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[It's probably not that easy to see the changes in Koharu. She's still herself after all, just with the different memories. A touch more maternal instinct when she cares for the children and a more mature smile. Koharu Izaki had a somewhat difficult life as a child in Mayfield, but growing up, falling in love, a confession on the ferris wheel. She remembers it all fondly. Their wedding, the birth of their children, the neighbor, Feliks, teasing her about the rogue hair color of Madoka. A joke, they all know Koharu would never cheat. It's somewhere in her ancestory, she supposes, and doesn't spare it another thought.

Her knight in shining armor, she jokingly calls Toris all the time and her smile only fades when she remembers the passing phase as a teenager when her knight was a girl. Her father forbid them to speak after she found and Sora eventually moved away. It was just a phase. She grew out of it. She repeated those things a lot as a teenager. Now, she couldn't imagine being happier.]

A. 1333 BENNY ROAD - Sunday Night

[Koharu ducks into each room, bestowing a kiss on the forehead to her two 'children' and a reminder to do well in school the next day. If she seems more at ease and less like the teenager she still is, well, Mayfield works in mysterious ways.]

I made you lunch for the morning, with those cute little octupus dogs. Try to get to sleep soon.

[And of course, she retires to the bedroom, where the other bed she typically sleeps in is ignored and she gets ready for bed with very little of the typical modesty. He's her husband after all.]

B. OUT IN TOWN - Monday morning/afternoon

[Occasionally her brain seems to skip a step, picking up vinegar to make rice and then getting out of the store and forgetting how to make it.

It's most evident in the clothing shop, when she holds up a dress, looks at her own very modern Japanese clothing, and back at the dress.]

...Am I out of style or is this shop just carrying very old things? I can't possibly be out of step that much...

C. Cunningham Lane - Monday afternoon

[She's visiting her mother, Ukraine. A basket of cookies and a handknitted shawl are her gifts and there's nothing particularly unusual about her smile at the door either.]

Mother? Can I come in? Toris is at work right now and the children are at school and I just thought I could pop by to see you.

D. Benny Road - Monday afternoon

[She's heading back home, but first she stops off at her neighbor's and holds out the apple she had bought for just such an occasion. Now just to find Mr. Pony. Feliks really did have the oddest naming sense but that was just how her husband's best friend was. A little strange. Quite strange.

With a very scandalous sense of fashion. Luckily she'd learned to deal with his eccentricities.]

Mr Pony, I've a treat for you. Mr. Pony?

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[Lithuania's brain gropes for memories and finds two conflicting sets. That's familiar, and he's reminded of a Fourth of July before the most recent. Half of his mind provides "not feeling well" and the other half provides "droning" and the two are plunged into conflict.]

N-no, I--Something's wrong. With Mayfield? [The idea is somewhat bizarre when spoken aloud.]

Toris...are you really alright? I'm a bit worried...[Koharu kisses him softly again, her hand running through his hair] Why would there be anything wrong?

[Lithuania flushes lightly at the attention, but the closeness is soothing even if it's disconcerting at the same time.]

Because--it's... Mayfield?

[He feels like that sentence should explain itself. That it doesn't, that he has to war for the reason, is unsettling.]

Something's always happening.

[She frowns and sits beside him now, squeezing his hand in her own] Of course something is always happening, we're an active little town...I don't know what that has to do with something being wrong. Mayfield isn't perfect, but no place is and we're very happy here aren't we?

[Happy--that's what keeps repeating in his mind, even as he fights it. Fighting the idea of being happy is strange, but there's something in him that urges him on. Something odd, something wrong--Something's wrong with Mayfield, because--because something's always been wrong with Mayfield, because--]

September. What happened in September?

[She has to strain to think of anything particularly memorable. It was a quiet month. Oh--] Feliks left for a little bit? Well more than a little bit, perhaps a bit over a month. I can't recall much of anything else.

[She laughs and kisses his forehead] You were all upset. At least I assumed that's why you were so sulky for half that month. So attached.

[Feliks--Poland. Lithuania realizes for the first time Koharu has been using human names. He's rewarded only with more pain, but his mind is starting to clear regardless. He's (Toris Laurinaitis) Lithuania, and he's (just a normal person) a country, and (he's feeling a little under the weather) this place is trying to drone him, but forgot to take away his connection to his people that tugged him back into reality each time.

None of this makes the pain go away, but it makes each throb a bit more satisfying, to know its cause. Koharu's obviously been affected more strongly; he's not sure how to snap her out of it, or if doing so is even possible until it wears off.

