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[ For a moment, there's only the sound of someone fiddling with a found terminal. A few may recognize the childish voice with the heavy Russian accent muttering to himself and humming happily in interest. ]

Hmmmm! Is this...

[ He cautiously (and audibly) presses a few keys that do absolutely nothing. Still, whoever is doing this seems pretty enthralled with the device. ]

Ah! Says it is "recording." Am I to leave a prerecorded message? Hello!

[ --and welcome to your nightmare-- ]

It seems like a dreamworld, this place! Perhaps it is. Would be only logical, especially considering I have yet to hear a certain country's grating voice! A small relief I have been afforded. At least for now. Too long without and I will begin to miss that undercurrent of fear. The uncertainty of annihilation is much more unnerving than simply not knowing where you are.

And then it comes to that, for any others that may hear this. I have no memories of getting here. The blankness in my head and the uncertainty of my circumstances are indeed troubling!

[ He only sounds vaguely unnerved. Mostly curious. ]

But, should one of my friends here this--Lithuania? East?--please come inside the large palace. I have yet to explore, but I'm sure I will find you! You know I always do.

[ Russia laughs lightly to himself before continuing to press buttons. ALSO NOTING sorry if I'm slow, last week of classes before finals @_@ ]

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We are already in the "palace", almost everyone here is.

[He has curled up in a corner of the bed and will not come out of the room unless he thinks that it is really necessary. Especially since Poland isn't at his side right at the moment.

But he is curious as to how this person knows him. He sounds vaguely familiar, but...]

Liet! How good that you're here! Would be worried if I did not hear from you!

You say "everyone." It is all of our friends?

My name is Lithuania. Please use it. [Stop giving him nicknames you weird stranger, it's creepy. Even more stop using the nickname that his now-husband calls him. Not that he will get rude about it, but he really dislikes it. His manner of speaking will a bit stilted now, to create distance.]

No, most left after a while, many months ago. I am a bit unsure if I understood your question right, though. Whom exactly are you referring to?

I... am aware. But you are my Liet. My friend. [ he just sounds so confused and a little hurt 8( NOW DON'T YOU FEEL BAD? ]

Usual group. My sisters, East Germany, Poland, Czech and Slovakia, Hungary, Bulgaria, Romania, Albania... our friends!

[More confused than bad right now. Whom is he even referring to? Some of those names make sense, but... he will just let it be for a bit, until he has figure this out.]

Poland is here as well.

[ cheering up a bit at that! ]

Excellent! Is better to have some friends then none, yes?

I'm very glad that he is here, yes.

As am I.

Why?

I'm sorry, I do not exactly remember your name, maybe you could help me out?

That is a funny joke! You know that I am Russia!

I'm sorry, I did not. What would be the year that you are from?

[He tries to use a distant kind of wording, everything that shows that he does not appreciate the forced closeness without saying it out loud.]

[ The strange "joke" is just getting stranger for poor Russia. ]

It is 1957.

That is different for every single person in this place. Nobody here is from the same time.

How is that?

Nobody really knows that, but it seems to be some kind of magic.

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( voice, because what am computers )

text, because he definitely doesn't feel like using voice

( VOICE FOREVER )

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