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[oilandtinderbox]

In the dark hall, a certan Brit weilding an old oil lantern dashes blindly down the corridor.

He has no idea what's going on. He woke up and Gilbert wasn't there. The shadows seemed to reach out for him, and he heard the sounds of monsters. So his main instict was to run and hide.

He stops around a corner, holding the lantern against his heaving

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[pomodorina]

W-what's with your face stupid...?

[oilandtinderbox]

He nearly jumps out of his skin before realizing who the voice belonged to.

"Lovina..?" He sighs, slouching against the wall. "Oh thank god, it's just you..."

[pomodorina]

[You almost scared her, how could you even dare to?!]

Who else am I supposed to be stupid?!

[oilandtinderbox]

"Right, how could I suggest otherwise?" He shakes his head, ignoring the throbbing pain. "What are you doing out here?"

[ingreatdeeds]

[ The Confederacy is surprised by the sight of the other. He hasn't seen many around HQ, and the other seemed upset. ...was that blood? ]

...what happened?

[oilandtinderbox]

He looks up, calming slightly. A somewhat familiar face, at the very least.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

[ingreatdeeds]

"That's a bit hard ta believe, ya realize..."

Aaron steps closer to Arthur, trying to get a better look at the other's cheek.

"Yer injured."

[oilandtinderbox]

"Injured? What are yo-?" He raises a hand to his gash. ".... Oh."

[unioneitalia]

/// Oh, you're back! Hello there! Sorry if it took so long for me to reply but the snow+exams combo killed my internet activity

[oilandtinderbox]

[[Yes, I'm finally back! Always great to hear from you~]]

[unioneitalia]

[I hate myself so much... anyway, I've been busy the past week but now, when and if you still want to play, I'm here <3
So, how is my favorite England?

[oilandtinderbox]

[[Coming over some personal issues mainly, plus focusing on getting out of school and into the big scary world XD Artie here just needed a break, but recent suggestions of Amnesia Let's Plays broght him back to my attention, so I figured I'd start playing him again. After all, he still needs to die at least once XD /shot]]

[littlelondinium]

...when you stop around the corner, you will see a little curled up bundle on the floor. It is a child, and he is crying.

When the light shines on him he looks up and whimpers. It is a tiny version of you, and he has a teapot clutched to his chest as if it's going to protect him from something.

He sees your face in the light and starts to cry louder. When he speaks, it is in Latin - and he tells you that he is lost. Oh, it's cold and wet and dark.

[oilandtinderbox]

"Hush!" He says instictively. He remembers taking a latin class back at the university, but not enough to understand what the child is speaking.