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A - Mitchell Rd.

[When Holland wakes up that morning, he gives Canada a little bit of an extra hug, surprised she's not already awake and cooking breakfast like she usually did.  Then again, they hadn't had power in a few days and it was better to stay warm, stay together.  That's why they'd been sleeping in the kitchen together, with all the blankets and pillows they could find, and a fire going in the oven.  
The broadcast is what wakes him up.  Not to mention the surprise of having power, of not being freezing cold . . . he's worried.  When Canada gets up, he'll simply look at her warily. 

Eventually, the worry gets the best of him and he takes his rabbit to his room, locking the door to be by himself for awhile.  The idea of the drons of Canada and Hilda were too much for him.

The drones were still creepy, no doubt.]

B - Still in the house

[A little later, once Canada and Hilda were outside, Holland will sit down and start writing down the names of those who the broadcast mentions.  When he comes to certain ones - Lucas, The Captain, Romana, Germany, Australia. . . and of course Canada and Hilda.  It's hard to know if this is something the down is doing or if it's permanent. 
Maybe it's not even real.  He'll unlock the front door.  Feel free to visit.]</small>

C- Phone call 

I don't believe Mayfield.  I don't think anybody should.

[It's just too painful to think of Canada, Hilda, Lucas and everybody gone.]

Comments

A

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[Not enough sleep, too much sleep. One was always the result of a dream like the one she'd had, and after a brief moment of being awake, panicked, but where she'd fallen asleep, Canada had curled closer to Holland and willed herself back to sleep, not waking until a while after he gets up.

The first thing she does is look at him, worriedly. She doesn't like that look on his face.]

Nederland? Is something wrong?

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[He's just . . . not going to answer that. The heat is back on, the power is back, so he's going to fix himself some breakfast.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[Confused, and with a growing sense of distress, Canada stands and pats uselessly at her hair a few times to get it to flatten out, watching him but letting him have space.]

What is it?

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[He still won't reply right away.]

Nothing.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

I know it's not nothing. Please don't lie to me.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[. . . Well. There was no sense beating around the bush.]

I know you're not real.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

... What's that supposed to mean?

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

You're not Canada.

[Frown.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

I'm... [No, okay, that's derailed her for a moment, because wasn't that exactly what she'd agreed upon in her dream? Not being Canada in order to make everything better? But it was only supposed to be a dream.]

I'm sorry. But you're supposed to be happier now.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[The dream. He knew right away that's what she was talking about; he'd had his own dream. This left him more suspicious than ever . . . but it didn't mean that this was Canada. She was still a drone, something Mayfield made.]

I want the real Canada back. I'll be happy then.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Right. O-of course. How silly of me.

[And now she can't look at him, because this hurts more than it was supposed to. Boss, you bastard, what a horrible time to start lying to her. She stares stubbornly at the floor, now, not saying anything else, but not letting cowardice get the better of her so that she'll leave. Not just yet.]

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[He'll sigh. Why would Canada have said yes. . . well, that was a silly question.

Why didn't he say yes. That's what he should be asking.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[She stares at the floor a little bit longer, then clears her throat.]

I- I'm going to get dressed and then I suppose I'll be outside if you need anything. [Pause.] I'm sorry.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[He wasn't even going to reply. It wasn't her, why bother.]

C

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

I don't know what that was about.

I feel fine.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

Well, you would either way.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Because I wouldn't exist?

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

Drones don't feel anything.

[It was easier to believe that, now.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Na, I've seen them get hurt. They feel, just like an other animal.

/s-slow

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

Physical things are different than actually feeling real.

No prob

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

You mean, like emotions?

B

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[After having been verbally thrashed all day, Lucas isn't sure if he wants to see the Netherlands at all. He'll certainly walk by, though. And stand for a moment or two, looking at the house.]

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[And that's the moment Holland chooses to unlock the door, looking outside before heading back in.

. . . at least, he was until he saw Lucas.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[And Lucas promptly turns around, because hearing the Netherlands calling him names wasn't something he could handle at the moment.]

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[It wasn't something he would waste time on. But he will hesitate before going back into the house.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas turns around briefly before he goes. Somehow, there are already tears in his eyes.]

C.

[doulikewaffles.livejournal.com]

Broer, I just heard. I'm so sorry.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

Zus. You okay?

[doulikewaffles.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

But Adolf is gone.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

Want to come over?

A

[achromous]

[Hilda's never been a morning person, but the absence of her Pokemon, usually found curled up all over her for warmth, is enough to stir her. She can remember the dream, and it was awful, but she's trying to put it out of her mind.]

Mnn?

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[She'll get that wary look from Holland too. He's made something for breakfast . . . enough for them. He's not quite sure what to believe yet.]

[achromous]

[Hilda frowns, confused.]

What's wrong? Did something happen?

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

It's nothing.

[He'll hand her some breakfast on a plate.]

[achromous]

Thanks.

[Hilda will eat it thoughtfully. She knows there's something wrong, and she can't stop thinking about that dream she had. Finally, she realizes she's eating warm food.]

When did the power come back?

/slowww

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

Not sure.

[The answer is automatic. . . Holland will turn and give Hilda a frown, then turn away.]

[achromous]

[Hilda frowns and eats in uncertain silence before she decides to ask again.]

What happened?

Phone

[lamingtons]

Onya, mate! [y-yay someone who'll believe he's really Australia!!] Ta.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Sorry for the slow. . . come back to me Aussie. . .]

Hnn. It's not like I have a choice.

C

[kinship]

It's definitely done something to the people mentioned, even though I agree we can't trust Mayfield at all.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

Cain. I'm glad you're you.

[kinship]

[He knows, he understands.]

...Me too. That you're you, I mean.

C

[kleinefurstin.livejournal.com]

It is strange that it would do such a thing. But it still feels so odd...

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

And you're yourself, Liech. . .