realityshifted | Entrez vous.

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hetalia (d2) matti williams

Entrez vous.

[He thought it'd be 'one of those days' when it'd started with the hazy realization that he'd had a horrible nightmare. Worse than the nightmares about Newfoundland. Even worse than the nightmares about England. Perhaps he should have just stayed home, but there's no use regretting.

He stands in the midst of the starfield - the Astral Plane - and after carefully looking around him reaches into his pocket for his phone. As expected there is no signal, but it still seems to be working otherwise. He dearly would like to know if America has found his way here as well, but he resists the urge to call despite no bars, or to call out. With a wan smile he huffs softly to himself.]

It's not like I need him to sort this for me.

[Pocketing the phone again he looks up to see an information kiosk has appeared not too far away. He approaches it, eager to know more about this place. When prompted by the sign he speaks up,]

Help, please. [Although it is all automated, it doesn't hurt to be polite.]

[He reads Broderick Naismith's brochure twice, then folds it up and places it in his jacket pocket. He tilts his head thoughtfully as he speaks softly to himself- a habit he will tell you helps him organize his thoughts.]

I like experiments well enough, but not so much being in them. Still, it would be rather interesting to meet people from other worlds... Science fiction has become reality. [He pauses for a long moment as his mind wanders through the possibilities.] There would be so much I could learn. And seeing as time has stopped back home – or I will be returned to the same time – there are no worries about something happening there... It wouldn't be good for me to be away from home for long though, no matter the time shenanigans going on.

Yes. Then, let's see who I can find.

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[During North's periodical observations of the Plane, it's not unusual for him to spot newcomers or other people appearing/disappearing from the Plane. It's during one of these times where he sees someone wander over to that information booth. Generally if anyone goes there, it's a sure sign they're new. It takes North a few minutes to make his way over to the new person, but when he does, he gives a friendly wave of his hand. Never mind the fact that he's in full armor, helmet secured upon his head, and a very long and big sniper rifle attached to his back.]

Hey, how's it going?

[Canada's back stiffens at the appearance of a very tall person in very hefty-looking body armor. (However the rifle does get an appreciative glance.) At the friendly wave and genial question he relaxes a bit, giving a touch of a smile.]

As well as can be expected so far, I think. [He makes a slight gesture to the information booth behind him.] It's pretty clear that I'm new, eh?

[Getting reactions like that in initial meetings isn't any surprise to him anymore. Most people here aren't too used to seeing people walk around in armor all the time, though some are getting used to seeing him and the others around on occasion.]

[North chuckles and nods.] Yeah. Everyone gets that wide-eyed, somewhat bewildered look when they get here, even after reading the stuff that booth gives us. I'm North, by the way. [He holds out his gloved hand.]

[Had he been wide-eyed? Ah, how embarrassing.
Canada's smile deepens a touch at the name. He can't help but feel an affinity for it, although he's getting the feeling that North may be American. He takes the offered hand in a firm grip, giving him a diplomatically perfect hand shake.]

A pleasure to meet you, North. I'm Canada.

[North pauses briefly in his hand shake to look at the man again upon hearing the name. He's reminded of his first conversation with Patricia about codenames and how it's very American of them to use only state names.]

Same here. So, "Canada", huh? Not "Alberta" or "Ontario" or anything?

[Canada picks up on those verbal quotation marks and shakes his head with a faint grin.]

No, afraid not. My name really is Canada.

[North shakes his head in amusement.] Your parents must've really liked the country. Been a while since I've been up that way myself.

["I am the country..." is what he would like to say. But until he understands more about the dangers of this place, he thinks it best to be discreet about that fact.
Instead, he will pick up on that last comment.]

Is that so? I hope you might get the chance to visit again sometime. If I may, what part of America are you from?

[Despite his intuition, it still feels like a bit of a stab in the dark, given that he doesn't recognize the armor at all. (Surely America would have bragged about something like that to him.)]

[North smiles somewhat wistfully. He's not likely to get any leave time for a long time to come, but it's a nice thought.] Thanks, I'll have to but I may have better luck visiting it in someone else's reality.

[His own accent will label him as American for a long time to come, but he's still not comfortable telling people certain parts of his life. Even with Patricia, he won't say what his real name is.] Kind of from all over, actually. We moved around a fair bit when I was a kid--[this may be a lie]--but now I don't live there any longer. Haven't been stationed on Earth in some years.

Should you get to know someone well enough, it could happen. [Not that he would wantonly invite a rifle-carrying soldier from this strange place to his home! But he's always happy for people to come visit him.]

[He follows all of that next part up until "on Earth". At which he blinks in confused startlement. Had he heard that right? (Never mind that he's standing in Sci-Fi central right now, but it's taking some time for him to wrap his mind around it.)]

Sorry, but, if you aren't stationed on Earth, where are you stationed?

