Where's the War? [Hungary]

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He had finally found some time to be alone. The dorm assigned to him provided such comfort, but knowing that there were still humans and other oddities around him just rubbed him the wrong way. He needed to get away from everything, and an hour of running around the estates gave him the perfect opportunity to be alone: the forest. Trees surrounded him on every side, blocking out the houses that were just beyond the treeline.

He had multiple subjects to think about. There was the sudden leap in technological advances, especially the vehicles, remotes, phones, and televisions. There was the constant nagging voice in the back of his head saying that he was missing something important, but he couldn't remember what it was. There was the fact that all seemed peaceful, and then there was the fact that he didn't know anyone he had met so far. He didn't know who anyone was, and he didn't know who he could trust.

The blond child slowly stopped his running and weaving through the trees, one hand extended to his side. Bare skin scraped against the cool, dark bark of a tree's trunk. Head down and mouth open, he took in deep gulps of air, his chest heaving up and down with every breath he took. He shouldn't get this tired after such a short run, but he did. Was this dimension draining him of his energy? Or was it the lingering effects of how his empire was before he was transported to this foreign place? His breathing grew ragged, hitching before he started coughing, the force of each cough shaking his entire body. He was almost brought to his knees, but he used the tree to support himself, leaning his shoulder up against it.

Concluding it was the state his empire was in, he waited until he calmed down, the coughing slowly ceasing after a few long moments. Gulping, he took in another deep breath before straightening up, pushing himself off of the tree trunk. Icy blue eyes gazed around the path he was on, checking to make sure no one was around to see him in such a state. His hand instinctively rested on the hilt of his sword which was concealed under his tattered cape. Despite the new clothing the people who brought him here had given him, he had chosen to go on his outing in his uniform. It had been washed, removing the blood, dirt, and grass stains, but he hadn't been able to mend any of the slices and holes. Not only did he not have the supplies to do so, but you can't trust a boy to do a girl's job.

With one last shaky breath, the blond shook his head, bangs falling in front of his eyes. Now, where was the war that he had left behind? He should have brought the history textbook he had been given by the library woman...

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Hungary was taking a walk through the forest to clear her head, it had been a very busy few days since she got here and she was still getting used to the place - and still having no luck finding a way home. The forest, at least, could be anywhere, and for a short time she could pretend she was back at home away from all this. Even better, she could pretend she was back home all those years ago, when everything was much simpler and all she had to worry about was stupid Turkey, or Prussia being an ass - of course she had to worry about that now, since he'd gone and turned up in her house of all places, but it was easier then, back when she'd thought she was a boy.

It wasn't so much that she wanted to erase everything that had happened since, she'd had a lot of good history since then as well as bad, but sometimes it was nice to pretend that everything was just a little bit simpler and easier.

As she was just enjoying the solitude, the silence of the forest was broken by what sounded like coughing. Concerned that somebody might be in trouble, she headed for the source of the noise. The coughs died away before she reached whoever was doing it, but she kept looking just to be on the safe side. Finally, she spotted a small blonde figure on a nearby path, there was something...familiar about him.

"Hello? Are you ok?" she called out, moving out of the trees to get a better look at him. When she did, her eyes widened. Things were different here, but in that uniform, tattered as it was, there was no mistaking him. It had been, for her, over a hundred years since she'd last seen him, but it was definitely him.

"...Holy Rome?"

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He was standing up straight once more, one hand still pressed firmly against the tree trunk. It provided support for the boy, just in case he found himself weakening immensely. This new dimension provided such a strain on the child, weakening him much more than his government alone did. Being in this new world didn't make him a mortal, did it? He would hate for that to be the case. He would much rather fade into nothing and be up in the sky with his father, Germania, rather than be stuck to die a slow, painful death.

His muscles grew rigid as a voice called out to him. His instincts from the war kicked in as his grip on the hilt of his sword tightened. He spun around, unsheathing his sword and pointing it at the unknown person. The blade glinted in what little sunlight filtered in through the canopy above, reflecting on the surfaces that weren't still stained with the blood of countless French soldiers. His breath hitched, however, his muscles losing their tension as blue eyes widened. He knew this person. He... He...

"M-Miss Hungary?" He would have scolded himself for allowing his voice to come out as a mere whimper, for showing such weakness. But, how could he not? Before he knew it, he had allowed his sword to slip from his hand, landing on the soil below with a rather loud thump! He didn't care that the weapon, which had stayed by his side through most of his life, was now on the ground. No, he was too focused on the woman before him. "How..."

He didn't care to finish what he had started to say, instead giving into childish urges. The blond rushed forwards, wrapping his arms around the brunette, burying his face into the fabric of her clothes. It was at times like this that he hated his height, but he would just have to deal with it later. "M-Miss Hungary! I... Wh-what happened?"

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Hungary tensed when he rounded on her, sword in hand, she wasn't sure if he would recognise her, or if he'd even be glad to see her, it had been a long time since she last saw him and she had no idea if he'd changed. Had he been here all this time, or had he simply come from there straight here? Time didn't seem to matter so much to whatever was bringing them here.

Though Holy Rome had always been a child, he hadn't really acted like it most of the time, and she had spent rather a long time living in his house, so she was somewhat startled when he flung himself at her. She supposed it was the shock of seeing a friendly face, and she couldn't deny that she thought he was a sweet young boy (the whole saga between him and Italy had just been utterly adorable), he was obviously just as disoriented by this place as she was.

Giving in to her maternal instincts, she wrapped her arms around him, stroking a hand through his hair.

"I'm not sure, I was brought here just like everybody else... How long have you been here? You..." she trailed off, not sure how he would react to hearing how long he'd been gone "You've been missed." she amended.

