001-[Phone] This can only end in tears....

[canhaspasta]

[Italy can't even begin to understand what's going on. He's woken up in a strange room in a strange house wearing strange clothes. None of this is familiar. He took a cautious look around, hoping that either Mr. Austria or Miss Hungary was around. No such luck. But then he noticed the pictures...]

These are tiny portraits of me...... They are so

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[reluctantnanny]

[A friend of Austria and Hungary is....well, someone else for Germany to take care of, obvsly

Hmm this one sounds like their a beginner with telephones, eh?] I can hear you. Can you hear me?

[canhaspasta]

Iyaa!

[Jumps, then glances around frantically, wondering who could be talking in an empty room. They must be invisible. Or a ghost....]

P-please, Mr. Ghost, don't hurt me! I'll do anything you waaaaant!

[reluctantnanny]

[Eyebrow twitch, hoo boy - gets into instructor mode, ignoring the fact that that line there sounded just like--] I'm not a ghost, and I won't hurt you, so calm down.

[Sounds like a child, huh]

..Please.

[There!]

I am speaking to you through a communication device from a long distance away.

[canhaspasta]

[The crying stops for a moment, but there's still sniffling.]

But.... where am I? Why did you bring me here?

[And he begins searching for the source of the voice. Oh, hey. That weird thing he knocked off the table before. It's talking...]

[seniorfilia]

That voice... Italie?

[canhaspasta]

[A small gasp. He knows that voice.]

B- big brother France! Is that you?

[seniorfilia]

Say that again first.

[canhaspasta]

..........

I- I don't know what you mean...

You are.... big brother France, right?

[numanstan]

[Just walkin' 'round Howard's house, like he do, stealin' his snacks--

... C-Cute...]

[canhaspasta]

[Stares up at the strange man in the house.

.... sc-scary.]

Iyaaa!

[Hiding behind the couch now.]

[numanstan]

[peering over the couch] Hey, little guy! No reason to go hidin' like that; I ain't gonna hurt ya.

[canhaspasta]

[Peering back nervously.]

Wh- who are you?

[tomatatas]

[It's the accent that catches her attention, a lilt that she knows is from the North. The names next, as well as the soft whimperish sounds, and oh god, is it her, really, from another time perhaps, but it just might be her little sister, she can only half hope, while worrying]

Venezia? Venezia, is that you?

[canhaspasta]

[The whimpering sounds pause, confused.]

Wh- who are you?

[tomatatas]

Italy Romana, Chiara Vargas. Please, is that you Venezia? [Is just as soft as he probably is, her concern quite obvious in her tone. A thought plants herself, Romana pausing]

Or are you Veneziano?

[canhaspasta]

[s-so confused. Romano is a boy. Just because they both wear dresses doesn't change that...]

Si...I am Italy Veneziano, Feliciano Vargas...

[naivetes]

Hungary? Do you mean Madame Hedervary?

[canhaspasta]

Yes! Do you know where she is?

[naivetes]

Oui! We live together!

[canhaspasta]

You do?

[Well, that's odd. Italy has been living with Hungary for years and never met this girl..]

C- can you tell me how to find her?