A - 1447 Mitchell Rd.

[Holland had regained a good number of things in almost a year of time in Mayfield. He had two rabbits now, his old friend Poffertje and another one of his pets, Soesje, both rabbits named after cream-puff like pastries. At least Poffertje was happy; he needed a lady-friend.

He'd also gotten by with comforting items like his pipe, his scarf, and even his coat . . . and this morning he gets something more. There is an envelope shaped like a card in the mail, and when he opens it on the porch, he's greeted by a picture of a field of tulips. For a moment he's distracted by the flowers, the relaxing colors and they weren't laid out too badly either . . . it definitely looked like something from home.

And that's when he hears the loud crashing and shouts from the kitchen. He'll run into the house, only to be met with an enormous pile of tulip bulbs filling the kitchen.

He could use those. ]

Don't damage them!

B - Mayfield Elementary School

[Holland is going to walk his new notdaughter Romana to school. In the cute little dress that Canada picked out, with her cute little pigtails she's. . . well, still Romana, but cute. Eat your heart out, Spain.]

C. Phone - Morning

For anybody who knew Italië Romana, she's back now only she's very small and she's living in my house now.

Spanje, you can't come over.

D - The Pharmacy

[Holland is hard at work, or hardly working depending on the time of day. For now, he's stocking shelves, a seemingly endless job. Now would be the perfect time to talk to him and ask him about his awkward personal life.]

E - Phone - Afternoon - to all

I'm staring a gardening business, because it sounds like a lot of people want to learn. You can come to a free demonstration at my house, 1447 Mitchell Rd. at 10 A.M on Saturday. Free pancakes.

[ooc: There will be a log for this. Also he may or may not have discussed the pancakes with Canada beforehand. . .]

A: Locked to residents of 1447 Mitchell Road; Morning

[Romana is alert as soon as she wakes up, her eyes wide and her metaphorical tail bushy. And then there's a large crash from her bedroom as she tumbles out of bed, instantly in a defensive positioned. This isn't her camp, this isn't one of Prussia's places, or anything she remembers France or Spain having, and it isn't her own land. That means panic.

But still, she tries to be sneaky. Creeping down the stairs as if that crash never happened, still staring at the strange nightclothes she's wearing she misses the string of photographs placing her as a member of this family. She also misses seeing the table holding the phone, running into and knocking it over with another crash. Romana jumps back, startled.

Then unknown to her it dials out, calling the town as Romana leans down to hesitantly poke it.]

B: Phone; Morning

What is this... Some strange piece of art I guess... weird sculpture.

[She calls out to the house, trying to sound brave, phone still in her hands] Hello? Is anyone here? I... Francia, if this is you, I'm going to kick your ass, I will!

I was going to do it anyway, but I'll do it now if I have to! And Spanga if this is yours it won't work, I'm independent now! I'm almost complete, and I'm not coming back, because I have very important things to do!