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He was glad the woman didn't react poorly to his sudden display of weakness. He needed the comfort, he really did. Nine centuries had he been around, nine centuries had he kept up such a strong front while around others. Such an act of weakness was not tolerable, and, had his boss been there to see thing, he would have most likely been scolded. But, for now, he would allow the act to slide past him for the time being.

As soon as he regained his composure, the blond pushed away from the female nation. He wiped away the small droplets of tears that had begun to form in the corners of his eyes, turning in order to hide them from Miss Hungary. Clearing his throat, he listened intently to the woman while he bent down to pick up his discarded sword, blowing off the dirt before slipping the blade back into its sheath. Turning back towards the brunette, he allowed his usual stern gaze to place itself on his face.

Like everyone else? Did that mean there were other nations wandering about? Was Mister Austria here? Bruder? Italy? Oh, how he missed them all, despite how short of a time he had been in this land. "I've only been here about a week or so. The last thing I remember was France's blade to my throat before I ended up surrounded by stunned humans." Running his own fingers through his hair, the boy paused for a moment, staring at the ground. He had forgotten his hat. That must have been what he had felt was missing earlier!

With that conclusion in mind, the child focused once more on the nation before him. He was missed? A confused look flashed across his face, only causing his eyebrows to furrow and his gaze to narrow. He frowned. "Miss Hungary... How long have I been gone in our world?"

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It was fairly obvious to Hungary that Holy Rome was wiping away tears as he turned away, but she said nothing and allowed him a few moments to compose himself, pretending to be interested in a nearby tree. He'd always been such a serious child, it must have taken a lot for him to show even her a softer side, so she was kind enough to allow him some dignity (even if she thought he should show his vulnerability more often, it was adorable).

Turning back to him when he spoke again, she nodded slightly as he confirmed what she suspected. Time wherever you came from clearly didn't matter here, she had no idea what that would mean if and when they found a way back again, but it did mean that there was no guarantee anybody else coming through would be from the same time she was - some might even be from the future. The fact that she doesn't remember Holy Rome returning was a little worrying (although she'd always had her suspicions about certain blondes with a fondness for Italians), but there was no way of telling whether that meant anything or not, she'd never really dealt with time travel of any sort before.

The question made her wince slightly, even though she knew it was probably coming. He was a smart kid (for all that he could be dumb sometimes, but then even Austria hadn't known Italy was a boy either) and he was bound to figure it out sooner or later, but she'd been sort of hoping for later.
"For me... it was 1921... You've been gone for over a century..." she explained as gently as she could.

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1921?

His frown seemed to deepen at this new bit of information. He had been gone for a century. There was a century that he had missed, never to be able to witness. What ever happened to his boss? The war? What became of his--oh, wait... He already knew that much from the week he's been here. He needed a history textbook in order to get the rest of his answers. Why not just ask Hungary? Well, he didn't want to overwhelm her with questions.

Severin had unconsciously balled his hands into fists at his side, clenching them tightly as his nails dug into his skin. Realizing this, he quickly released his hold on nothing, rubbing his hands against his pants to get the feeling back into them. So many questions were rushing through his head. He didn't know where to start or what to ask. He might as well start off small.

"Are there any others here?" He asked, locking his gaze on the brunette before him. It seemed like a simple enough question. He hadn't seen anyone, minus Miss Hungary. Then again, he hadn't really been looking. He was more focused on adjusting to the new time period, technology, slang (which he still didn't understand), and just trying to cope with the different people wandering about. It was very time consuming.

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Hungary desperately wanted to hug him again, but she was aware that his previous contact was a rarity, and he probably wouldn't welcome anything he hadn't initiated himself. The important thing was to make him feel comfortable, this whole situation couldn't be easy for him and she didn't want to make it any more difficult.

The question made her smile, finally some good news! ...Well, sort of good news... ok so it wasn't really the best news when she couldn't quite recall how well Holy Rome had gotten along with his brother, and it could do more harm than good, but maybe it would make him feel less lonely? She just wished she could tell him Italy was here.

"There are! I think one of the nordics is here, though I haven't seen him yet, but I do know that your brother is here. The loser is sharing my house." she couldn't quite help using insults to talk about Prussia, even when he wasn't around to hear them. They were used with fondness... mostly.

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He shuffled his feet in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the woman's response despite the stoic look that was forever pasted to his face, a mask to the inner excitement. He quickly tensed, however, remembering that he shouldn't give into such childish antics. His shuffling ceased as he stood straight, narrowed eyes staring at the brunette. At least his question made her smile. That was good, right?

His eyes widened even the slightest bit at the information. He had known one of the Nordics were here--well, sort of. One of the students said something about a Tino, and he kind of just assumed--but his brother? Prussia and Hungary were here! Oh, the heavens were smiling down upon him. At least he wasn't thrust into this strange world alone. He had tolerable people who he actually knew to hang around with.

"Bruder is here?" He couldn't help but ask despite what she had said, almost as if to make sure it was true. The thought of Miss Hungary and his brother living together was almost laughable. He wasn't even going to ask about Little Italy or Mister Austria. She would have told him if they were. But, at least Prussia was here in his annoying glory. Said with love, of course.

"You must take me to him."

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"He is," she confirmed with a bright smile, glad to have given him some good news, particularly when his presence was such good news to her. The very last thing she wanted was to be stuck here, but his disappearance had always been such a loose end, and though he was grumpy and stoic and determined to be grown up, she couldn't help but have missed him - she knew Italy had missed him a lot as well - and it was just nice to see him again.

"He'll probably be back at the house, or if he's not there right now he'll turn up soon enough, we can have a drink while we wait, come on," without thinking, she held out her hand to him. It didn't matter that she knew he was almost as old as she was, or that he so often didn't act his physical age, there was still a part of her brain that saw a young boy and just wanted to mother him.