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[welljustwatchme]

A: action upstairs at 1447 Mitchell Road

[Immediately upon waking, Canada's fully aware nothing's right, nothing's as it was. Which has her in panic mode, ready to fight anything that comes at her while she explores the room she woke up in. It's nice, in its own way, except the door is locked and the drop from the window is a bit more than she's

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[theseineone]

Ah, we are? [Counting on her, that is.] I was not aware.

[welljustwatchme]

Excuse me, who are you?

[theseineone]

I am la république Française, mademoiselle, as I'm sure you would know if Belgique and I were counting on you so much! I will assume you are just confused, what with all this kidnapping going on...

[welljustwatchme]

Non, monsieur, I'm sorry. But I know France quite well and you are not her.

[theseineone]

... Her, you say?

[welljustwatchme]

Bien sûr. I know my own maman.

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[theseineone]

[O-oh, she called him- her "maman". That is so cute...]

[theseineone]

[But he doesn't have any daughters that would call him that.

But Romana's France probably does.] ... Well, you can call me papa then.

[welljustwatchme]

... Non, merci.

[Although you can't see it, there is much linefacing.]

[theseineone]

[Trying to guess who this is... Ah, not many of his former colonies actually call him "papa" though, it's hard... Friends with Belgium, though... Oh, he gives up.] What is your name?

[welljustwatchme]

I'm Canada.

[theseineone]

... Canada. [Female Canada so cute he bets she's beautiful and sexy and that's not at all an inappropriate line of thought for a father to have.]

Well, I am France. I understand that- ah- your maman is female but you have been kidnapped to another world with many people from many other worlds apparently one world where our genders are switched! It is very interesting. You can ask Romana for confirmation if you would like, you should be familiar with her, at least? Or you could trust your papa's loving words.

[welljustwatchme]

Respectfully, monsieur, you may be France but you are not mon papa ni ma maman. Not that I'm saying you are France, of course, because that sounds more than a little fantastical.

[theseineone]

Ah? You don't believe me? How harsh. I wonder if there is anything I could do to prove it...

[welljustwatchme]

I doubt it.

[theseineone]

Alors, I must convince you somehow! Where are you, chèrie? I want to see you...