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. ]

Comments

[rutheniaalba]

Come back?

[ She didn't let her hands let go of him, clinging on for dear life before she nodded, he didn't remember? ] Chernobyl...?

[rutheniaalba]

Ah. I see. That sounds stupid.

[ How is she even actually talking to him? Very calmly? Could be the fear and the fact this place was so odd she could only cling to this thing that was familiar, at least. ]

[gezellig]

Everybody always asks that.

[Huff.]

You're there, not doing terribly, not doing great.

[In his opinion, anyhow.]

Better than you were, at least. I assume you're from a past time.

[vytis]

It--is, honestly, but it's why you have to be careful until you get your things back. Even if everyone comes back to life here, dying hurts.

[romanovs]

It's alright if you don't remember, I will tell you about everything. You should come over to my house for some real food, yes? [Everything that he thinks that she should know, at least. There are things that she is better off not knowing, really. And the food that people here consider food is sometimes normal and sometimes weird.]

...Why would you have a bussiness with that place?

[They are a bit troublesome because they aren't Orthodox, but that will be taken care of - much more importantly, they are Ukrainian. And while he really likes both of his sisters and would never really think that Ukraine does something bad on purpose (she just doesn't see how much trouble something can mean if she lets it slide like that, but really that happens to everyone) he has to wonder why Belarus mentions this city. Because while it is close to her and especially because of that - things might swap over there easily - it is not her responsibility. That does not sound good, though Russia is thinking about political or religious upheaval, not enviromental or technical fallouts because that is just a dimension that in this form would just not be an issue that he'd expect (despite having in Mayfield for a post-apocalyptic event, but that "nuclear fallout" was just an abstract word that wasn't even explained to him.]

[balaton]

Straight to the point. That's one thing I actually like about you.

Be careful on the phone; we're being monitored all the time. And don't drink or eat anything delivered to you. Try to act normally around the natives here or they'll be on to us.

[rutheniaalba]

H-hm, I should, da. [ She raised a brow, leaning against him with another forced back cough. ] The nuclear accident. [ She bit back another cough, seems like it acts up even more when it's mentioned and with that she lets her tongue slip back into Russian, at least this way it was easier to speak. ]

... Brat, do you not remember?

[rutheniaalba]

The dead come back to life.

[ This just keeps getting weirder and weirder. ]

Who is behind this?

[rutheniaalba]

[ That's good to know, at least. ]

1991, hm.

[ The significance of the year should be enough to have her cringe, just thinking about it. ]

[rutheniaalba]

Hm. [ Should she take that as a compliment, or what? But she'll let it drop, with a small huff. ]

If they are on us what will happen?

[romanovs]

[At this time, not even Poland or France would know about nuclear power. He just cocks his head at her, ignoring the coughing for a moment because it seems to be of utmost importance to get to the bottom of this mystery.]

"Nuclear"?

Action

[motheringnation]

[Hugs make everything better.]

Did you just wake up here?

Re: Action

[rutheniaalba]

Da, I have. [ She really would deny that, but the fact she's leaning into this says otherwise. ]

... You?

[motheringnation]

Oh, I've been here for....over two years now.

[rutheniaalba]

... Da, Nuclear. [ She'll take a step back, this wasn't possible, many of his wars relied on nuclear power, did he forget everything here?

Now this is one thing that would show if he remembers much or not. Said completely bluntly, with a small wince at it after wards. ]

Bloody... sunday?

[rutheniaalba]

.... That's a long time. But... You were back home, I know this.

[ Wincing and quietly holding onto her now, to many things keep coming up in her mind at this point. ]

[motheringnation]

Yes....but time works differently here.

You wouldn't have known I was gone....

Th-that reminds me.....what year was it when you were home?

[rutheniaalba]

1991, sestra.

[ That would explain why her sister seemed normal. ]

[motheringnation]

....Oh....

That's....

[....a very important year...getting another hug.]

I'm from....a bit later...2009.

[rutheniaalba]

.... Hmmm?

[ She was shocked, but couldn't bare push her sister away, instead pulling her closer into that hug with a small confused sigh. ]

2009... How is it?

[motheringnation]

Things...are getting better.

[Somewhat anyway.]

[romanovs]

There have been a lot of Sundays like that.

[What does she mean? She really seems to be very confused.]

[willbeurprincess]

Ukraine, yes, she's here. I'm sorry, I just...know of you, that's all. I'm sure she'd be happy to explain this place to you.

fitting keywords!

[rutheniaalba]

... [ Her eyes widened, pushing him away and staring with an obvious look of increasing distrust. ]

Brat.

[rutheniaalba]

...Ah, that's good.

[ She'll just tighten her hold on her. ]