so good. "Then do different parts of your body correspond to different parts of the country? Like, is one of your eyebrows the capital city?"

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"M-my eyebrow?! Of all the preposterous...!" Germany spouted like a hot tea kettle, covering both eyebrows with a hand apparently without thinking, "I've never heard something so ridiculous! Berlin, an EYEBROW..."

(( this is the best answer we'll ever get, lol, other than that I have no idea if Berlin is represented anywhere in Germany's design))

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That wasn't technically a "yes," but it was close enough for her. Flandre smiled cheerfully, looking the most like a normal child that she had since the conversation began. "Good! I figured out how we can escape this town."

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"...Eh? Are you serious?" Germany said with ample hesitation.

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"It's easy," Flandre replied, as if explaining something that should be painfully obvious. "America lives here, right?"

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"That will not work, there is no way that would work, please re-consider your conclusion," Germany said in quick deadpan.

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"It seems to make plenty of sense to me," Flandre grumbled. "Mayfield's gotta be somewhere on him."

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"If it were as simple as that, then don't you think we wouldn't thought of that and tried it already? We're here, we are not this town," said Germany, nodding his head to himself as he reasoned with her, "If you think about it reasonably, it makes sense."

((no, no it doesn't))

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"No, no it doesn't."