001 ♪

[klavierkavalier]

[ACTION: 1123 Taylor Road.]

[Austria is presented with... a rather alarming situation when he wakes early in the morning. He quickly gets out of the bed, careful not to disturb the unknown woman lying next to him. He does glimpse some strange, highly detailed photographs featuring himself in strange clothing. His face feels bare without his

Comments

Taylor Road

[kickassncrafts]

[Kanji, used to being on his own in the house for the past few days, simply wanders downstairs in pajamas to the kitchen.

He freezes on the way back out with a bowl of cereal, at seeing someone new in the armchair.]

Uh...

[klavierkavalier]

[He looks around when he hears the voice. He was expecting someone a little... older, amongst other things. More diplomatic in their behaviour. Still, he will take the opportunity. He stands up and crosses his arms, putting on the sternest expression in his repertoire.]

Please explain this.

[kickassncrafts]

[Well, he can do that. Probably.]

Okay, uh. Shit. Well, you were kidnapped by some psycho little girl and brought to this place, which sucks. They put you in these families and sometimes they do shit to you, like make you kill people and stuff.

[klavierkavalier]

[That is certainly an explanation. Not one that Austria cares to hear, however, particularly not expressed so ineloquently.]

... I do not remember being 'kidnapped'.

[thisw0rldismine]

First off let me just say that I don't know anythin' about your glasses other than they were taken from you and you haveta survive the stuff this town throws at you if you want 'em back.

Secondly, welcome to the jail otherwise known as Mayfield.

[klavierkavalier]

... Jail? I will have you know I am an upstanding gentleman and have no reason to be placed in such an establishment!

[thisw0rldismine]

Doesn't matter, from what I heard and seen this place takes anyone it can...even little kids.

With that said, I was jokin' with ya. This place isn't actually a jail at all, though it might seem like it. Apparently it's some weird town that likes to mess with your head.

[klavierkavalier]

Oh, I see. Well that is a relief. [He sounds a little snappish now.] I shall not let it 'mess' with mine, as you say.

phone

[webfreedomftw]

[While Estonia is fairly certain he knows exactly who this is, he'll refrain from mentioning it for now, instead focusing on the issue at hand.]

You don't know how to use a phone, do you? [He doesn't quite shout it, but it's loud enough that hopefully Austria will hear.]

phone

[klavierkavalier]

[Austria is a little startled to hear a voice on the other end of the phone, and he tentatively holds it to his ear after looking around to see if the voice is simply somewhere in the room.] While I do not know what a 'phone' is, I am inclined to agree with you.

phone

[webfreedomftw]

That would be the device in your hand.

... So, seventeen- or eighteen-hundreds? Or even earlier?

Re: phone

[klavierkavalier]

... ah. Phone.

Eighteen fifty. If you are referring to the current year.

[burnmycapital]

Austria, yes?

1/2

[klavierkavalier]

Yes. [Finally, someone seems to know him and therefore perhaps can explain proper - ]

2/2

[klavierkavalier]

... Russia?

[pasodoble]

( ( And Spain replies, just as loudly at first, ) )

Good morning! ( ( Isn't he so funny, fusososo. But he tones it down, ) ) You don't have your glasses?

[klavierkavalier]

[He only jumps a very small bit when a rather familiar voices blares out from the phone.] ... Spain?

[Then very sharply:] I do not.

[pasodoble]

The one and only! Hola, Austria. ( ( in the same casual tone, ) ) Ah, it's a good thing you don't need them then. You'll get them back though, I promise!

[klavierkavalier]

You certainly seem well.

... I do need them, and I should certainly hope so. [Don't you dare suggest otherwise.] That is not the largest of my worries, however.