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WORLD MEETING No. I

CHARACTERS:

starstripedhero,

bipolar_bride,

hagyjbeken, and

wiener_bonbons
LOCATION: America's room, no. 176.
WARNINGS: America is in this log.
SUMMARY: BASICALLY all the nations get together and actually talk in person about stuff. Violence and arguments will more than likely ensue; IT IS INEVITABLE. They'll calm their tits, have a touching Titantic-esque moment, then get drunk.

After much note writing, exploring, contemplating, pissing his pants, drawing things, America finally seems confident enough to discuss his discoveries to the people of his world in person. It seems like some tensions might be relieved if they talk things through all together in person concerning what is going on here that could pertain to them.

America, of course, is in his room, having contacted his "back-up", pacing as he reads off of a sheet of paper. He's also eating something he found on the ship to which he has no idea what it is, but it is edible. It looks like some kind of candy bar.
"So, I'll start off like this: OKAY EVERYONE. LISTEN UP. I know all your ideas are going to suck major balls, so we're going to go by my plan! Alright! First thing is first.... In the event of a malicious alien encounter, have your self defense ready. Belarus, get our blades out and aim for the eyes. Hungary, kick its ass with your.. asskicking powers or whatever, and Austria... yell in Austrian or German or whatever the hell you speak. And me, well, I'll do the most important job and shooting it in the head when the time is right. You all can thank me later with compliments and presents. For the record, just in case I do something outstanding WHICH IS HIGHLY LIKELY, I would like some more ammo for my gun-- or like, porn and some waffle fries. Find me some waffle fries, and that will be GOOD ENOUGH. You all will be under my command, so be sure you know my pledge of allegiance! We'll recite it to PULL US ALL TOGETHER! TOGETHER, UNITED, ONE COMMON GOAL, ONE COMMON ENDEAVOR, ON COMMON NEED TO GET EVERYBODY'S ASSES OT LAS VEGAS. We're like the little engine that could! BRINGING ALL THAT AMMUNITION OVER THE MOUNTAIN TO BLOW UP THOSE COMMUNIST DICKHEADS. WE CAN DO THIS; YES. WE. CAN!!"

He could have sworn he hard an eagle cry in the background, fist clutching in a melodramatic post of heroism, the sound of fireworks distant in the air. He holds his post for a moment, a random light catching his lens for dramatic effect as he Hollywood smiles, teeth shimmering with a sparkle. He glances at Tony after a moment, unsure. The alien was hunched and perched on the bed, eating out of a bag of chips.

"--Mentioning porn in a speech probably isn't the best thing, huh? Okay, I'll be sure just to mention waffle fries. That is only in the case of meeting an alien encounter! NOW THEN. On the subject of the occurrence of an alien zombie apocalypse, AIM FOR THE HEAD NO MATTER WHAT. That is your---"

He stops and looks at the door when somebody knocks at it. Huffing, he walks to the door, "That better have been Hungary, and she better have brought the booze." He shuffles a few written pieces of paper out of his way, cause hell, there were a lot of them. He had been taking a lot of notes. Some possibly useful, and some not so much.

Cracking the door open, he peers out cautiously.

"Y-eeeeello?"

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[... Ow. Door bounced off his right arm, ha. Good thing he was slightly turned so it didn't get his nose?] If you were looking for me then why wouldn't you wait to close the door?

I have not heard from Russia either; I'm quite sure that he would have tried to contact all of us by now if he were here. But I'm less concerned about this being his doing; I was convinced of it at first, but now I'm not so sure.

My baaaaallls--

_{[ America starts, replying to Hungary as he multitasks, reading one of his many papers and pausing to chew on the end of his pen. ]}

--are perfectly fine; I'm glad you are concerned about them, however. I'll be sure to keep you up to date if they start changing colors. Only blue balls I get are RED WHITE AND BLUE and come out of a vending machine. _{[ what. ]}

_{[ He's teasing in response as well, then he puts his attention on Belarus. ]}

Yeah, we know you're in love with him, you don't have to remind us. He's probably on this ship and just hiding from you, you know. There's no France or England either orrrrrr---

_{[ He turns to Austria. ]}

--Germany or Prussia, is that correct? I'm sure you'll know as soon as possible when they get here, if they get here.
Which leads me to a question I'm going to GRACIOUSLY open up for you guys:
Where is everyone else? I have several ideas as to where they could be, but I want to hear what you guys think.

