Prussia had convinced the nurse to let him stay in the Sun Room after lunch, and reveled in the small victory.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go to the greenhouse (in truth he would have liked to go, if only to be shown the way) or that he was feeling like he needed to rest (he felt absolutely fine now, even though that was the excuse he'd used), but it seemed more likely that he'd be able to find West if he was in the Sun Room. He hadn't gotten a chance to find him during lunch, but that didn't mean he needed to talk to him any less than he had earlier today.
The one bright spot this afternoon was that at least he felt like he had a better handle on the situation among the nations now, or at least on their numbers. The confirmation from England that America hadn't lasted meant that at least he didn't need to go looking for that guy any more, even if there were a few pointed questions Prussia wanted to ask him, to make sure that this really wasn't his country after all
( ... )
After seeing what had happened over the bulletin, Japan wasn't exactly eager to leave the other Nations alone. Prussia and Russia were the two strongest here and that...never boded well. Whenever that man had the advantage, things ended in death and horror and monsters emerging out of the sea, so Japan had to hurry and weaken any potential ties he had with the rest of the Nations
( ... )
Japan hadn't been the nation he'd expected to wander into his field of vision, but he perked up at the sight nonetheless. Man, how long had it been since he'd seen Japan face-to-face? He hadn't really gotten to see much of anyone since the war ended, so it must have been some time around then...... Well, that was for him, at least. He didn't really know what year Japan might have been from.
"Oh, Japan!" he said, grinning. He waved at a chair near the couch to point it out. "Sit down; sit down! It's been a while..."
Prussia was just as Japan remembered him. He was still friendly and open and not at all reserved like his brother. And it was still strange to see him after all this time acting as if no time at all had passed. The time issue was one of the few problems Japan still couldn't one hundred percent get his mind around. History was only supposed to flow in one direction. Bringing in people from long ago or far in the future seemed to disrupt everything and create paradoxes that would bring about catastrophic events such as the loss of the first space flight or Hatsune Miku never being created.
Shaking his head to himself, Japan rid himself of those thoughts and bowed again as he took a seat next to Prussia. He had to focus. Hatsune Miku was not here. Prussia was. "Ah...yes, I'm afraid it has been."
Japan felt his stress levels rising as he realized what an awkward conversation this might be.
"But it is good to see you, Prussia-san. You seem to be doing well." He hoped he was doing well. "Have you met many people here?"
After talking about Hungary over lunch, Prussia had started to wonder if anyone else was going to change a lot over the years. But if Japan was from the future, it didn't seem like he, at least, had changed much. He was polite as always, for one...
Honestly? It was hard to tell much more than that.
"Oh, a few; yeah," Prussia answered, feeling more relieved than he'd be willing to admit that it really had been a while since he and Japan had each seen the other. That way, if there were any more issues with their years not matching up, it wasn't that big of a deal... Unlike like the gap between him and West, or him and Austria. "Found a German around here... Met a few of your people, too, and some Americans."
He shifted on the couch, trying to get more comfortable now that he didn't have both eyes glued to the doors. "When'd you get here, anyway? West told me the day after the meeting that you were around."
A German? Japan wondered idly if it was Lunge or not, or if there were more Germans here that were not somehow Japanese in origin. Perhaps there were and that would help him lend weight to his cosplay theory. Germans liked cosplaying just as much as Americans did lately, so it was conceivable that some of these....
Or was it? Japan's stomach knotted as he tried to think of Germany's people cosplaying the characters here so perfectly that even Japan could not tell the difference, and realizing that was nearly impossible. He would know. There were some things that just could not be simulated no matter how good the cosplay was and such things like voice, word choice, natural hair color weren't things that anyone could just perform
( ... )
"Oh, um..." Prussia started, doing a quick count. Despite having asked Japan the very same question, he somehow hadn't expected it to be asked of himself. "This is day seven, so I guess it's been a week now! England and I got here about the same time."
But in that whole week, he hadn't managed to do much, either. Sure, he'd gotten a sword off of Raph (and tried his hand at fighting the soldiers without it this morning), but that was about the extent of his progress towards busting his way out of here.
He wanted to get back home as soon as possible, but in the grand scheme of things, a week wasn't that long... Wars tended to last for years, after all.
And speaking of wars, checking on Japan's status would be a good start... "Have you gotten yourself armed yet? I'm sure West's gonna want to get you combat-ready as soon as possible. I've seen a few other people with makeshift weapons, and I got a sword from this one guy--but before you ask, I don't know where he found it."
Japan felt a twinge of guilt at learning Prussia had been here longer and Japan had not greeted him upon first arriving. Sure, he hadn't really known that the other Nation was here on his first day, but that didn't mean he shouldn't have said something. He had known in the following days, after all, and had simply not been able to get around to saying hello to the man, which was a terrible display of manners on his part. Prussia didn't seem to mind, but it was the principle of the thing which was why Japan bowed his head and apologized before saying anything else. "Forgive me for not greeting you sooner, Prussia-san. My misconduct has deeply shamed me
( ... )
Prussia accepted Japan's apology without a word-it wasn't exactly necessary, but it was just like that guy. It was familiar behavior, and that was getting to be pretty comforting. He just nodded and grinned; if Japan wanted to apologize for not saying hello sooner, he wasn't going to refuse the apology.
Besides, there were more important matters than not running into each other sooner.
