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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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Germany raised a skeptical eyebrow. Finland had never mentioned a woman before, let alone a wife. Of course, he had heard of Sweden claiming he and Finland were--.

"Married." He repeated, taking a closer look at her. Come to think of it, this woman looked sort of like Sweden. The same intense eyes, hair colour, speech pattern-- not that he and the neutral nation had talked much.

"Tell me your name, Frau."

She pushes away from the glass at that, tension building up slowly as she considers his choice of words. While she is used to men that do not know her and do not consider her to be a of a higher standing than them being rude, she does not appreciate it, and will never accept it.

"I will not tolerate that tone."

After years of commanding and barking at soldiers, he didn't even realize the harsh tone of his voice. Still, he didn't appreciate being scolded like a child, especially right now.

"I apologize, but given my current situation my patience is wearing very thin." He replies coolly, crossing his arms and looking down at her.

But he is a child, at least compared to her... Not that she would say anything even if she knew his thoughts. What she knows is what he said, and really, his "apology" if you can even call it that did not make anything any better. Well, she can be just as curt, if this man does not think highly of being polite. It's easier anyway.

"My name's Sweden. Yours?"

Surprises flickers across his face. No, this had to be some odd coincidence. Sweden is very much a man. Though, if he was female, there's no doubt he'd look exactly like the woman standing before him.

"--Germany." He says, staring at her in disbelief.

That's a curious name. Very strange. ...If a nation by the name "Germany" is here, does that mean- "'s Austria h're?"

"I haven't seen him, no."

He clears his throat awkwardly, not quite sure how to phrase himself, "The Sweden I know is a man. How is it that... er..."

She has no idea, either. But she knows that Germany is not the only person who thinks that she should be male - and this explains why he knew her wife, but not her.

Now how to explain it. Explain something that she does not understand and has only witnessed before. "D'nmark said th' same."

So Denmark was here too? How many more of his kind were trapped here?

"How is this even possible?" He frowns, "Are any of the others female? From... where you came from, I mean."

"'bout half of us." Does that mean that everyone in this ....nation's ....place... is male? "Denmark, Russ'a, 'stonia, Latvia..." She has no clue what Poland is, seriously not, but she isn't the only one from what others have told her.

"They are all male as far as I know. There aren't many women." He begins to list them off, counting on his fingers, "Hungary, Ukraine, Belarus, Monaco... Belgium."

He pauses awkwardly. The mention of Belgium brings up one of many recent bad memories. "As I said, there aren't many women."

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