_{[ Oh... well. That's very nice of him to be interested in your input-- ]}

--So I can prove to you that you're wrong.

_{[ oh. ]}

[Scoffs, leaning back a bit; the look she's giving him isn't the nicest though] Forgive me for wanting someone I can tolerate on board. I've been quiet compared to your daily ramblings over the communicator--
If he's here he is keeping sane by staying away from you.

[breaking eye contact with the blond, she went to the papers he'd amassed in how many hours? Oi...]

Wherever they are being they are probably rejoicing...

Unless they're dead or something, but I would think we'd notice if that happened.

It could just be some... alternative universe thing, considering we're all from different times from one another? Though this is just a guess, of course.

Why are your balls in a vending machine.

[He's already taken that seat next to Hungary, refraining from leaning his head on his hand propped by his elbows; it takes him a rather long time to neglect posture, even if he is annoyed.]

I... had assumed they were still back home. I hadn't even considered the thought of all of us being thrown around. It's a problem with this ship, right? Because the original crew went missing. So unless the ship is a victim of something that's happening at random all over the universe, I'd assume everyone else is still where they were before.

[Muttering very softly to Liza there.] Stay on track.

Yeah huh.

_{[ America merely says, acknowledging them as he thinks for a moment, eyes focused on some sacred piece of paper he has in his hands before he puts it on his desk and leans over, writing down rapidly, lips moving as he utters to himself. There's a long silence as he does this, nose scrunching up to prevent his glasses from slipping. His weight shifts to a hip for a moment as he continues to write.

Believe it or not, he disregards what Hungary said. It goes one ear and out the other, but he's very easy to get off track if you try.
Standing up straight, he points his pen at Hungary. ]}

You. I like your thinking. It could be; that's a possibility. You and Austria are from different years that are different from our own. Belarus and I are from the future to you. I wonder if there is a chance there is a 2011 Hungary and a 2011 Austria, as like a Red Scare America and ... something else Belarus.

Dude. .... This would just further prove time travel exists, and it could TOTALLY screw over the space time continuum blah blah blah if we heavily interacted with our persons from the past. THAT IS, if this is the case...

This also means we don't know if we're in the past or future right now aboard the ship. Nobody knows the year or date as far as I know, so fuck that. It's like roughly two weeks before Christmas whether bitches like it or not.

_{[ He points the pen to Austria. ]}
No, that's dumb, dude. It makes legit no sense that they would capture such a weird arrangement of people.... or it makes perfect sense. Maybe it doesn't matter who they get from whatever timeline, just so they get one. It's either that, or they have our entire lives mapped out for us specifically. If the crew is gone, maybe we have to fulfill specific duties that make sense with who we are and where we come from. Maybe we're going to war with another ship. Maybe... we all have a really important part on his ship and don't know it yet.

_{[ A moment of thought, then he points the pen to Belarus. ]}

And you. That's not helping.

So far, I've totally found out on my own that we're going in circles. The ship is stalling for some reason or another; an important reason. It wouldn't just do this for no reason. I feel like this ship has a motive and we're going to be assisting in that. Why would they waste so much effort to get us up here and space and do nothing??

SO. One of my theories is that more people are aboard the ship. They're stowed away somewhere and will be released when their purpose is needed.

[Truth be told, Belarus was fairly sure there was some amount of concern for the sudden loss of one very vocal super power and the happy couple (and the question of there being a present day version of said couple considering their 50s counterparts were currently deep in space). Either way, it would look poorly on her; she'd not taken a blessed vacation with either of these people anytime soon.

His guess about the ship using them for some purpose was what made her raise her brow in question (and a quiet dismissal of her being little help).]

An idea coming from you that is not wholly stupid. Color me surprised. Whether the ship is using us for some motive -- whether to operate it -- two people are not being sufficient for such a vessel, it must also be questioned that there are people we see as purely fictional breathing and walking about among ourselves...

[a beat, glancing at Austria, then Hungary; eye roll] It is not like time is a definite concept, but Spock? Different dimensions must be in play. With the variety of people pulled from their homes it seems that there is little discrimination.

We are just being lucky, hm?

[Frown.]

