Oi, where the bloody hell am I?
[ England sounds incredibly dazed and confused, which isn't too surprising. It's what most people sound like when they wake up hungover and totally lostI promised myself I'd stop after my fifth pint... and I swore I did. The night's a bit hazy after that point, but I wasn't tanked enough to lose myself this badly
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Welcome back, I suppose. Though I suspect your world is much more comfortable than here.
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But thank you, miss.
[ sob I don't recall if he ever got her name ahhhh ;o; ]
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Oh, you don't need to be so formal. Call me Namine. I've heard a lot about you from America already.
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You'll have to forgive me for my less than formal greeting; it's not how I usually introduce myself.
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No, you weren't bombed! This is how this place usually looks!
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Things tend to get a bit muddled when you first wake up.
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Oh! You mentioned Mr. America! Are you one of his friends?
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I wouldn't say friend. His begrudging caretaker, more like.
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But you're... just excited to see me as well, yeah? Just a bit?
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... Me?
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Wasn't Russ'a.
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Bad assumption on my part. I forgot for a second there that he doesn't have the brains to pull something this complex.
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Nor th' technology.
[Guessing here, but hey. He's heard enough technological babble form Fin and Est to at least know some words. Even if they aren't much more than words for him.]
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Are you and Russia at war?
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