Brother.

Where. Are. You?

[ A very, very long pause, extremely uncomfortably long and with a heavy sigh following it. ]

I can't find you... Where? I'll look everywhere in this damned place for a tenth time if you don't respond.

[ Needless to say, she will be angrily pacing all over the place. ]

Phone > Open to everyone

[ A deep breath, she might as well get going with it. This place didn't seem that good, but if she was stuck here she might as well try to make the best out of it and try to get things organized/planned out. Maybe there is a way out?

For once, she'll actually be calm with everyone with just a hint of sterness. ]

Privyet, everyone. I need to know what kind of groups there are here, any medical, fighting and defence, protection groups at all? I only saw the normal things like back at America's place, but it doesn't feel enough here.

What does everyone specialize at here? Anyone teaching others how to fight and the like? I heard that there was unpleasant things in the past, and most of people here those stupid drones, good to fight at least are untrustworthy, if we have to find way out we should be organized. The innocent should be protected, and some "parents" aren't the best so it seems. [ All of the things she heard was mostly due to her listening to others calls, it was better to listen to what everyone has to say freely after all. A small pause. One thing she learned from her past is how strong knowledge can be in times of war. This isn't one of them, but it might as well be, being torn away from her home hurt her just as much. ]

Anyone have any good information about here? I want to know as much as I can before I do what I have in mind. And where can I find good weapons?

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. ]