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[modersvea.livejournal.com]

[The message is short, but straight to the point.]

Has anyone seen Estonia? Tall, blond, female, glasses.

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[froghunting.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid not that I know of. Have you already seen that she's here?

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[modersvea.livejournal.com]

Yes. She was gone this morning.

[froghunting.livejournal.com]

I doubt she can leave. Did she say anything that could give you some hints?

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

Said she's stay until I woke up.

[froghunting.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Maybe you can ask one of those guys. [referring to the creepy people who watch them]

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

Might mean trouble for her.

[Because she won't show up for work at this rate, because she left... Sweden would rather find Estonia herself before alarming the tower staff.]

[froghunting.livejournal.com]

Oh. Good idea.

Um. I'll try to keep an eye out for her, then.

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

What 's your name?

[froghunting.livejournal.com]

Mercedes. And you are?

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

Sweden.

[froghunting.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you, Sweden. Good luck with finding your friend.

[vytis]

I haven't seen her, no. She's gone missing? It's not like the tower is that large...

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

I can't f'nd her anyway.

[Unless she has jumped off the tower, which... is not very much Estonia at all. No nation would really ever consider suicide an option, and Estonia is certainly not anywhere near that.]

[vytis]

If I see her, I'll let you know.

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

Sh' cannot b' gone.

[vytis]

Maybe you just keep missing each other...?

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

...



'll leave her a message.

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

What about Latvia? [Nope. She can't tell them apart.]

I can't remember if they have met already o.o;?

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

Has n'ver been h're.

It's their first meeting here!

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

I could swear I saw the run when I first got here.

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

[Estonia or Latvia now?]

Shook?

[And who are you?]

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Not more so than usual. Had those thick glasses on and everything.

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

Her name's 'stonia.

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

That's what I said!


[It dawns on her. Finally.]

You don't recognize me, do you.

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

You aren't fam'liar.

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

[She sighs, but perhaps this place has a way of interfering with memories, as well.]

It's Prussia.

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

[Like Norway or like Denmark, then?]

're you sure?

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

[She bites back something meaner and unhelpful]

Why would I lie about something like that?

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

Th' Prussia that I know 's male.

[As simple as that. Why is she female?]