"So you haven't run into any trouble yet?" Prussia asked, thinking. "That's good... Still, it'll be better to get you armed before you do run into any. With all the soldiers around here, I can't imagine the guy who's running the show is feeling very friendly
( ... )
Prussia accepted Japan's apology and the Nation relaxed a little more. Now that he knew Prussia wasn't going to be upset with him over his behavior, he could focus more on the conversation at hand. Which was...still uncomfortable, but at least one worry was off the island's shoulders.
Except that he couldn't exactly say he hadn't run into trouble. He'd run into that man and that was more than enough trouble even when he was in a good mood. "Other than Russia-san, no, I haven't had much trouble." The monster was going to continue to loom like a black cloud of evil and horror as long as he still had land existing in his name
( ... )
The idea that they were mercenaries sounded pretty good, pretty solid. Soldiers for hire that didn't belong to any one country... Yeah, that could be it. It'd explain a lot, really.
"Could be," he remarked, keeping his eyes focused on the soldiers. There seemed to be even more of them than there had been earlier in the day. "That'd make sense..."
What it didn't explain was where they actually were. His earlier confidence that this was not America's country was starting to weaken at the idea that these guys could be mercenaries-if these soldiers didn't belong to America, that didn't mean that this building wasn't on his land anyway. Maybe he should just see if any of those who were here were willing to claim it.
But before he could comment further, another voice rose above the chatter in the room.
"By order of General Aguilar, all Landel's Institute personnel will reliquish their authority to the military, effective immediately!"...Well, so much for them being mercenaries. They may not have been wearing a nation's flag, but
( ... )
It wasn't that he didn't want to go to the greenhouse (in truth he would have liked to go, if only to be shown the way) or that he was feeling like he needed to rest (he felt absolutely fine now, even though that was the excuse he'd used), but it seemed more likely that he'd be able to find West if he was in the Sun Room. He hadn't gotten a chance to find him during lunch, but that didn't mean he needed to talk to him any less than he had earlier today.
The one bright spot this afternoon was that at least he felt like he had a better handle on the situation among the nations now, or at least on their numbers. The confirmation from England that America hadn't lasted meant that at least he didn't need to go looking for that guy any more, even if there were a few pointed questions Prussia wanted to ask him, to make sure that this really wasn't his country after all ( ... )
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"Oh, Japan!" he said, grinning. He waved at a chair near the couch to point it out. "Sit down; sit down! It's been a while..."
He paused awkwardly, and then added, "Um, right?"
...This time travel stuff was a real pain.
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Shaking his head to himself, Japan rid himself of those thoughts and bowed again as he took a seat next to Prussia. He had to focus. Hatsune Miku was not here. Prussia was. "Ah...yes, I'm afraid it has been."
Japan felt his stress levels rising as he realized what an awkward conversation this might be.
"But it is good to see you, Prussia-san. You seem to be doing well." He hoped he was doing well. "Have you met many people here?"
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Honestly? It was hard to tell much more than that.
"Oh, a few; yeah," Prussia answered, feeling more relieved than he'd be willing to admit that it really had been a while since he and Japan had each seen the other. That way, if there were any more issues with their years not matching up, it wasn't that big of a deal... Unlike like the gap between him and West, or him and Austria. "Found a German around here... Met a few of your people, too, and some Americans."
He shifted on the couch, trying to get more comfortable now that he didn't have both eyes glued to the doors. "When'd you get here, anyway? West told me the day after the meeting that you were around."
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Or was it? Japan's stomach knotted as he tried to think of Germany's people cosplaying the characters here so perfectly that even Japan could not tell the difference, and realizing that was nearly impossible. He would know. There were some things that just could not be simulated no matter how good the cosplay was and such things like voice, word choice, natural hair color weren't things that anyone could just perform ( ... )
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But in that whole week, he hadn't managed to do much, either. Sure, he'd gotten a sword off of Raph (and tried his hand at fighting the soldiers without it this morning), but that was about the extent of his progress towards busting his way out of here.
He wanted to get back home as soon as possible, but in the grand scheme of things, a week wasn't that long... Wars tended to last for years, after all.
And speaking of wars, checking on Japan's status would be a good start... "Have you gotten yourself armed yet? I'm sure West's gonna want to get you combat-ready as soon as possible. I've seen a few other people with makeshift weapons, and I got a sword from this one guy--but before you ask, I don't know where he found it."
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Besides, there were more important matters than not running into each other sooner.
"So you haven't run into any trouble yet?" Prussia asked, thinking. "That's good... Still, it'll be better to get you armed before you do run into any. With all the soldiers around here, I can't imagine the guy who's running the show is feeling very friendly ( ... )
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Except that he couldn't exactly say he hadn't run into trouble. He'd run into that man and that was more than enough trouble even when he was in a good mood. "Other than Russia-san, no, I haven't had much trouble." The monster was going to continue to loom like a black cloud of evil and horror as long as he still had land existing in his name ( ... )
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"Could be," he remarked, keeping his eyes focused on the soldiers. There seemed to be even more of them than there had been earlier in the day. "That'd make sense..."
What it didn't explain was where they actually were. His earlier confidence that this was not America's country was starting to weaken at the idea that these guys could be mercenaries-if these soldiers didn't belong to America, that didn't mean that this building wasn't on his land anyway. Maybe he should just see if any of those who were here were willing to claim it.
But before he could comment further, another voice rose above the chatter in the room.
"By order of General Aguilar, all Landel's Institute personnel will reliquish their authority to the military, effective immediately!"...Well, so much for them being mercenaries. They may not have been wearing a nation's flag, but ( ... )
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