It had been a rough day of meeting, with very few lunch breaks. Alfred hated a lack of lunch breaks, any less than three was just unforgivable. It did not help that the subjects of said meetings were of a serious nature, and the lives of many could be affected by the decisions made. So they held his full attention, as much as he would rather
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She looked up when the door opened and she sighed huffily. Would she never get an evening in peace? But she seemed resigned to being bothered, and she reached up to wave him in. "Good evening," she spoke with an English accent thick enough to pass for Arthur Kirkland himself, though she obviously was simply one of his people. "Can I help you with something?
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"Aaahhh....sorry to interrupt." He muttered as he examined the odd cane by her nightstand. "...I just kind of wandered into this place, and this was the first unlocked door." He looked her over again, noting the fact that his desire had not changed any...in fact, it was getting worse. Frustrated, he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.
"...Sorry to be blunt...but...what the hell is this place? Cause I sure as hell ain't in Kansas anymore."
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"Well good luck getting out again," she observed as she took off more of the metal plates from her arms, setting them on the night stand. "This is a hotel that not very many of us at all have managed to escape from. Count yourself lucky you didn't wake up here, you would have found yourself molested, and possibly bound. Such is the nature of the place. Can't you feel it in the air?"
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"But I just walked into this place! How the hell can there be no way out? And I don't feel shit in the air..." Even as he spoke those words, he knew very well what she was talking about. This place was sexually charged, all right. How or why, he didn't know, but it probably wasn't important.
The important part was staying on top. In more ways than one.
"...Okay, maybe I know what ya mean. I don't get why, but I catch your drift. What do people do to make it around here, so they don't wind up...well, as you described?"
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"Why is American bastard opening door without knocking?"
Slender fingers quickly grasped the handle of the knife that was laying on the top of the dresser, bringing it forth to brandish with calculated ease. "Am not appreciative of capitalist jerk standing in doorway like lost child." The fact that she was only wearing a button-up shirt that was undone to cover herself and her bra and panties and thigh-high stockings didn't phase her one bit as there was more important things to deal with - namely one brash American.
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On the other hand, she highly doubted he would have believed her in the first place. Usually she didn't care one way or another if the capitalist pig understood what she was saying but for some reason she seemed almost hesitant to fully just push him away and back out the door with her usual tact. "Do not remember extending invitation to come in. Why do you invite yourself in?"
Knife still in hand, she walked over to where he was standing and stopped in front of him, standing perhaps a bit too close for comfort any other time.
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She turned as the door opened, adjusting the skirt of her dress, and greeted the newcomer. "Hello. Can I help you?"
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"Ah hey, I think I'm lost. Where exactly am I? This place is totally giving me the willies..." Among other things.
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With an annoyed groan, she pushed herself off of the bed and began to strip out of her normal clothing. The apron was to go first, followed by the green dress and eventually the rest but in a moment's time after she disrobed herself, did she hear the door open.
Turning quickly, Hungary threw her arms around herself and stared wide eyed at the familiar face.
"....A-America?"
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"Ah...I'm sorry! The door was unlocked..." Still not looking at her, he gave her a chance to cover up as he gathered his thoughts. "Hungary, eh? You're pretty far from home. Ah, if I may ask, what the hell is this place? I just kind of walked in, and I have yet to find an exit. It's kinda creepy as hell."
"Though," he added "...I'm glad to see a somewhat familiar face. Is this something nation related?"
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After wrapping herself in the makeshift dress, she wandered over towards America and blinked. "Oh, ah, it's fine. It happens." She said before she tilted her head.
"Nation related? I'm afraid not... You're kind of in one of Japan's Love hotels. There's no way out of here- well- at least none found at all."
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Now that she was fully covered, he ventured further into the room, looking around a bit, before turning back to her. "...This place is pretty snazzy for a prison, eh? So, how did you get here, and how long have you been here?" It would be best to get as much information as he could, regardless of anything else going through his mind while standing in this room alone with her...
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So why was he here?
"Hey, yo, James...ah....this place is pretty damn creepy, isn't it?" And arousing, but he didn't particularly feel like going into that little detail right now. "I'd have knocked but the door just opened so easy." He looked around at the lush surrounding of the room.
"...Where exactly is this? I made a wrong turn coming out of my last meeting, and boom. I'm here. I'd kinda like to get the hell out, and grab a burger...you down?" As unusual as this meeting was, he was still James, and they were over due for a hang out.
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"It's pretty weird, yeah," he commented. "From what I can figure."
He gave another tired grumble as he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up further. He wasn't so much groggy as the bed was so comfy and he wanted to just flop back down into it. He'd swear these beds had a magnetic affect to them.
He adjusted his position so that he was half sitting up, half still leaning on his arm so he could talk to Alfred easier.
"I'm...not really sure, to be honest. It seems like a hotel of sorts, but there's more to it than that, I'm sure. I just kinda found myself here one day, but from what I've heard, there's...not really a way to leave. But if you're talking food, I'm sure there's someplace in the building that can fix that~" There was food involved? Of course course he was down! "Just...gimme a sec to wake up."
And he flopped back face-first into the pillow with a slight "oof." So warm and cozy...~
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"I mean, that's great that there's food and all, but c'mon! Doesn't it bother you that you're stuck in a place you just wandered into by mistake?" And with that, Alfred plopped down on the bed next to him, still doing a damned good job of ignoring that strange as hell feeling of arousal. Though, once he sat down, he could feel just how comfy the bed was...
"So, what do you do all day if you're stuck here?" He knew the ideas he was getting just from looking around and feeling the atmosphere. But he rather hoped that he was wrong.
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