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

[gezellig]

[He'll see that dangerous glare and level one of his own, substantial glares.]

You're not very polite to someone you know, are you?

[rutheniaalba]

[ Perfectly on guard with that knife of hers. ]

I don't see the reason to be.

[gezellig]

Because you're in a place you've never been before, surrounded by people who aren't yours.

[Duh?]

Right? Unless you remember from before?

[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. . .]

[rutheniaalba]

I was never here before.

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

[gezellig]

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

[rutheniaalba]

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

What year did you come from?

[gezellig]

The last year that I remember is 2011. You?

[rutheniaalba]

2011... [ She blinked a few times, only showing that confusion and sense of dread for a brief moment before she shifted her eyes away, nodding slightly. She'll accept it, somehow she couldn't help but believe it when he said that, this place was odd enough. ]

How is it... the future?

[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.

[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. ]

/back . . . tags . . .

[gezellig]

. . . Hmph. You're definitely doing better.

[She probably doesn't want to hear that, but he couldn't care less.]

s-shshhh same

[rutheniaalba]

[ She expected it, and at least he's straight forward enough. ]

I see.