Vienpadsmit ● Action ; Phone

[balzams]

●　Action ; 1332 Benny Road

[Pulling the sheets tighter over his head, he tried to block out the sunlight creeping through his curtains. Latvia was not one to get hangovers but his head felt like it was full of brick dust. Everything from yesterday was a foggy haze, and the day before that, and the day before that, and... actually it felt like it was hard to pin point exactly when he was.

He would have been content to just lie in bed and go back to sleep but breakfast was calling him. Maybe getting something to eat would make him feel better and help him get his thoughts together. As he got to his feet he let out a small groan. He must have slept in a strange position or something because his neck was so stiff. Plodding down to the kitchen he tried to massage it and loosen the muscle a little. By the time he got there Latvia noticed there was something a little off.

This house was familiar, these clothes were familiar but they were not his own. Where they were from, he couldn't quite pinpoint it. If he'd gotten drunk and stumbled into a strangers house he wasn't sure what to make of it. Hesitantly he peered into the kitchen]

Hello? Is anyone there...?

●　Action ; Around town

[Had he really been here before? Somehow he could walk the streets and tell where he was but for the life of him he could not remember when he last stepped down them. Latvia's priority should really be to get back home but for now his curiosity carried him through the town. Every so often he'd stare at a passerby trying to recognise their face]

I-I'm sorry, have we met before?

●　Phone

So this place is called Mayfield, right? Have I been here before? It seems so familiar but I can't remember where from.

I, uh... I think I may have been a bit drunk last night so I'm sorry if I did anything inappropriate or caused a disturbance to... anyone.

This is a public line, right?

Comments

[technophiling]

I'm stuck in Mayfield, too, you idiot!

[balzams]

Eh, really...?

...

Was I drinking at your place last night?

[technophiling]

... Even if we'd been drinking at my place, how would we have gotten to America in the 1950s from there?

[balzams]

I don't know, you tell me!

I really don't remember anything from last night... Are we really in America?

[technophiling]

Yes.

Well, it's more likely a artificially created and micromanaged-- Do you really not remember anything about being here?

[balzams]

I... really don't know.

This place seems scarily familiar but... I really don't remember anything. There was this kid today that seemed to know me but I can't remember meeting him.

[technophiling]

Okay, Läti, listen to me. You need to figure out what the address is of the house you woke up in. Stay there, and I'll be right over.

[balzams]

I feel really bad... There's a girl living here and everything. I hope I didn't spook her by coming into her house or anything...

[There's a bit of shuffling and the line falls silent for a few minutes]

I think the address is 1332 Benny Road. Also, I passed a guy on the way back that looked like Poland, it was really surreal.

[technophiling]

Huh, that's weird... I mean, stay put! I'll be right there!

[He hangs up then, and Estonia can be found not long later, galloping up Benny Road on his noble mochi steed. It's one of those days that he really doesn't care about stares, he just needs to get to his brother.]

[balzams]

[And Latvia will be waiting patiently outside, sitting on the curb still shivering in the clothes he woke up in. It was bad enough to wake up in someone else's house, he wouldn't steal their clothes too.

Even if they did all seem to be about his size.

When he finally sees Estonia approach he seems more irate than pleased to see him, but he turns his head a little too fast and with a little bit of seething he tries to rub away the crick in his neck]

Please tell me you were sober last night because I do not remember anything...

[technophiling]

[It would probably be perfectly easy to get irritated and snippy right back at Latvia, because they're brothers and forever-neighbours and that's just what they do. But then Latvia does that thing with his neck and Estonia can't really think about anything but the last time he saw Latvia, neck snapped, eyes lifeless.

He half-trips getting off of the mochi's back, but doesn't even bother to straighten himself completely, just use the momentum to stumble towards Latvia and bowl him over with a hug.]

[balzams]

Aah! Estonia, what's wrong?

[He doesn't struggle, in fact he only hugs him tighter because he's warm and he can't remember the last time Estonia had initiated any kind of physical affection with him. He just wasn't the type.]

C-come on, this isn't like you...

[technophiling]

[It might be apparent that it's less like Estonia is hugging and more like he's clinging, protective and trying to keep anything from happening to Latvia in this moment here, if nothing else.]

I'm sorry! I... I was so worried I would never see you again, because of where we were and what happened and I should have protected you better, I know.

[balzams]

[Clutching onto the back of Estonia's shirt he starts to grow a little tense. He thought that maybe the worst he'd done was break into a house but it sounded like there was something way more serious in the works]

W-what happened? I don't understand what you're talking about...

[technophiling]

If you don't remember, you don't need to know the details, b-but... I let something bad happen to you and I'm sorry. I'm a horrible brother.

[balzams]

[Hearing Estonia call himself his 'brother' seemed so alien. Awkwardly Latvia just pats him on the shoulder a couple of times. Maybe this is a bit too familiar and he delicately tries to pull his way out of the embrace, if only because his neck's getting stiff again]

W-what ever it is I'm sure it's not your fault. I mean I'm pretty good at getting myself hurt, right?

[And a small laugh in hopes of lighting the mood. Before he was just completely confused but now whatever's going on is starting to scare him a little]

[technophiling]

[Estonia isn't so clingy that he's going to fight against Latvia trying to get away, so instead he'll just sit down next to him on the curb. He lets out a long sigh, too, that seems to be full of suffering.]

Yeah, I guess you are. You're okay now, though, right?

[balzams]

[He watches as Estonia sits down next to him. It was certainly a lot more comforting when he was calmer]

Y-yeah, I mean I feel a disorientated and I think I slept on my neck funny but besides that...

[technophiling]

The beds here aren't very comfortable, at least not compared to modern ones... Hey, when was it, before you came here?

[balzams]

Uhm...

[That's actually a good question. Somehow everything seems like a huge blur but he things back to the first date he can actually recollect]

I think it was a little after new years...

[technophiling]

Of 2011?

[balzams]

Of 2012...

[technophiling]

Oh, right... That would make sense.

Have you been told everything you need to know about Mayfield yet?

[balzams]

I don't know... what is there to know?

Can't we just go home already? I'm cold and I still need to take my Christmas tree down. I've really been slacking off chores lately...

[technophiling]

You always slack off on chores, this isn't new. But, no, we can't go home. We're stuck here. Think of it like being trapped in a holodeck or something like that, and we can only leave when whoever is in charge wants us to.