First - Phone/Action - A very unhappy nation is now here...?

[rutheniaalba]

Phone

[ After a very long pause, muttering a few Russian curses under her breath before finally speaking up, a shaky cough cutting her off every now and then; ]

Someone explain what is happening here. I look around... But everything looks the same, remind me of America. [ Somehow, she didn't exactly spit out his name, there was almost a hint of fondness to it, to those that can actually read her that is. ] Have to leave here, I have things to do.

[ As if the fall of the Soviet Union wasn't enough to put her into turmoil, that and also she couldn't help being torn away from her people, her home. She couldn't bare to staying away from anything she cared about enough. ]

... This a joke?

Action; around afternoon

[ A very annoyed Belarus was tearing through the whole place, huffing and pouting the whole time. Knife in hand, ready to attak anyone who she gets the wrong feeling from -mind you, that would be a lot of people-. Not to mention she was frustrated and scared enough by being here, but strangers is one thing she wasn't hoping for.

Just a clue to get back home, some kind of way. ]

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[rutheniaalba]

[ She raised a brow, just confused now, but it was only hinted in her small pout. What did he mean...? ]

What?

[gezellig]

[Just a sigh.]

Is it hard to understand?

[He thought he was pretty clear. . .]

[balzams]

B-but I don't want you to get killed either!

Even though you'll come back I'm sure Ukraine will be upset if she finds out...

Or Russia will get angry at me for letting it happen...

[balaton]

It's been a while [a year] since I've heard you actual voice. I guess the town didn't spare you after all.

Action 1/4

[romanovs]

[That shape looks familiar. Really familiar.]

[romanovs]

[...getting closer he can only say, yes, that... No, she looks older, but...]

[romanovs]

[....still getting clos-]

4/4

[romanovs]

[Russia finally remembers to hit the brakes, and his car comes to forceful, creaming halt only a few feet away from Belarus. Good thing he wasn't going very fast to begin with.

...he might or might not have driven up her lawn or really wherever she was. The whole don't steer where you look thing is still hard for a guy who only took up driving relatively recently.]

[rutheniaalba]

Russia?

[ She just snapped back at him, turning quickly to tightly hold his shoulders, squeezing them hardly. A very hopeful glint in her eyes, with just a hint of something else... Could be sadness. Could be. Only a maybe. ]

Where?

[rutheniaalba]

I was never here before.

[ Unless there are more odd things in this place. ]

[rutheniaalba]

[ She sighed, frustratedly mumbling a few more things under her breath. ]

Does everyone think I was here?

[balaton]

You were here.

I know it can be confusing. I never remembered being here myself when I was first told, when I first woke up here.

1/? at you too

[rutheniaalba]

[ Somehow she didn't see him coming until he actually came over the lawn, her eyes going wide at the sudden car on her lawn, taking a few steps back, knife in hand. As usual. ]

[gezellig]

I didn't remember either being here before either, but others said I was.

[balzams]

[He flinches at her touch and it takes all his self control to not lock up completely]

I-I-I...

I don't know exactly where. I just know he's here.

2/2

[rutheniaalba]

[ Although it didn't take her long to notice it was her brother that did this, almost automatically making her way to him, staring at him, still shocked though.

... He looked so young. ]

... Brat.

[rutheniaalba]

Fine.

[ She lets out a heavy sigh, letting go of him and storming off to find him.

... Feel free to follow, she most likely won't notice/won't bother. ]

[rutheniaalba]

[ She shook her head, biting her lip for a moment before responding. ]

Must be an impostor.

[balaton]

[Belarus is only the latest in many nations that have arrived in Mayfield, and she doesn't feel like rehashing the old explanation. Telling her about her existence as a drone will only be more problematic.]

Yes, in a way.

[rutheniaalba]

[ A small pause, while she thinks this as thoroughly as she can... ]

What year did you come from?

[balzams]

[He follows her for a little while. Just enough to make sure that she isn't going to fight bears on the highway]

[gezellig]

The last year that I remember is 2011. You?

[romanovs]

Little sis!

[Sorry, door, you will be manhandled a bit, but he just needs to get to her as quickly as possible, and then hug her very tightly. She has been droned for way too long, and... he even tracked her down after the drone!Belarus-not!wife was replaced, but never approached the drone - because really while he does not mind Belarus smiling that is a kind of smiling that he doesn't like on her. Anyone that he cares about. So seeing her back to this expression...

she'll be enveloped in a bear-hug that will be way too tight for comfort.]

[willbeurprincess]

No--um, this is Mayfield. [Koharu held her hands up to either side, proving her defenselessness. That knife was still a bit scary though.] My name is Koharu, have you spoken with Ukraine yet?

[vytis]

I'm glad you're alright.

[Glossing over any rudeness the same as he always does, naturally!]

You have to be careful here, though; this place turns everyone into a normal human at first.