... I can certainly grasp the idea of different dimensions considering there are people on board whom we know to be fictional. But I find it difficult to believe -- especially if Ungarn and I are how you remember us from the past -- I find it hard to believe that the four of us are from separate dimensions. And I suppose the only way to test that is to go through each of our experiences one by one to see if it aligns with the others. But even then, each one of us is going to have a different interpretation, and it's probably too much to ask for someone other than ourselves to remember our respective details... [He shoots a glance at America, oh so briefly.] I think that it would be best if we run under the assumption that we are from the same continuum, but different times. Until proven otherwise.

[Frown's fading. He's actually raising his eyebrows pretty high now, as something's just occurred to him.] If we're from the same continuum, that would mean that Ungarn and I would still be missing even in your time, wouldn't it? You know, assuming things aren't changed back to normal in all points in time from 1955 on until this is solved, if that makes sense. For example, in my time, I'd be the only one missing. Then Ungarn would be a year later. And then you two, decades later. But since it all happened at the same time for us ... do you see where I'm going with this? [I hope so, because he's not so sure anymore.]

E-essentially people would recognize all of us being gone from the latest point in time, which is Alfred's and Natalia's. I can't even imagine what...

Edited 2011-12-15 21:57 (UTC)

[.... The hell is he laughing. All suppressed, of course, but he's just got this face]

A-assuming Eliza and I are on good terms in your time, which based on your teasing a few days ago it would appear to be the case... I... [okay control yourself man] would they have assumed we'd run off somewhere? Which could only mean that -- [SNORT] -- they would assume the same about y-you two...

Oh how droll.

[Placing a hand on Hungary's knee to faux-steady himself, shooting her a smile, isn't that funny, the thought of them being a couple like us, ohoho. Yes, he is indeed being that guy. Sorry?]

Edited 2011-12-15 23:01 (UTC)

_{[ Right. America is just going to stare at Austria for awhile, not really getting what he's implying before slicking his hair back a little bit. ]}

.....O.K, besides the fact that Austria is going koo-koo, does anybody else have any other input in regards to that?

I mean, dude. The problem with us all being on the same timeline, is if Austria and Hungary got captured in the 50's, it essentially created alternate universes because I remember Austria from 2011. There are no reports about Hungary and Austria going missing in my time period.

There is the possibility that time is held still in our worlds and we're in a totally different world now. The captors possibly harnessed and used the powers of wormholing to get anybody from any time period in any world.

I already said my piece on it all, that's all I really have to say.

And as much as I love arguing, I think there's other things to discuss or things to be done. I'm sure none of us really want to be around the others unless it's important. Hell, I'd rather be in my bed right about now.

[the look that she is shooting Austria's way is positively venomous-- unlike America, she'd caught on to his LESS THAN SUBTLE assumptions. She was so focused on giving him the evil eye she completely missed what America said and only caught the tail end of what Hungary said. Her tone was tight]

Leave the alcohol if you are insisting in wasting your time then. It is the only thing of value you can be contributing at this point.

[still glaring at Austria yep]

[Whoa shit, that look. God that is so terrifying it's fascinating. He's going to recoil just slightly and glance on occasion to see if it's stopped. And nope, it hasn't, and he's looking away awkwardly every time. Ugh, but Hungary's head feels nice. Going to just concentrate on that.]

I have not gone "koo-koo." I was trying to say that this could be one event in one timeline. Just because there are no records of us being gone for your time doesn't mean I'm not from your past. [If Austria had a Back to the Future reference, America would SURELY get that one. You know, that like, everything was fine until an event in the past changed, which directly affected the future because such and such would have never been born or whatever. Obviously there was no record of their parents not getting married because it didn't happen. So, there's no record for Austria and Hungary going missing in 55 and 56, because it didn't happen. Until now.] And I was only laughing because it's preposterous, Miss Belarus; I hope you realize that. [Weak pout at her.]

[Turning his head to Hungary.] Did you not sleep well?

_{[ America isn't paying any attention to what they're saying, muttering to himself as he jots down on his piece of paper, pacing slightly. ]}

Though, the only way it could create an alternate timeline is if the absence of one of us creates something that causes a significant change in the future. Either time is standing still in both of our eras, or we're mass producing alternate universes as we speak... and what happens if we got back home where we are supposed to be? Will it be the same or completely different if time isn't standing still?

_{[ He's almost more to himself with Tony listening nearby, and he drums his pen on his lips. ]}

I cannot scientifically explain the existence of fictional characters in their own worlds either; this is just something we have to accept and not worry about, huh?

My thoughts exactly, dude.

