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23:30:00
Silent dormitory rooms are lined with bodies--not dead, just sleeping. Throughout the tower it is pitch black and silent. At the base of the tower, countless shining eyes, watching.

23:45:00
The tower hums to life. Lights blink on in one by one; only the dormitory rooms remain dark. A small army of blank-faced humanoids appear and spend the next ten minutes taking various positions around the tower.

23:59:00
An order given. The dormitory room lights blink on.

00:00:00
You are awake.

00:00:30
You can move.

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"It still doesn't make sense," America said, sitting down in a chair in what might have been the most dramatic sitting down in the world up to that point. "This whole thing is stupid."

Certainly the most dramatic one in this world. Canada stayed by the windows, sighing in her long suffering way.

"Stupid or not, it's what is happening."

"Okay, fine, you can be girl Canada if you want," America said, rolling his eyes a bit as he did. "This place is still really weird, and I don't know what's going on, and why are you still wearing that?"

It was king of distracting.

"I--oh...oh where did you get clothes?"

Cue Canada realizing that she is wearing something that shows off every curve in front a male version of America and aaaaa. AAAA FOREVER. Internally.

"The trunk by the bed I woke up in had some of my stuff from back home," he explained, now looking off to one side in a belated attempt at being a gentleman. "Yours didn't have anything?"

Canada crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head before she took that in and indulged in a facepalm.

"O-Oh it has thing from home in it? Really? Oh I didn't...even look."

"Not a whole lot, but yeah. Mine had this in it, and a couple other things."

Like a gun and ammunition, but he wasn't about to advertise that when that might get them taken away or something.

"Not having to wear a catsuit would be wonderful." Canada ran her hands over her sides as if to confirm it was still there before her hands trailed up the collar. She tugged it futilely for a second before she looked away, still flustered.

"Who thought up this stupid outfit," she muttered under her breath.

"I think everyone woke up in those," America said. "...Yeah, and that thing doesn't come off. Trust me, I tried."

His hands were still a bit red from tugging, in fact.

"Yes. I know. I am quite aware that it does not come off..."

Her voice trailed off into slightly miserable silence. If silence can be miserable.

"Yours is the same color as mine, that's kinda weird," he said, for lack of anything else to say aside from continuing to quiz her about being Canada. "Well... Do you know how big this place is?"

"Purple? Really." The fact that it matched her eyes made her smile a little. Never mind that it would clash terribly with her clothes.

"I've only been on this floor and the one with the rooms. So no...Hey. Um do you have any scars?"

"Yeah, that's all I've seen too--Huh?" He blinked at her and flustered a bit; admitting he had them was admitting he'd been attacked and those attacks had left a mark--not something he enjoyed doing. "Uh, a couple, I guess..."

He played with his jacket a bit, hand resting over the scar over his heart that Canada had given him--force of habit whenever this particular subject came up.

"Nothing I don't remember getting, if that's what you mean."

Canada's eyes were drawn to the spot and her hand rested on her own scar...Part of her wanted to ask to see, wanted to confirm it with her own eyes, but she looked away, a sad smile playing on her lips. Her manner changed slightly, the lingering doubt dropping away.

"So the male version of me can still leave his mark. Good to know."

"D-don't act smug about it," America said automatically; only Canada would have commented on something like that. And only Canada would have said it like that, really. Because Canada could really be a jerk sometimes even if no one but him noticed.

"Well fine, you're Canada. A Canada, whatever. Now this place makes even less sense."

"I am not being smug, I am commenting on the truth. So you're America. I can't say I woke up expecting to see a male America to be honest. But it's interesting to meet you."

America offered her a hand to shake, in spite of her definite smugness. "I didn't really expect to wake up seeing any of this. This is all really weird."

She shook his hand firmly and shrugged.

"Definitely on the top of the list of strange things that have happened to me. But I suppose it's not every day I'd meet someone like you."

Edited 2011-06-05 20:20 (UTC)

"I'm too awesome to forget," America said. "Well, I guess this could be like in the comics where there are alternate worlds and stuff. And this is like a nexus!"

This, at least, was an exciting enough prospect to distract him from his confusion and unhappiness at being torn away from his home. After all, he might meet Batman or something.

She hid a smile behind her hand. He was kind of like a little kid watching some science fiction for the first time. Her smile faded a little though.

"Too awesome to forget huh?"

"Obviously," America said, oblivious to the faltering expression or at least not connecting it to anything either of them said. "So, I bet some super villain's behind all this. Oh man, maybe there will be superheroes at home after all this is over!"

"Superheroes huh? Is that your thing?" She tried to remain smiling even if she was starting to get homesick. Who would have thought seeing this other version of America would make her miss her own so much...

"Superheroes are awesome," America said. "Why, does your America not like 'em? That'd be boring."

"I've never thought to ask her opinion on them to be quite honest." Canada laughed and tilted her head, "So you're a comic nerd huh?"

"Hey, comics are awesome, and they're totally getting made into movies lately," America said, just a touch defensively.