1 glass of beer [voice]

[tuboooorg]

[Turning the cellphone on by random button pressing, Denmark now speaks into it, not really taking into consideration how loud his volume is actually getting. Screw that!]

Oi! Nor! Swed! You two gotta be 'round here somewhere, right?

[...Or how 'bout anyone else fer that matter? I'm a gonna wait 'til ya come fer me so I can- no wait forget

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[edes_virag]

[Out wandering, Hungary's more than thrilled that she was able to find a simple soft pink dress with an Earth green shawl that wrapped around her shoulders. On her hands, she wears black gloves to help keep away from of the chill she can't seem to shake since waking up in the Freezer.

Looking around, she swears she might see a familiar face which is rather haunting given she has no idea who anyone is or WHERE anyone is in this city.]

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[tuboooorg]

[Denmark spots her wandering around. There's a few seconds of observing because he thinks she looks really familiar, and after some more squinting...

AH!

He stomps over, waving a hand around]

I knew there was 'nother one around! Hey Hungary!

[edes_virag]

[The heavy foot falls catch her attention and once she looks over in time to hear the sound of his voice, her eyes widen. A familiar face.

Oh God, a familiar face. She's so happy she could almost burst in to tears so quickly she runs to him and practically tackle-hugs herself around his neck.] Denmark!

I thou-thought I'd never see anyone again!

[tuboooorg]

[When he gets closer he comes to a stop, just in time to catch the hug. Which he's a bit surprised about]

Why'd ya think that?

[Besides the fact that there in a completely different world...]

[Voice]

[tenderlands]

[Even here, in a nearly deserted city, it seems he can't relish the relative peace and silence. Of course he can't.

He wouldn't say he's almost relieved to hear a familiar voice, even if it were true.]

There's no one around, rukker. [His tone is matter-of-fact, though mildly irritated.] Have y'looked outside?

It's empty.

[Voice]

[tuboooorg]

[There's another voice he recognizes! The smoker, right?]

Course there is, tallkin' to you aren't I? [He doesn't seem to pick up on Netherland's tone of voice] Besides! There were other people in the morgue.

[Voice]

[tenderlands]

That's not- [He pauses to pinch the bridge of his nose, knitting his brow in frustration, though obviously Denmark can't see.]

None of the people here are from here. 'Least not that I've seen. There's hardly anyone as it is.

[Voice]

[tuboooorg]

[brb being oblivious]

Oh right that. I was just wonderin' where all the natives went, or if there were even any here before.