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[ A young blonde is at a terminal in the dorms, typing away furiously. Her hair is drenched through from the ever constant rain and sitting beside her is what appears to be your stereotypical grey extraterrestrial. Child-sized and looking about curiously, the grey is a passive counterpoint to America's livid demeanor. ]

Hey, just what the hell is going on around here? One minute I'm making plans to celebrate St. Paddy's Day and the next I'm waking up in the Twilight Zone. It's raining. INDOORS! And it looks like I somehow ended up in someone's worst (or best?) latex fetish dreams. My clothes are nowhere to be found, my jacket is gone, this is definitely not my bedroom and not my house, and, ha, oh yeah, apparently the world ended.

Seriously. This joke isn't funny. Somebody please tell me this is just the sad results of one of England's stupid experiments gone wrong and everything will be back to normal if I click my heels and say "there's no place like home". This can't really be happening. It's not possible.

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[Looking quite like a drowned rat, her hair without the usual pigtails and tangled terribly, drenched all over, England is on her way back to her dorm room to find her wand and attempt to do something about how soaked she is. What she wouldn't give to have had an umbrella included in her chest. She's distracted, and it is the fairy flying by her side that alerts to England to the other woman and the... thing by the computer terminal.

She pauses, staring at the American typing furiously and apparently oblivious to the English woman who has stopped dead, several metres away at the end of the hallway. After weeks of wondering whether she would ever see America or any other nation again, she's afraid to move, afraid America might only be an illusion, a cruel trick of the tower. She's torn between running up and hugging the woman and running up and hitting her. Instead though, she strides forward, giving the grey alien a look of disgust, before peering over her shoulder at the writing on the screen and frowning slightly.]

My "experiments" do not go wrong.

[Not this wrong, at least.]

[ Tony growls before America can say anything at all and blurts out a very heated "FUCKING LIMEY!" just as the younger woman is trying to process the picture in front of her. She's not sure she's ever seen England looking so... disheveled before. Hell, she's a rainy little island! She ought to be used to this! ]

What the fuck did you do!? This is totally your fault!

[Used to the rain, yes, but used to the tower yet? Certainly not. She's not sure she ever will be.

England has been here weeks worrying about America and the others; especially with recent events on the Network giving her some serious doubt as to whether the world is intact, as she'd been insisting. She's incredibly relieved now she can see the younger nation is, above all, very much alive. Though a less selfish part of her does wish she didn't have to be here, in this horrific place.

Now she can see America properly, she only stares at her for a moment, just barely listening to what the younger nation is saying. She takes a breath, swallowing, and full of frustrated relief, she grabs Amelia's arm and pulls her into a rarely initiated hug. The strain of worrying if everyone she cares about is alive, of trying to stay alive herself, briefly leaves her.

However, it doesn't last long before she's pulling back again and hitting America firmly on the arm before folding her arms across her chest, looking quite annoyed.]

Don't act like an idiot! Why on earth would I do any of this?

[ The affectionate gesture surprises America rather deeply, because, yes, it is a rare act for England to execute, especially when she so obviously feels uncomfortable. Before she has time to really react though, England reverts to her usual self and America gasps as she holds her arm indignantly. ]

Hey! I don't know! Why do you do anything you do! If you didn't do this, then who did, huh?

[ And what's wrong with you? she wants to ask, but doesn't. It's better to spare England the trouble right now, America presumes. Why are you afraid? What's got you so shaken up? ]

[England has rarely been so relieved to hear nothing but accusations thrown her way by America. The last thing she wants right now is the younger nation questioning her about the momentary affection she showed or her own well-being.]

Well, it wasn't me!

[England sighs, shaking her head and wiping some soaked strands of hair away from over her glasses.]

I was told a group of people brought us here, to "save" us, apparently. That's nonsense, though. We were kidnapped. And I assure you, I had nothing to do with it. I woke up here just as you did.

[She frowns at the other woman, failing to mention, of course, that she's been here a bit longer than America.]

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[ America, though, is quick to pick up on what the other woman does not clarify. She knows England well enough to know that the whole truth may be in hiding, whether intentionally or not. ]

Just now?

[England hesitates. She considers lying, but with the pause she's taking, America would probably not believe her. Sighing, she shakes her head.]

No. I've been here a little longer.

[ She hardly buys that even. ]

Define "a little longer".

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[England sighs, seeing little point in lying about it now.]

About a month. I take it you hadn't noticed? And... everything was okay back home?

[She frowns, but is aware that that might not mean much. She had been told time passes differently here in the tower, after all.]

[ America is stunned by the answer. She knew she hadn't seen England in a while, but... a whole month? No way. That can't be. ]

That's crazy, England. Everything was totally fine before I woke up here. I know you were still there too.

[ She frowns and looks at her fellow nation with obvious discontent. She even goes so far as to grab her hands tightly. ]

England... that's not possible. This isn't possible! We... Everyone... This can't really be happening.

[England sighs, her brow creasing. She shakes her head, squeezing America's hands gently.]

It's happening. The- Our world is... fine, of course. It has to be. But...

[She knows how horrifying and confusing it is to first realise what this place and those "administrators" are capable of, but she has to get something through to America first.]

America... You have to be careful. This place can be cruel. Don't do anything stupid, for God's sake.

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