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[So guess who's tired of pondering around, knitting and not really making any progress by now? Yes, this very nation here. But he remembered something...]

So... Nuclear weapons. What can you tell me about them? Just how powerful are they?

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[He squints his eyes at that reply.]

America? And yet you tell me to ask Japan...

[Nope. He doesn't quite like the sound of that. Anyhow... Have a pause. Weapons and war aren't quite topics he liked to discuss with Liechtenstein to begin with.]

So... How have you been doing?

[She raises an eyebrow at him pointedly.] It won't be for a few months yet for you. [And that's all she's going to say on that! She is not overly fond of such topics either.]

Well enough, I suppose. I'm a bit jealous; one of the other girls they brought here was given a very nice dress to wear. I don't see why I had to have something so lightweight... And I still can't find any information on this Sekhmet person I'm supposed to be. This would be much easier if they had internet access here...

[Never mind that they didn't have the internet back in 1945.]

Ah. I'm afraid I don't know much about that Sekhmet either. But judging by the name it might be Egyptian... [Aaaand... That's one of the few directions he doesn't really know much about.

And he coughs.]

You should visit Frankreich's shop. From what I hear he has a few assistants that may be helpful for you. Though... [He glances away at that, at least attempting to hide some of his embarrassment.] ...it could be worse. [Muttering, yes.] Some of us came here... Naked.

[There follows some more silence after this. Then, finally.]

What is... Internet access?

Ah, I was actually planning on making a visit later today! [She smiles at the thought. Mr France always did have such beautiful fashions, even if the more modern ones aren't necessarily to her taste.]

Could be w- OH! [Liechtenstein covers her mouth, because when she catches that last part of the mumble... Did Germany get brought here-? Oh. Oh my. How embarrassing! Yes, she is quite glad she had some sort of clothing on. Yep, she's turning red now.

Oh thank goodness he changed the topic. Although Liechtenstein is still blushing deeply as she responds.]

Ah, that is... It's sort of like these communication devices? Except instead of just being able to talk to people through text or voice or video, you can also go to pages called "websites". You can find information on just about anything on the internet if you know where to look. [Ah, technology! There's a nice, safe topic.]

If you need help finding the place, I can show it to you. [Even though he'd rather not go in himself. Because... France.]

[And he'd rather forget about that. Really. Wearing nothing but a fine, red ribbon around his neck sure was embarrassing enough for mor than one century.]

So it's... Like a library? Only on such little mirrors? [Okay. Now he's a bit confused. These things are pink! Do they really use these in the future?] But how do you put these information in there?

Oh, no need. Mr France told me what part of the island it was on, and it wouldn't hurt to look around. [Plus, she doesn't think Germany would enjoy going clothes shopping with her. He doesn't seem the type...]

Not quite like these mirrors. It would be easier if I could show you, but trying to imagine a computer to appear... doesn't seem to work. [Try, fails spectacularly.] Oh, here. [She takes the communicator, and moves to one corner of the room, holding it so it faces away from her. There's some movement, like she's hiding behind something... And then, with a bit of shimmering, a computer appears.

And promptly explodes.

Liechtenstein turns the communicator back to herself.] That... was a computer. They are not normally so explosive, however. I imagine that there is some property of this place that causes the explosion.

The information is all stored using electricity to encode the information. It is then transmitted by inconveniencing a lot of electrons. It's a shame I don't have a computer, as it would really be easier to show you how it works...

[Well, so he nods at her decision to go alone and then... Listens. And watches. And...

WHAT THE-?!

And... Silence. Okay. She is better at that imagining stuff thing than him. But... A computer? That?!

Just excuse him while he stares for a while. And fails to process that.]

Y-you don't read books anymore in the future...?

[If so, then the future is a horror he doesn't want to experience, thank you very much, bomb him to smithereens, please.]

Of course we do! It's just faster to look things up on a computer if you only want to know what something is. If I had a computer, I could just type 'Sekhmet' in, and then I could find an... encyclopaedia article about who Sekhmet is. It would probably be the first result. [Better not confuse him too much by using the term 'Wikipedia'...]

However, stories and manuals and textbooks are still primarily printed on paper.

...ah.

[He nods. He really just nods. Not that he fully understands or can even imagine this fully, but... He nods. And is currently glad that there are still books around, apparently.]

A-as convenient as that sounds, Liechtenstein, I still think I would prefer a simple library.

[Yes. Later he will worship the internet like anyone else. But not right now. Right now that very idea is just weird.]

I imagine you would. [Though she knows how he'll feel about computers later, it seems silly to argue with him about it now.]

Besides, there's really nothing like a real book! A computer just isn't the same.

Didn't you just say it's easier than looking things up in a book?

[Confused, yes. Future = Confusion. He just drew that conclusion.]

Mr Germany. You saw what a computer looked like. Can you honestly imagine curling up in an armchair with some hot cocoa and trying to read with one of those? [Liechtenstein is giving him an amused look. At least she hasn't mentioned laptops and e-book readers. That would definitely confuse him.]

I... Can hardly imagine curling up in an armchair at all.

[And there he goes, being entirely honest. It takes some effort for someone of his size to do something like that. And it's not necessarily comfortable also.]

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