_{[ He raises his voice. ]}

O.K, dudes! There is a sure as hell scientific explanation regarding all of this that we will just have to determine at a later time and another place; perhaps more information we find can aid us in this, cause I'm really fucking curious.

For now, since we all have something in common, which is coming from at least the same universe, I think it's best we all stick together somehow! Keep contact frequently with everyone; assist in every way possibly, you got it? It's mando-serious we agree to help each other out with anything until we get back home!

_{[ Then, his voice gets a little more serious. ]}

Listen, I know we all have baggage, history, regrets; years and years of important relations with one another; some positive and some... negative. But it's really, really important we lay all of that aside at this time. Dealing with personal shit in an unfamiliar environment only makes us vulnerable for anything. Anything. This place isn't safe, man. There's something behind a door, I keep hearing. It's all very mysterious; the fact we were captured is sign enough this place isn't one of hospitality, but one of hostility.

As your hero and leader, I say we all try to get along.

And we'll start by giving each other specific roles.

_{[ His tone lightens, and his expression brightens up. He thinks for a second, then points to them all with the end of his pen. ]}

Back-up.
Back-up.
Back-up.

_{[ Then to himself. ]}

Leader!
Any questions?

Ah no, I didn't sleep too well.

You know what, I think I can fend for myself. I don't see why I need to give a shit about you or Belarus. Neither of you have helped me in the past, so why should I help you?

I think we have some things to discuss, Roderich.

_{[ Oh. Oh that hurts. America makes a face, nose wrinkling. ]}

W--Why should you give a shit about us--!? Didn't you hear me--!?
We're all in common; we all know each other! You know, birds of a feather flock together or something! It goes something like that!

I want to help and protect you guys because we all have something that other people don't, and that's being what we all are! I want us all to get back home and back to where we are supposed to be so we can continue what we're doing; none of you should be left behind!

You can't just brush me off and my ideas like this; it's kinda really stupid!

Edited 2011-12-20 05:05 (UTC)

[She's fed up, and while America is off being nerdy and making a few valid points that she agrees with - which is worrying enough and she may just go to medbay for a checkup of the mental sort. Maybe she could just be put back into the cushion tube?

Tearing her attention from Austria, the poor man, she coolly stared at the floundering American]

Why should she be caring as long as she is getting fucked by her former husband? This is a vacation for her. It must be nice, da?

[Her expression is nondescript, yep; adding almost as an afterthought:] Of course, Austria. Now I am thinking that witch of a woman you call your ex is wanting to have a word with you. Don't let us interrupt.

(ooc: In which the commentary gets even bitchier awww.)

[WHOA. OUT OF LINE, MAN.]

W-we have done nothing of the sort since we have been here!! I've been so out of sorts and nervous that it's the last thing on my mind. [Lies about it not being on his mind; mentally reliving past romps and playing his violin have been his primary source of escapism, and he's really good at escapism. But the rest is the honest truth. Whining:] Don't call her that...

[Rubbing his temple.] America... while Hungary was rather harsh, you aren't really listening to any of us, either. Unless one of us insults you; then you get defensive. You're only reacting when someone knocks you off your high horse, and otherwise you're brushing our ideas off.

[Quietly, turning back to Hungary.] ...W-what about? Can it wait? I'd really like to stay on topic... [Biggest :/ face.]

_{[ He rolls his eyes, then pinches the bridge of his nose. Rolling one of his shoulder blades, he leans his hands on the top of his desk, looking to the side and over at the people in his room. ]}

And what brilliant ideas have any of you pitched? So far, nothing, besides we defend for ourselves. That isn't the greatest idea. You're all from different cultures with different skills that we may all need.

Have I made it clear this is a hostile environment? Maybe not now, not later, but eventually, we will be subject to danger or something unwanted or against our will. We're not captured for no reason.

Hungary, you fight like a man with no weapons. Belarus, you can be intimidating as fuck, and... Austria... you make really good chocolates.

O.K, not my point! We all have special skills that we may need together if shit does go down.

What the fuck did you just say, Natalia?

You know why I would consider this a vacation? Because I'm away from that man who you want to suck the dick of, that man you want to fuck your goddamned brains out. You know, that brother, that whole incest thing you are such a total whore for. In case you didn't know, everyone but you hates that fat son of a bitch and you're just too blind to see it.

