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[rumandtea]

[The sound of boots hitting the floor resonated through the quiet halls of HQ. A new addition had arrived, that person being an England dressed in a peculiar fashion that one might recognize as being from his privateering days. Which was only natural, seeing how this particular England is from that time period. He had spent the past few minutes

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[heroiccia]

"Hey Iggy!"

[afterthefalling]

Seeing himself, but again, not himself, was becoming rather predictable these days. This Headquarters place was beginning to rub off on him; surprises were hardly common despite its almost magical properties.

Familiar clothes, familiar face, and a wave of nostalgia. The British Empire in all his glory, pirate regalia and all.

"Sound principle of self-preservation, but hardly necessary. Yet." He spoke with a slight inflection, tipping his hat at the newcomer. Or at least, perceived newcomer.

[rumandtea]

A look of confusion crosses his face for a fleeting second before it's gone, replaced by mild amusement at the predicament he found himself in. While he found it hard to believe there was no doubt that there he was right in front of himself. The other's fashion sense was peculiar but nonetheless he recognized himself.

He stopped right in his tracks before crossing him arms. "So you know what's going on?" The pirate drawl he usually spoke in was dropped, one must talk like a gentleman if speaking to one in this case.

[afterthefalling]

"Not quite everything, I'm afraid. This... place, so to speak, baffles me still at times." Or likely, more often than not. Still, he'd had courtesy extended to him when he had been first introduced to the Headquarters; it would do well for him to pay the favor forward. Especially since this was... himself. From the past, or from a parallel world, it didn't quite matter.

He expression turns wry for a moment, the faintest quirk of the lips. "Out raiding galleons before finding yourself in here, I take it?"

[rumandtea]

Arthur cocked a brow at his words, so the place was an enigma. "And just what is the nature of this place?" He contained himself for the moment, it wouldn't do much good asking a bunch of questions at once.

"Had just finished and was heading off for home, actually." He grinned at the thought of the treasure they'd be bringing back this time around, surely the queen would be impressed.

[latchkeycolony]

[Alfred has been exploring too, because what the hell else are you gonna do in a place so big where you don't understand more than half the technology present? The fridge is clearly haunted. HAUNTED. So he's wandering barefoot but at least cleaned up and no longer covered with dirt, though his clothes are still worn and grass stained.

The first instinct is to go to the noise, since he's always so lonely and loves visitors! But he's still a little worried that he's going to get in trouble for being here, and the heavier the boots are the more expensive they are, right? And those sound goddamn expensive. So he ducks into an open doorway instead, peeking out to see who could be coming in a way that is only stealthy in his mind. There's not a whole lot of need for stealth when you can bench press a bison, but allow him his illusions of stealthiness.]

[rumandtea]

[England stops as soon as he sees Alfred hiding. It's definitely obvious to the Englishman that he's being spied on. However, from his point of view he can only discern that it was Alfred, definitely standing on a stool. Because honestly, the Alfred he knew was much too little to be that tall. For now England was preoccupied with how Alfred had come to be here.]

Alfred. I can see you. [He smiled and walked forward towards him.]

[latchkeycolony]

[FTTTT. Alfred ducks his head down as if that would somehow make him more invisible. Perhaps thinking CAMOUFLAGE as loudly as possible in his head only works when he's outside. It doesn't work even then.

If it was anyone else he'd probably be pouting and sullen over it. But he hasn't seen England in like forever, so that kills quite a bit of the pout and he steps out into the open with a grin.] Hey, Arthur.

[rumandtea]

[Sadly the entire 'They can't see you if you can't see them' doesn't always work. The entire thing has only managed to amuse England, his smile a tad wider now.]

[It's entirely replaced as Alfred steps out and he sees him completely. Was he really gone for that long? Since when did Alfred get taller?]

Y-you... [He pauses to regain his composure.] You grew?

[rosade_espana]

[It had been a log time since this Spain had worn clothing like this. It was like she was back fighting with England on the open seas. It was odd, but she hadn't been able to find her normal clothes for the moment. She didn't mind. Dressing like this showed off her slim figure and the curves that she had.

Her favorite rosary was held in one hand as she walked along, whistling an old sea tune with a small smile. If only she could get a ship and go out on the open sea again. She missed it. Sadly, she didn't notice England down the hall. She was headed in the same direction after all.]

[rumandtea]

[A grin immediately spread across England's face as he caught sight of Spain. While he didn't know whether or not he was behind this he did know that this was the perfect opportunity for a duel, to the death or not.]

Spain. [The smirk stayed with him as he approached the Spaniard. He was unaware that this particular one was a she, something he didn't notice until he was a couple yards away, at which point he stopped.]

[rosade_espana]

[She turned when she was called to, a small smirk playing on her lips.]

Si, Inglaterra?

[She recognized the accent as soon as she heard it. There was no mistaking it. Still, the England that she was used to dealing with was a woman, but this didn't bother her at all. She would prove herself to be a worthy adversary no matter what.]

[rumandtea]

So it is you.

[Granted a female. England frowned, he had no doubt that she knew how to fight. But seeing how he was from an earlier time, he thought of her as slightly less powerful than her male self. Questions could wait for later, for now England was drawing his sword, anticipating a duel.]

[changedbywar]

[Congratulations. You have run into a very pregnant and barefoot young lady who is trying to get a drink of Coca-cola.

And she does not look very happy. In fact, she looks on the urge of an epic freak out.]

A-Arthur! Y-you haven't been drinking, have you?

[rumandtea]

[She looks very familiar, too familiar... Like a certain someone he knew.]

[Oh well.]

Aye, but not to excess, lass. [He glanced her over before following up with] And who might y'be?

[changedbywar]

Emily...that is, the female counterpart of Alfred. Try to ignore the fact I look like a cow right now.

Welcome to HQ. It's a nexus...that means a meeting point of worlds. Mine has a female and a male person for every nation.

[She takes a gulp of soda and sighs.] Or I am a drunken hallucination, which ever is easier on you.

[rumandtea]

[Have an Englishman staring at you as if you're insane.]

Stop speaking nonsense. You can't possibly be the female 'counterpart' of Alfred. For one, he's only this small. [Gestures with his hands.]

As for the rest of it, prove it, if you can.