Yeah, exactly. I'm supposed to be visiting a friend in Manchester sometime soon. Maybe I can talk her into taking a vacation to Canada. [The thought of doing that with her warms his heart.]

[North notices that look and chuckles] Hah, sorry about that. I forget that some places don't have travel to outer space yet. I'm stationed on a ship that orbits Earth and different colonies depending on where we're needed.

[*smile-smile~* Yes, please do visit...]

[There is lots there to pique his interest in that statement, but he can't help but ask about colonies first!]

Well, travel to space is one thing, but colonies-! If I may ask, whose- that is, which countries' are they?

[North's not surprised by that question; considering the man's reaction to his talk of space travel, he must be from a time when it isn't available to all, so of course wondering which country claimed the first colonies is only natural.]

Actually, we just consider them Earth colonies. A long time ago, sure, people claimed land in name of America, China, and Russia, but we've come a long way since then. The countries are united under the Unified Earth Government, but a branch of called the United Nations Space Command, or UNSC for short, has pretty much taken over for the time being because of the war we're in.

[Canada nods thoughtfully throughout, taking in all this information. The future. Or, he amended, a possible future. Unification sounds really nice though, eh. Maybe they do succeed in all getting along in the end. But it ends on a sour note- there is still war.]

It sounds like your 'long time ago' is my present day. I'm glad to hear about the unification, but... it's a shame that you are at war. [He can't help a crestfallen tone at that. Sometimes it feels like the life of a nation is only battles.
Breaking out of that train of thought, he smiles slightly in apology.]
Sorry. I admit I'm curious about you and your Earth, but I do not want to trouble you with my questions...

[North shakes his head.] More like the life of the planet. [He sighs, shaking his head.] It's complicated. And hey, I don't mind your questions about my reality! You can ask all you want, but maybe you like to go somewhere more comfortable? Get a drink or something to eat while we talk?

[The life of the planet? It does sound like a long story.]

That sounds like a very good idea, thank you. Things always go down easier with a glass of wine, I think. [He grins and makes a slight gesture at the star plane.] Not to mention I would be appreciative of a practical demonstration in how to get anywhere here.

[He can't help laughing.] There's really no trick to it. We just walk like normal. There's a pretty common thought around here that the star floor is just an illusion of some kind, but no one can break it. [North taps his foot, metal resonating against metal.] Hear that? There's definitely something going on there.

But come on, I'll show you where the bar is. [He gestures for Canada to follow, and heads off to the bar. It isn't too far away from there.]

That does indeed sound like something's up, eh?

[He peers down at the floor critically before following North.]

I hope there's no sudden stairs or holes to fall into. You'd probably not be able to see it coming.

[He mutters:] You can say that again...

[North takes a few steps, then turns when he doesn't hear (or see on his motion tracker) Canada moving behind him.] Trust me, it's okay. I haven't found any hidden stairs or holes. In fact, the only hole around here is a black hole and it's pretty well advertised ahead of time. You'll be just fine.

Good to know.

[His steps forward with more confidence, but it's still going to get some serious taking used to.]

A black hole, eh? I'm thinking a few bottles of the very finest will be needed to even get through a fraction of what's going on around here.

[Not that he'd get horribly drunk on even that much. Which is good- he'll be needing a clear head here.]

[He waits until Canada's walking alongside him before he starts moving again.] Oh, I don't think we'll need that many. [He gently claps the guy on the back.] You'll get used to it.

Actually, you'll get used to a lot of the weird things around here, but don't get too comfortable. It can get pretty dangerous as well. A handful of months ago, we were all brought here and were robbed of our memories for a couple weeks. No one knew who anyone else was.

[Canada gives a slight start at the sudden hand on his back, not expecting such a gesture from the stranger. He then smiles at North's reassurances, an expression which promptly fades at his warning.

Lose his memory? It was unthinkable!]

That sounds rather terrifying. ...Did you find out who did the robbing?

It was for some... [He remembers what happened with Patricia, and how he felt going into the coliseum during it. They weren't the only ones purposefully scared during it, but for now, he keeps that to himself.] And no, we never did. We got all our memories back eventually. If you ask me? It was like the Machine or someone who runs it just wanted time to scan our collective memories and see what we had to offer.

Are you doing okay learning about all this?

[He shakes his head slightly. The more he learns about this, the more it seems that just being here is a risk to him and his people.
He lifts his eyes to smile reassuringly at North though, consciously trying to banish the dark expression from his face.]

Better that I learn it from you than the hard way. I didn't know what I was stepping into when I came through that door, but now that I'm here, information like this will be essential.

[North has it easy, what with him wearing a helmet at all. Canada is spared his looks of concern and worry, especially since he doesn't buy that smile for an instant.]

It's a lot at once, but you'll be better prepared in case anything happens to you down the road from now. And...it isn't all bad. I've gotten to meet some very great and kind people here.

[Oh hey, they're finally at the bar! North holds the door open for Canada to head on in.]

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