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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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"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.

"I am aware." She giggled and ruffled his hair, "You're cute, I wouldn't have imagined the male version as a geek. You don't look like a geek."

America swatted her lightly, pouting. "I'm not a geek! I'm the farthest thing from a geek, I just know what's cool."

"Okay so you're a nerd then. I can deal with that."

"I'm not! You're way worse than my Canada."

"Oh I find that hard to believe. We're both Canada right?"

"You're still worse."

"You know they say the female is the more dangerous one of any species. It comes with being treated like I didn't know what I was talking about because of my gender. Like I didn't go to war."

Canada shrugged and glanced up at him, "You don't have to deal with me if I'm that bad."

"Well you're still Canada," America said, dismissing her later concern with a vague handwave. "And if you're the country who would it matter if you were a girl? I mean, there are girl countries. Not a lot of them, but still."

"You act like men don't treat girls like fragile flowers. I mean, sure I had quite a few leaders who treated me equally but just as many who dismissed me. I don't think men understand."

"But you're still Canada. I mean--" He pauses, trying to think of which nations were girls. He can only come up with a few. "Like, Belarus doesn't seem to care."