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[tomate]

[ The feed turns on and you see a man that appears to topless with a pair of bull horns on his head. Upon closer inspection, the horns are clearly fake and are just a part of a headband. He doesn't seem to mind it much, but clearly prefers to at least have some proper clothes. ]

Ah, I seem to be somewhere I don't know!

I wanna help but now's not the best time plus you didn't really ask me and I would like to know ahead of time !! I don't mind coming back later though... But can anyone tell me where I am?

Also I'll need more clothes than what I woke up with. . .

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[tomate]

[ Half of this went over his head. . . ]

Oh, I'm in the Violet District.

[paysdelamour]

The... Violet District?

I will be there right away! I am coming to see you! [No ifs, ands, or buts on that one. In fact he's currently scrambling to grab his umbrella and jacket so he can come visit!]

[tomate]

—Okay! [ Spain will just sit outside his home and will try and make his. loincloth cover more than what it is ]

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[paysdelamour]

[It's okay bro, France digs for some spare clothes for you before he shuts off his compact and heads over.

A short while later Francis is wandering around the Violet district, trying to figure out which house Spain is in. Dammit, he should have asked for that right off. ]

[tomate]

[ Maybe the sound of Spain singing a little derpy Spanish song will help you ]

[paysdelamour]

[It does, because when he hears this, he follows it right up to the door of the house Spain is in. He knocks on the door, sharply, and calls out to the inside:]

Espagne? Are you here, chéri?

[tomate]

[ Opens the door and bam there he is ]

Hola Francia.

[paysdelamour]

TOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIII!

[He's going to lovingly embrace you and sob again, like he hasn't seen you in ages. In reality, he hasn't seen you in about a month.]

[tomate]

[ As much as he likes the affection this is a little... much. ]

... I just saw you yesterday, France.

[paysdelamour]

Espagne, chéri, I have been trapped here for more than a month! Angleterre et Prussie, they are here too... they are from the past... so is Portugal... Amérique, myself, we are from your time. You may not have realized I was gone, mais, the beings that run this place, they must have found a way to stop the flow of time. That is the only explanation I can come up with.

You were here, before. You were living with me, in the Navy district... you... are certain you do not remember this?

[tomate]

No, I don't remember any of it!

[paysdelamour]

Don't remember? How is this possible?

[He pauses, thinking about it, before suddenly it hits him.]

... ah! Does this mean... you actually found a way home...?!

[tomate]

Um, maybe? Like I said I don't really remember being here at all.

[paysdelamour]

... so what do you remember, chéri?

[tomate]

I remember being home!

I was taking a nap.

[paysdelamour]

And before that, what do you remember?

[Naps are not important, Spain, GOSH]

[tomate]

I guess the usual! Working with you and everyone else, spending time with Roma, playing with Toro...

[ NAPS ARE IMPORTANT OKOK ]

[paysdelamour]

... what date was it?

[Spain, you are not being specific at all, you silly goose.]

[tomate]

A little after my birthday, 2012.

[paysdelamour]

February-?!

[France, he. He has no words.]

... so you do not remember being here because... you went back in time? Je- ah la la, this is too confusing. Chéri... it is the middle of September, here.

[tomate]

... Eh?

[paysdelamour]

It is as I said! It is September 14th!

[tomate]

[ Okay something is wrong here if France is also getting things wrong. Spain quickly headpats his friend ]

That can't be right.

[paysdelamour]

[Francis pulls out his compact, and manages to switch it to date and time view.] Look, Espagne! [And he nudges it toward him.]

[tomate]

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The date on this is wrong, France.