There's something about waiting until it wears off that sets off an alarm bell--something... There are still spots in his memory. He's going to have to wait.]

The last year's been busy, hasn't it? [He pauses for a moment.] Almost two years, now.

[Her beaming smile and nod at his first remark falter when he speaks next] Two years? Since what?

[It hasn't been two years since anything in particular. They've been married for so long now and there isn't any birthday or event that happened two years ago--Maybe he means that sweet Valentines gift? But he always gives her sweet things. Usually for no reason.]

[Since he's been here, because he wasn't always here--he winces at the pain. This much pain isn't really something he's ever had to get used to; his body dulls most of it usually.]

...Since things have been busy. Something new every month...

Oh that's true. It has been busy the last two years. [She squeezes his hand] You should get ready for bed. You have to open the bakery tommorow, right? I can come help if you like.

[He has to go to work or he'll get droned. The idea of it seems absurd on both sides of his memories, although in a sickly ironic sense on the side he's decided to listen to. Tomorrow he'll have to talk to Poland and Latvia and everyone else, to check up on them. Right now--

Right now he can't imagine a worse headache being physically able to exist. His idea of getting ready for bed is just collapsing sideways onto the bed he's already sitting on.]

You don't have to trouble yourself.

[Koharu immediately reaches for him, fussing and unbuttoning his shirt. He can't go to bed like this after all and he looks worse with every passing moment. She's firm about this.] If you're still like this in the morning, I'll call in for you and tell them you can't come. The bakery can do without you for one day.

It's--it's alright. [Still, he doesn't really have the energy, at the moment, to stop her. There's something he doesn't want her to take his shirt off for, but his mind won't process it.] I'm sure I'll feel better after I sleep.

[Maybe he'll have an idea of what to do then.]

You will, I'm sure. Should I go get a pill for you? Something to help you sleep?

[She's busily removing his clothes, not a blush in sight. It's probably weird for him, for her to be so nonchalant about this.]

[Lithuania blushes for her, though it might just look like the beginnings of a fever, given his behavior.

If this headache doesn't go away he doubts he'll get much sleep on his own.]

Um--if we have anything...?

[She leans her forehead against his at the signs of that flush but he doesn't seem to have a fever yet.] Mn, I'll find something. Hopefully we can cut it off at the pass, you know? Before it gets worse.

[She trots off to find some medicine and a glass of water]

[Lithuania watches her go and lays in bed for a moment before realizing now's his chance to get into pajamas so she'll stop taking off his clothes. It's in that scramble he remembers why he hadn't wanted his shirt off, as he catches a glimpse of old scars on his back. Still, they're quickly covered up by new clothes.

It's another reminder of his life before Mayfield, if only in the sheer number of them making any dull human acquisition of so many of them implausible. He stumbles back to bed, though, instead of trying to think too hard on it.]

[Koharu comes back, actually happy he's feeling well enough to put on his pajamas and get ready for bed. Sitting beside him, she quietly runs her hand through his hair and kisses his cheek]

I brought you something love. Sit up?

[Lithuania sits up, faintly embarrassed again at how she's doting on him, but reflecting that it probably wouldn't be that much different if he was really sick and she wasn't brainwashed by Mayfield. Probably less physical affection, though. He doesn't really mind her doting on him this way, which is embarrassing for different reasons.]

Thank you. I'm sure it'll be better in the morning. [he hopes it'll be better in the morning.] Don't worry too much about me.

[Then he'll definitely be embarassed by the lingering kiss she gives him after she hands over the water and pills. She wishes he wasn't feeling so bad...] I worry about you the exact right amount.

[Lithuania feels himself flush again even as he kisses her back without thinking. He manages a bit of a smile, if only to try to make her worry a bit less.]

I guess I shouldn't talk about someone else worrying too much, hm?

It is a tiny bit hypocritical. [She nudges him over on the bed, waiting to crawl under the covers as well] It's okay, I still love you.

[Lithuania shifts over, already wanting to bury himself in blankets to try and block out the little bits of light that are even so hurting his eyes.]

I'll keep being hypocritical anyway.

[Koharu reaches up to turn off the lights and curls under the covers. After a moment, she lays her head on his shoulder and mumbles] Feel better alright? [And she kisses his neck softly, with a little lingering nuzzle that would make her fluster and hide if she was actually herself right now. As it is, she's just slightly disappointed that he's not feeling well.]

[Lithuania doesn't move her though he does flush even more--he's not sure if she'll remember this when she's back to normal but things would probably be less awkward if she didn't. The closeness is comforting, though, in spite of everything.]

A-alright.

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