[He should have just... kept on moving.]

[ahamburgerhero]

[Really, all he wanted to do was a bit of wandering. New places always interested him, and he certainly hadn't seen this building before, so he figured he could do a bit of exploring before meeting up with England. He was sure there'd be time- it was only just a quick peak, after all.

It was only after an hour, though, did he notice he couldn't

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/just. put this one here. hello there~

[ingreatdeeds]

[ A certain Confederate probably would have just kept on walking past the room, but...damnit. He recognizes that voice. ]

Cursin' tha buildin' ain't gonna help.

[ Only god knows how many times he's done it himself. Usually ends up in some embarrassing situation for his trouble. ]

Hello, hello~

[ahamburgerhero]

[It didn't register to him that he had company at first. Being frustrated at the sudden disappearance of the only exit to his knowledge took up most of his attention, and he mindlessly answered the person without even properly realizing it.]

Well buildings aren't supposed to make doors disa-

[He was cut off when the realization finally struck him, and he slightly turned his head to look at whoever was behind him.]

Um...

Hey there~

[ingreatdeeds]

[ Aaron laughs lightly stepping into the room. ]

Yes, HQ has a way of doin' that. Pity, it'd be quite surprisin' if ya found a way ta git back where ya came from.

[ahamburgerhero]

[Well... wow. Aaron wasn't even the least that Alfred expected. If anything, he didn't expect to find someone who looked so similar, yet so different, to him, and the Southern accent wasn't missed either.]

HQ? [He repeated these two letters, blinking in confusion.] Headquarters of what? And what do you mean by... wait. Who the heck are you anyway?

[nieuwnederlands]

[Peeks around the corner at the sound of someone swearing.]

Hello?

[ahamburgerhero]

[Seeing Aaron was one thing- the guy could pass as his twin if he wanted to, but there were noticeable differences from his appearance. This kid, however... this kid looked like a younger Alfred. Heck, he probably was a younger Alfred, for all he knew.]

Um... hey. [He greeted, waving one hand slowly and awkwardly.]

[nieuwnederlands]

[It was another him! There sure were a lot around.]

Hallo! Hoe gaat het met u?

[...Was it too much to hope he'd found another him that had been raised by the Netherlands? He was beginning to feel like one of those weird people.]

[ahamburgerhero]

[Sadly, this America was raised by England, and he had next to no knowledge on the Dutch language. So the only thing he really could do was tilt his head and say,]

... huh?

[consummatumest]

...Brother?

[The question is asked quietly, easily missed.

Especially since unless America spontaneously learned how to translate pidgin Angelic it came across as a particularly melodic whistle. Matt realizes a few seconds after speaking that there is a very good possibility that this isn't his brother, exactly. He coughs. Right, trying this again, in English.] ... Alfred?

[ahamburgerhero]

[It was the sound of his name being called that caught Alfred's attention. He looked around for said person who said his name, eyes wandering around the room a bit before they finally found said person.]

... Mattie? [His eyes widened in surprise, confusion, and relief- surprise that his brother was here, confusion as to why he WAS here, and relief that it was someone who wasn't an alternate version of himself. Of course, he didn't really know that this wasn't his brother, or at least, the brother he knew. Something felt off, but he was too distracted at seeing Matt to notice that feeling.]

Dude, what're you even doing here?! I mean, not that I'm mad or anything, just kinda surprised since you're, um, here, but... did you get trapped too or something?

[consummatumest]

Oh, no. I've been able to come and go as I please. ... I take it that's not the case with you?

[ahamburgerhero]

It definitely isn't! [He couldn't help but take hold of Matt's arm and tug it gently.] C'mon, Mattie, get me out of here~!