♬ 001 { accidental video }

[leavemariaalone]

[He's woken up in Salkia Park, just as injured and bruised as he was after the war, granted his wounds have been dressed with the exceptions for the scrapes and splotches on his face. Amidst all the layers he's wearing, he's yet to notice that he's sitting on a strange, not-18th-century object that has turned on and is taping the grass, hello grass

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[nomnompasta]

Hello Austria!

Don't worry you will figure it out!! Do you need help?

[voice]

[leavemariaalone]

[Oh shit, the machine talked! He fumbles with it, and gets to a point of finally trying to reply.]

Th-the box, it--! [but...but this person knew his name, which just makes it worse]

[voice]

[nomnompasta]

Its a communication device. I don't exactly know what it does.

Its nothing to be afraid of!

[voice]

[leavemariaalone]

...Italy? [He's only recently heard Italy's big-boy voice, and his panic has significantly calmed after hearing him. After all, one good thing that came from the war was his continued possession of Italy.]

Italy...I'm afraid you're making less sense than usual. Your voice is...[he pokes at the LP, his hands causing static] it's coming from this odd...communication device, you said?

[ voice ] /spams you :>

[goldenchime]

...

[ Slight sigh. ]

Avstreya. Even you...

[ voice ] <3

[leavemariaalone]

[Really, the magic box needs to stop talking, it's going to give him a heart attack or something.]

Mein Gott...Russia? [His voice is farther away, as he's promptly shoved the LP down the length of the bench from himself.

[ voice ]

[goldenchime]

Da, is me. Privyet.

[ Chuckles as he pictures Austria doing just that. The aristocrat was his on-again-off-again ally, and back home Roderich was hovering toward the negative of the spectrum. But, with this island, you never knew... ]

Do not be afraid of box~ Mmh... what year is it for you, Avstreya?

[ voice ]

[leavemariaalone]

[Austria's in a period of Russia-neutral-feeling-ness, but more positive than negative. But he still refuses to retrieve the LP, it's scary English magic.]

I'm far from afraid! [Huff puff!] It's...[he sighs, talking to an inanimate object isn't exactly his brand of sanity] it's 1748, Russia, as it is everywhere else.

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[withgoldensoil]

Rod! You okay, mate?!

[withgoldensoil]

... Good ta see ya, by the way!

[leavemariaalone]

[this 'communication device' really ought to stop scaring him, it's becoming worrisome]

...Hardly. Who exactly is speaking to me? [his voice is shaky, but he's trying hard to quell it]

[withgoldensoil]

It's me, Aussie! Christ, pay attention, would ya? Where are ya, mate, I'll come give ya a hand.

[always_tea_time]

[Hm well this is new and unusual.]

Austria, now you're here too?

[voice]

[leavemariaalone]

[Hello there, I-distracted-France-and-only-that, he can't say he's thrilled to hear your voice, but he's, admittedly, relieved of some stress.]

On a god-forsaken island speaking to an object that appears to project voices and faces? [He's so unhappy, it's ridiculous.] Yes, I'm here, as well. Might I ask who else is?

[video]

[knightly_aches]

...M-Mr. Austria?? [you are the only one who would speak like this]

Are you alright? Oh! Um--What year is it?

[voice]

[leavemariaalone]

[Video option is what's still scaring the pants off this guy, so forgive him for his unsure tone of voice, however shaky his words may be.]

...One of the Baltic states, am I correct?

[He rolls his eyes, not that Liet can see that.] 1748, as it ought to be in every part of the world.