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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 HQsulking thinking, or just walking around town, trying to get out of his glass case of EMOTIONS.]
[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
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Date: 2012-03-01 01:50 pm (UTC)Yī wàn.
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:42 pm (UTC)[The corners of his mouth lift, but his smile gets no further across his lips than that, and it doesn't even get to his eyes. He's not entirely sure what to think right now, apart from-]
Is very good to see you.
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Date: 2012-03-01 08:49 pm (UTC)It's good to see you too.
[He's a bit stuck on what to say next. It would be stupid to ask how he was doing considering the situation, so he just looks down at his feet. Though, he wondered what was going through the other's head upon seeing him dressed in Western clothes: jeans, a black jacket over a white shirt, black boots. Especially since he used to detest the Westerners so much back then. Technically, he still did deep down, he had just grown to tolerate them.]
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Date: 2012-03-01 10:04 pm (UTC)He moved forward, before really thinking about it, to take the other man's hand, pulling the other closer to him. They'd barely spoken since the train, but the idea of losing Yao, despite what the man had told him about the future, was not an entertaining idea.]
... Alfred is gone.
[He held the other man close for a little while longer, the odd half-embrace just enough to be a comfort, regardless of his overly pretentious, western clothes.]
Do not know when he left but he is gone.
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Date: 2012-03-01 11:19 pm (UTC)It happens without warning, Yī wàn. It happened to my family, too, about a year ago. People do come back sometimes, but so far my family haven't been among those people. [Even though he has his new family made from friends such as Envy, he still missed his family back home.]
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Date: 2012-03-03 01:49 am (UTC)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 tryingfrom happening.][action]
Date: 2012-03-03 05:16 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2012-03-07 01:18 am (UTC)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.
[action] 1/2 aw, no wonder ;w;
Date: 2012-03-07 12:24 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2012-03-07 12:29 pm (UTC)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?
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Date: 2012-03-10 11:06 pm (UTC)[He hadn't noticed until no, but it did seem a little shorter than he remembered, then again, this China was from the future compared to him. It wasn't as if the man couldn't cut his hair sometime after 1941.]
... Do you think they will come back? The others I mean.
[As much as he'd like to talk about other things, he's a little too focused on the lack of control that's now made itself obvious to him.]
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Date: 2012-03-11 12:17 am (UTC)[He adjusts his jacket a bit before answering.]
Maybe, it's not impossible, aru. England was actually here from around my time before he came back the way he is now. From 1941, I mean. You too, except you were from the 1700s.
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Date: 2012-03-13 12:12 am (UTC)He took his gaze off of Yao, letting himself slouch as much as he was able without it becoming uncomfortable. He was someone that had already been here? He was sure that, regardless of the lapse of time, this wasn't the sort of thing he would have most likely forgotten about.]
Must be hard for you, to see us come and go.
[He wished he was wearing his rocket uniform, if only because he'd all but forgotten to bring any form of alcohol or tobacco with him in this one. If he had any he may just have offered it in a goodwill gesture.
For now he'd have to make do with just staring up at the sky above them.]
Have you ever left? That you remember or are told about?
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Date: 2012-03-13 12:34 am (UTC)[He sighs.]
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Date: 2012-03-13 12:43 am (UTC)I do not understand this place. It is annoying and nonsensical.
[He puts his hands on his knees, forcing himself to stand with some effort, turning to the other to offer his hand so he could do the same.]
Has not eaten yet, have you?
[Because food solves everything. EVERYTHING.]
We should go eat. Will feel better that way.
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Date: 2012-03-13 12:48 am (UTC)[He takes Ivan's hand to help help pull himself up.]
Did you have anywhere in mind?