On the platform: New characters and old ones that want to come and meet them!

[utopiamods]

As you all crowd onto the platform with your new and still bizarre mix of faces, expressions, clothing and wild theories, you are met by two girls. Both are in uniforms that would match if not for the colour differences - skirts, waistcoats, and light summer shirts that seem totally inappropriate for the thin layer of snow and ice coating the station platform. Both have a beret with a crest - one shows a sword, the other a shield.

At the first lull in the chatter, the shorter girl speaks up, her soft voice somehow cutting over you.

"Excuse me,"

She explains, in precise, quiet sentences, that they're prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Nanami of Fortitude, she says, placing a hand on her own collarbone, and Santana of Conquest, here pointing to the taller girl she's leaning against. The girl nods, looking fairly bored.

"We will be sorting you now. When we say your name, please move quickly and quietly to whoever called you."

"Yeah," Santana interrupts, "Then we can go back to the dorms. It's not getting any warmer however many times they make us do this."

They separate, moving to stand several metres apart, and both pull a list from their waistcoat pocket. Alternating, they start to read out your names.

Comments

[keepscalm]

[Alright he's about sick of not knowing what's going on already and he hasn't been here even fifteen minutes. The only other name on that list that's even slightly familiar or related to him in any conceivable way is Rapunzel, and even then, she's one of Germany's fairytales. What the hell.

He approaches the girl with as much dignity as he can muster, crossing his arms.] ...England present. [Usually he introduces himself to unfamiliar people as Arthur, but...]

So we've been brought to a school?

[effortless]

That would be... correct. I suppose I should be glad you were paying attention, at least.

[keepscalm]

[Well, it was a pretty obvious statement to make, but give him a break, his bearings aren't exactly aligned with how the rest of the world is turning right now.]

It's rude not to pay attention when someone is speaking to you. [...unless they're French.] Is it too much to ask why? [He thought he was a bit beyond the school age by now.]

[effortless]

I wouldn't know. After all, it was you who enrolled. We all must have had our reasons... Oh, or perhaps you were stamped out, and fell here. Either works.

[keepscalm]

[Instant look of confusion.]

...I don't recall enrolling. [He doesn't even want to know what she means by "stamped out".]

So you're enrolled here as well, then? Do you remember choosing to come here? [Don't mind him, waking up in mysterious places usually involves alcohol or being a prisoner of war, and he's not in enough pain for either of those right now. He wants to know what alternatives there could possibly be.]

[effortless]

Your memories aren't all there at the moment, I'm afraid-- Ah, me? Of course not. [ silly England. ] I arrived here after my dear brother finally managed to murder me. How would I have consented?

[countryofassholes]

[Britannia's killing time around the platform, checking out the newcomers and wondering if anyone she recognizes has arrived. As she's walking through the crowds in her school uniform, her eyes go right past England because she doesn't recognize him thanks to laser-guided-amnesia.

She does pause when she hears the word "England" though, causing her to stop right beside the other nation and look around.]

England?

[keepscalm]

[His name again. Christ, who is it this t--

He turns and his jaw almost completely disconnects from his face. America? But...no, that's not quite right, though the resemblance is striking enough that he feels anger well up anyways. He quickly fixes his expression to a more normal grumpy one, folding his arms over his chest.]

Speaking. Do you require something of me?

[countryofassholes]

[When the speaker is surprisingly to her immediate left, Britannia looks down and- ... hello... unfamiliar face...]

You mean you're from England, right?

[keepscalm]

[He huffs a little, because that's what he does. Especially to strangers that look like stupid traitorous upstart tossers.]

Well, that comes with the package, yes. Being the country generally requires that one be from the land that they represent.

[countryofassholes]

But you can't be England because- [Because he looks like... a big... fuzzy... slightly painful and missing memory. ... oh. Goddamn this school.

Britannia gives a small laugh and shakes her head.] Oops.

[heroiccia]

[He stares, and stares and staaaaaaaarrrrrrress~. He's trying really, really hard to remember your name even though it was just called. Feel free to catch his staring eyes.]

[keepscalm]

[...someone is staring at him.

It takes a bit of glancing around to find who it is, but eventually he catches America's eye. Rage immediately overtakes the uneasiness of being stared at, and he tenses, glaring at the other nation.]

Staring is rude, you know. [wow be a little more bitchy, England.]

[heroiccia]

[He blinked, realizing that he had been caught before quickly placing a smile on his lips. He still doesn't remember his name though.]

Oh come on dude! It's just surprising to see ya here is all!

[keepscalm]

[England crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. Truthfully, he's surprised to see America too, but it's not a good surprise.

...Mostly. Mostly not a good surprise.] That doesn't require you to gawk like you've never seen me before. [Oh, so close to the mark, England.]

[heroiccia]

What's wrong with staring?

[koyo]

( He heard there was a crowd so he came to investigate. He sees a familiar person, hears a familiar name and voice and Spain responds almost instantly, )

Sí, welcome to Rakuen. Now get out.

( And Spain smiles at him. )

[keepscalm]

[Oh great. Yes, this makes him feel loads better. Now he knows for sure the reason he's been sent here is for torture purposes.

He sniffs haughtily.] I'm entirely free to stay here, thank you. [He doesn't even want to, but hey. Spiting Spain.] You may leave if you're so bothered.

[Come on this is the guy that went "FUCK YO' NATION, HOPE YOU LIKE LIONS AND RED WHITE AND BLUE". Do you really think you're going to make him leave?]

[koyo]

Who said I was bothered? ( No, really, who? Spain is neither excited or upset to see England here. It's more like, "Oh. It's him." and "I have to punch him because he's there." ) And here I thought you would be glad to see a familiar face! I suppose I was wrong though.

[keepscalm]

Hardly. [...alright, maybe a lie. He's kind of glad. Just a little. He's just not happy for the choice in familiar face. Ugh.]

Since you regrettably seem to have more bearing on the situation at hand than I do, what exactly is this Rakuen place?

1/2

[koyo]

Hell.

[fifty]

[Staring.

This may be of note because apparently America has managed to duplicate himself and also grow smaller. Of course, that would be because this is Alfred, fairly normal fifteen-year-old kid except with superpowers.

He's still staring, though, because while he's sure he heard "England", which is just dumb, he's seeing his father. Or someone who looks like his father?

Maybe his dad went crazy and started calling himself England. That might be something he'd do.]

[keepscalm]

[Lots of staring at him going on today. Seriously, what the hell? Does no one have manners anymore?

Eventually, he finds the source of this new staring.

...and stares back, hardly practicing what he preaches in terms of politeness. Um...

He squints. America? It definitely looks like him, but he's so...tiny. Or, tiny for America. And the kid is looking at England like they know each other. But...it's best not to assume.]

Hello? [Safest option: just greet him. Even if that face still demands punching. He doesn't want to risk it if it's not actually the other nation.]

[fifty]

[The way he's acting makes Alfred doubt his first impressions, and he adjusts his glasses out of a nervous need to do something. He's not exactly sure how to bring up any of this to this person who is like his dad but is apparently going by England.]

Uh. Do you know me?

[That was probably a pretty dumb way to put it.]

[keepscalm]

[England should probably look a little more confused than he does, but as it is, there's only a minor lilt of inquisition in his words.]

Funny. Here I was going to ask you the same thing.

[So it's not America. But it's someone who seems to know him somehow.]