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[redwhitenbread]

[There are vast, harvested fields in a sligthly hilly landscape, extending to the far horizon; you can't see the sun, it is hidden behind clouds. It is cold, the promise of the first snow hanging in the air

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[letunityblossom]

[Lithuania's been doing some exploration of the whole "Collective Imagination" thing, and so stumbled across a door. He enters uncertainly, and gasps at the sudden scenery change.]

Hello? Is anyone here?

[redwhitenbread]

[A human voice. He turns around and runs towards it, One hand at the hilt of his sword. In times like this one needs to be careful.]

[The door will be vanished should Lithuania turn around.]

[letunityblossom]

[Lithuania does take a step back when he notices the figure running toward him, and is startled that there's no door to back toward. He settles for studying the figure.]

L-Latvia?

[redwhitenbread]

[Latvia stops fast enough to nearly topple over when he recognizes Lithuania and clenches the hilt of his sword harder, not to draw it, but for support.]

[The last time he saw his brother... he still feels guilty, although rationally there is nothing that he would have to feel guilty for.]

Li-Lietuva.

[What should he say. What should he say?]

[letunityblossom]

[Lithuania, however, busies himself worrying over his brother.] You're here too? If we're still... In that weird place. Are you alright?

[redwhitenbread]

[Liet might notice that his little brother is a bit younger than he remembers him, and less shaky. With time.]

Where is here?

[If it was burnt, he would think that it was Poland... He tries to relax his hand by a bit.]

[letunityblossom]

[He does notice, a little, but he's more worried about the insanity of everything else.] I-I'm not sure. The Collective Imagination? But this doesn't look like it...

[He studies his brother a bit. Something's different...]

[redwhitenbread]

Collective imagination?

[Latvia doesn't really notice that Liet is older, either. He worries too much about how he should handle this situation, more with Lithuania that with the place.]

[letunityblossom]

I think that's what it's called anyway. Or, before I came in here. I don't know where we are now.

[redwhitenbread]

[He can't tell Lithuania that he needs to go back badly. Surely his brother would wish Sweden no luck in this war.]

It looks m-much like my place.

[Just that there are no soldiers he wants to add, but then again, nearly all of them are gone by now. Just... was it really that cold already? They have to hurry, really hurry now, or they will get into the Russian winter...]

[letunityblossom]

[Lithuania examines the area a bit.] I guess it does. But this can't be, can it?

[redwhitenbread]

I should not be here.

[His fingers twiddle with the fabric of his uniform and tries to gather courage for his next words.]

Wh-why are you here?

[He doesn't know what Lithuania and Poland think about him and Estonia now. It would be understandable but very bad if... if... But why should they like them now the way they did earlier in their lifes? The world changes. Changes that made them end up on different sides of a war. ...But now he is alone, and he is just a little dependant nation. If he run in any of their enemies (and obviously that would be everyone who doesn't belong to Sweden) he would definitely lose.]

I keep wondering how long it'll take them to realize they're from different times

[letunityblossom]

Why no--Me? I don't know, I came in through a door. It's not here anymore... [His brow furrows in confusion.]

I know a couple of Russia's who never got the hang of that.

[redwhitenbread]

[That was the same when he entered. At first he thought that that meant that he had gone home, but obviousely it doesn't.]

[Latvia looks a bit closer, trying to figure out if Lithuania is still hurt from a few months before when they marched through Commonwealth territory -again.]

(what does he wear?)

they'll have to get it eventually, right? XD

[letunityblossom]

[And, noticing his brother studying him, Lithuania studies Latvia, too. And, wait a second.]

...What are you wearing?

They... should...

[redwhitenbread]

[He hastily looks down, checking that everything is covered by the coat, then looks up again. Lithuania most likely knows, but the question...]

M-My uniform.

[he knows that it isn't like Lithuania to get really angry at him, not in a way that bad things would happen, but the last years have been far from normal. And he also knows that he wouldn't stand a chance against the larger nation.]