And I'm not fucking Austria, no, I'm not. I need him to get a night's worth of rest because of the goddamned nightmares I have because of the hell I've been through. Now shut the fuck up and assuming things about me when you're the fucked in the head bitch here.

[Getting the hell up out of his chair. A little hesitant to approach her, even... after all those nice things she said about needing him... ~~and not just because he'll do whatever she asks in bed~~ she... still looks a little bit dangerous to approach. But he's actually, you know, raising his voice.]

Elizaveta, calm. Down. None of this has anything to do with what we're supposed to be here for, and you're kicking the dog. What he did to you wasn't her fault, and the fact that she loves him is her issue to deal with. You know damn well that certain feelings stay no matter how much logic would tell you there's danger involved.

[Breathes, his expression calming, back to his default whining, but looking at her earnestly.] Would you please sit down...? Please?

[It's really too bad the tattoos on the inside of their wrists act as a Babel-fish because some of the curses coming out of the blonde would sound twenty times worse in a Slavic tongue.

She heard little past the blood rushing in her ears, but she knew enough that Austria was trying to mediate--

Maybe, at some point, she would have found a flicker of gratitude. Not now. She stood with a sharp jerk, hands balling tightly; because while she would cool with drawing a knife on the woman her fists against that fair skin was a much more satisfying idea.

She wasn't as quick to scream as accused, but shouting was accurate in this case.]

Maybe you should be listening to HIM as he is the only one having an ounce of goddamned sense between the two of you! You are a hypocrite and I am tired of being accused of being CRAZY by all of you!

[why she hasn't run at the woman yet is very.. very questionable.]

You never tried to get to know ME; it was always Vanya. What he was doing to you and you never looked at what he did to me. Wanting to own me but casting me aside when I wanted a moment of affection. I do not want what you are quick to be accusing!

[She's perfectly aware that everyone hates him... and well, sometimes she hates him too. But who would think anything else beyond what the woman had so boldly accused.]

I do not care if you rot out here and I know the feeling is returned. Stop acting like you are being so pure of heart though; you are disgusting. And I am done.

_{[ Well, he's wasted his breath. Again. He sort of shouted things along the lines of PAY ATTENTION, and FOCUS HERE, but they were already engaged in an argument; even with as loud as he can get. This doesn't sit well for many reasons cause...
1. This is a meeting to sort things out; not cause more problems.
2. Nobody is paying attention to him.
3. Chicks are fighting.
4. Nobody is paying attention to him.
5. Nobody is pitching ideas, which he probably would ignore anyway, but still.
6. Nobody is paying attention to him.

A slight grit of his teeth, and he simply just lifts a hand to slowly pull a bottle of whatever alcohol he can get, head kicking back to get a swig of it. Smacking his lips together, he makes a little bit of a face before raising his voice again. ]}

O.K, you know what. I'm trying here and I'm trying here, but you guys are IGNORING THE ENTIRE POINT, HELLO.
Hungary, if you're so "oh, we should take care of ourselves! Neenerneener, I'm such a big girl," why the FUCK do you need your pointless ex-husband blah blah WHATEVER THE SHIT you guys are now to HOLD YOUR LITTLE HAND? Blah blah blah, nobody CARES about what you two went through or ANYTHING right now. This is EXACTLY what I'm trying to say; put things aside; we may be in a totally different dimension for all we know! We may be heading STRAIGHT to our graves and nobody cares about this! If what I'm thinking is true and powers are tampered with, WE AREN'T IMMORTAL ANYMORE. THAT IS BAD SHIT. THAT MEANS WE CAN DIE FOR EVER.. FOR REALS, GUYS.

But no. None of that is important.

Belarus, nobody BOTHERS to understand you because you're so DAMN COLD. Ever thought about smiling once in awhile? It'll do wonders for you, REALLY. Shut the hell up about Russia; as you can obviously see, none of us really care about him right now. In fact, we all sort of hate him, so expressing your undying what the actual fuck love to us concerning him means NADDA.

This is causing more problems than help because nobody is listening to me. This is getting nowhere, and I've wasted my breath and preparation to speak with you guys.
So just.. get the hell out of my room.

_{[ a beat. ]}

And leave some of this stuff behind. I deserve it.

Isn't that right? Maybe we should check.

I'm sure you'd make a good guinea pig~

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Sorry this is so short ;;

WOW i hit enter too fast hold on.

I thought my inbox exploded in patriotic sparkles...

maybe it did

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