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[It's been a while since Valentine's, and he's noticed the people he knows have been awfully quiet since then. He's been pretty quiet himself, perhaps a little embarrassed even, over his reaction to the holiday, almost thankful that the calls he was sending were either going through to voicemail or just not being picked up.

That was until he got to Alfred's number. Alfred was never too busy to pick up, or respond quickly after missing a call, he'd learnt that already, but now... He couldn't even get through to the number, listening to the automated message a few times before the reality of the situation could sink in. Alfred was gone.

He'd gone home... Before him.

That was.... That was just, just... unfair.

He tried a few more times to get through, moving onto text when audio was obviously getting him nowhere, trying to get a grip on what exactly he was feeling, the emotion confusing at best; Part of him was glad the other was gone, back to where they belonged (hopefully) and wasn't stuck in this hole like the rest of them, while another part of him was furious that Alfred, who had only just got here, had gotten out so easily- was making friends the way out or something? Hit a quota and you were spat out? It wouldn't surprise him in this place- it was just as stupid as Alfred was.

He let his fingers slow from the rabid button mashing they'd kept to, sending out one last message to the populace before throwing the gear away from him- the urge to try calling the blonde one last time was still tingling in his fingers, swallowing down the other emotion that was lingering at the corners of his mind... There was no point getting upset the other man was gone, not now.]

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Alfred is gone. Good riddance.

[If you need him, he'll either be in Rocket HQ ~~sulking~~ thinking, or just walking around town, trying to get out of his glass case of EMOTIONS.]

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[He pulls away slowly, giving the other man some space as he took in the other man's words, his brows furrowing in contemplation. He'd always expected there to be some kind of pattern, regardless of whether it was decipherable or not, but any pattern he's seemed to find was easily broken, as Alfred had proven. He'd arrived just before Christmas, and had barely gotten past the next few holidays.

The fact that they truly seemed to have no bearing on who went when was both infuriating and terrifying- there was nothing like a complete lack of control to set a man asunder.]

So how do I go about keeping you here?

[The words are spoken almost absently, as the other man was nothing but another
piece of the backdrop.]

You... And France... England... If is no way to know when, has to be way to block leaving...

[One loss was enough. He was going to find a way to stop any more ~~Or apparently go mad trying~~ from happening.]

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[He's not entirely sure how to respond to the boy;s admittance, but it does feel like things just got very awkward.]

Will leave you with thoughts. Am sorry he gave things back.

[He closes the channel for now, more than certain the boy would want time to himself.]

[He stops mid-pacing, turning to tell Harley he's fine... But his doesn't for some reason, the words falling short of being spoken. It might be because it's pretty damn obvious he isn't okay, even to Harley, who doesn't seem to be the queen of reading the atmosphere ~~because what are psychology degrees~?~~ all things considered.

He stops for a moment, giving a slightly heavier sigh than he meant to.]

Am wanting to break something, but have very little in fragile things.

[Damn, would breaking something feel good right now. Suddenly going to the Department store seems like a wonderful idea...]

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He has not been gone long then?

Hmm.

[He's not entirely sure if that's a good or a bad thing.]

You are...?

Am not entirely sure want to be here long enough to notice.

I don't think anyone does unless they like being here. [Many of those people happened to be dead back where they're from. So that's understandable.]

Eh?

[Give him a moment to recover and regain his composure.] If there was a way to prevent such things from happening, then I'm sure someone would have told by now. Then again who knows? Perhaps there is a way, we just haven't found it yet, aru.

...Why don't we sit down? On one of the benches perhaps? [He has time.]

Aw.

[Harley thinks for a moment.]

You gone down to the lab? I bet they got all kinds of breakable stuff.

[She's a helper.]

_{[... It's a tentative probe, because between their general animosity for one another and the inevitable embarrassment over having been seen so out-of-control and vulnerable (to the point where she DID what he SAID. Even if it was for the best, that was still... UGH!) by him, Heather's been even more reluctant to interact with him than usual.]

[But the fact that he said something to the network about someone being gone interests her.]

[If it really WAS 'good riddance', why would he make a point of telling everybody?]}

friend of yours?

No.

[His reply's a little too quick to be anything but a throw-away answer, but to be honest this isn't really something he wants to be thinking about. His feelings on Alfred have always been at least a little conflicting.]

Was not knowing Alfred? Did think he got to everyone.

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...

[He can't help the smile that comes to his face, regardless of the fact it's far from a pleasant one.]

That is not a bad idea...

I got all kinds of good ideas.

[Don't be silly, all smiles are pleasant. That's why they're smiles. Duh.]

So how come y' wanna break stuff?

Souji Seta. Owner of the Breeding Centre, and Alfred worked there so I found out pretty quickly...

I donn't think I knew anybody named Alfred

_{[She HAD... but she knew him as America, not Alfred. Somehow she'd never managed to catch his 'regular' name...]}

Hmph.

Well good. Did not miss much, just stupid over loud pig with hero complex.

[You can almost hear his grumbling. It's not that hard to imagine at any rate.]

Stupid ass left me whale to feed to- am not enjoying another mouth to feed.

I see.

He was one of many. Will admit am a little surprised at statistics.

[If you say so Harley, then again... Considering who you hang with...]

Someone I know left, and did not get to beat him as wanted. All this beating has to go somewhere.

[He gave a half hearted shrug, testing his flask for signs of liquid. No such luck.]

Who knows, he may come back- can break him then.

I guess you're talking about the large number of people leaving, right?

I am.

Is this sort of exodus usual? Was right to assume is no point in making ties here.

[He hesitates on the offer to sit before finally relenting and taking a seat, doing his best to make sure the other man is as close as possible without it being overbearing. ~~He's failing on that last bit though. Like a trooper.~~]

Is always way. Will make way if can not find one.

Am not going to be only one left here just because world is fickle and stupid.

[Yeah... He notices that as he takes a seat next to him, but he'll be nice and tolerate it for now.]

There used be many of us here. Both Italy brothers, Spain, Austria, Hungary, Prussia, Germany, Canada, Hong Kong, Korea. Now it is only us four.

[Once Ivan has made any comments on that first remark, he'll go ahead and try to change the subject.]

Do you remember when my hair was longer than this? [He moves a hand to run over his ponytail.] Back when all Chinese men were required to braid their hair?

I don't know. I've been here for over a year and this is the first time ever seeing a group of this number disappearing.

It might mean we're all going home as well, or we're just being messed with.

_{[No, it's not. But she has a feeling there's more to it than that.]}

but you're keeping it?

not giving it to the breeding center?

... Why waste monster? Is huge and powerful one. Am needing water type anyway.

[Does he need to rattle off more reasons that 'I want to keep it'? If not, then he'll stop there.]

Am changing name though- liberty is stupid name. Can think of much better one I think.

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