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Who; England & You (don't forget to tag in!)
What; Meet & greet
Where; Somewhere along the streets
When; Last week of July some time?
Warnings; None, will change if needed.

Green eyes shifted left to right beneath a top hat as he made his way down the street dressed in a more common fashion. Days ago, England had stood back and blinked as he'd left the fountain and had listened to the townspeople as he tried to figure out where he needed to go after that rascal gnome had taken off. It had been much like chasing that little noisy child that had followed the Tengu and his companion to the mountain that night so many years ago at Japan's house back in 1902.

Try as he might, Arthur had been unable to catch him and was at least relieved to find out Her Majesty Queen Victoria was not here as he'd first thought (and had briefly panicked over) considering the time frame he'd heard it was. It was like doing a time warp with the way some of the people were dressed. So even if he wasn't truly home there were parts that felt as if he were or at least looked the part.

For now though, he walked down the street, still looking at the tell phone that to him was outdated technology. And as he did, England did realize that things were a bit quieter here than busy modern day noise of busses, cars and trains. He was rather surprised there weren't any horses here though.

But as his eyes continued to try and remember how to work this archaic phone, he bumped into another person. At first Arthur didn't realize that his hat bad came tumbling off of his head. But then he blinked and turned to look at the person he'd collided with.

"I'm terribly sorry. Are you alright?"

If this had been a fellow nation, they would've received a much different question.

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"Not too often, but often enough for us to be familiar with how perplexing the arrival and situation can be." Familiar and understanding. At least they tried to be understanding. Mitsuru was often a bit colder than she intended to be, but that came with the title of ice empress.

"From what I understand we are not chosen specifically. It happens at random due to some mistake by the entities that created this place." How true that was, she was uncertain. "The why seems to be to help them rebuild their world. Though...to be quite honest I'm not certain what they expect of us there."

England sighed and folded his arms over his chest. This was just what he needed. And of course he didn't get to catch the little bugger that had left the satchel and who'd run off with a speed such as he'd never seen. He highly doubted flying mint bunny could've kept up which was saying a lot.

This new information however had him turn back to his companion, with so many more questions running through his mind. With him, the aspects had been practically useless in answering his questions about when he could go back home. He didn't need Her Majesty to get bent out of shape or worse during his absence.

There was a half laugh at the rebuilding comment. "That was about all I gathered from them. Live and help rebuild the world they told me." Then he snorted slightly as he recalled it. "What a useless bit of rubbish that was."

"I'm afraid I can't disagree." Though, it did seem a tiny bit harsh to put it as 'useless bit of rubbish.' Still, it wasn't untrue. It seemed like a useless explanation that gave them no idea about...well, anything.

"It's rather frustrating. If we had a tangible goal we could do what was required and then return to our homes. However..." she shook her head. "Instead we seem to be at the whims of whatever brought us here."

England let out something akin to a 'hmph' and was pretty displeased. However, he wanted to try and rein in his thoughts because this was a stranger and he had no wish to be seen as having her think in any way that he was perhaps cross with her so much as he was with the entire situation.

And the locals had simply smiled at him and told him not to worry even after he casually asked around with an attempt to gather intel.

So he shook his head and sighed. "I suppose that means we'll have to simply find something to do in the meantime until we're free to go."

Which didn't sit well with Arthur at all. And he mentally made plans to try and find out how long this place had been around. Which meant hitting the Historium and he had heard of the Mage tower.

"That is what most people try to do. Though, everyone finds different things. Some have gotten local jobs while others have started their own businesses. Most do rather mundane things. It is a bit strange how well people seem to have adapted to just existing in this place."

Honestly? She found it a bit weird that everyone just seemed to accept the way things were. Rather than trying to find a way home or a way to solve the problems here, they just started lives and seemed to really enjoy them.

"They gain employment?" England asked, trying to figure that one out as he folded his arms over his chest as he pondered this mystery. Well humans were adaptable and overcame things, such as was their nature. "I do hope that doesn't mean they forget about people who need them back home."

Well wouldn't that be something.

"And that doesn't even begin to answer if people back home are noticing they're gone." Because what if someone was brought here in the middle of a war? Or they were going somewhere important. "Do we even know to how to find out how time works while we're here?."

Maybe these were questions for the Aspects though he highly doubted they'd hold more answers than they gave already, which wasn't much at all.

"Indeed. There are several people here that work for natives here. I believe there are others that employee people themselves due to the success of their respective businesses." She frowned slightly. "I would hope not as well. However, I am afraid it would be something you would have to ask them." Because she....really didn't talk to other people much. Mitsuru was not...excellent with people to say the least.

"Other than trusting the word of those who return? I'm afraid not." And it was really up to him if he wanted to put so much faith in the words of others.

"You mean displaced people work for the local townsfolk?" England asked, almost clearly baffled. How did that even happen? But then he heard the part about being self employed. There were a lot of things he could do, even if the idea of staying here and not going home for a while was unsettling. Not that he'd miss anyone in Europe, and was the 'Black Sheep' as France termed him.

His brows furrowed as he tried to figure this puzzle out. The answer he received was even more puzzling but he tried to grasp it. "So there are those here that have gone home and come back?"

Did they know how to go home at will perhaps?

"From what I have heard, that is correct." She hadn't precisely looked for work herself, which she probably should rectify if she really was stuck here. Others had indicated they worked for people here though. "I believe at least one person has taken on an apprenticeship to learn form one." Which seemed a bit odd but could she really discount the possibility of learning from the people here? Not fully.

She nodded. "Yes. They leave without so much of a warning and then never return. I know some have had very good friends up and vanish."

"An apprenticeship?" His mind raced with trying to figure out how that would even work. Would the person retain the knowledge if they left? But then what would happen to the other person's business? They'd definitely have to retrain someone to replace the person that was from another world. And if that was the case, that was just wasting both of their time wasn't it?

England felt like his head was spinning with all of this information.

"No warning and just up and leaving. But wait, you said that none of them have returned?"

"Yes, with the blacksmith I believe? I am afraid I lack the details of it." But she did listen here and there. It seemed quite odd to her as well, but perhaps that was simply how some decided to spend their time here. It seemed like it might not have been a horrid idea, at least it gave something positive for someone to focus on.

"One or two have returned. The majority have not though. To my knowledge."

He blinked a time or two just to make sure the information was settling in his brain correctly. Well if that was true, Arthur made sure to make a mental note to drop by there and see what was going on. Way back when back home, an apprenticeship with a blacksmith was a hard job, but one that produced beautiful weaponry.

And that made him wonder how often weapons would be needed here if there was a active blacksmith.

At hearing the news about most not returning, the blonde head shook. "Back home might be a better place than being here, and attempting to complete an unspecified task."

"For some it depends on what they are going back to. There is at least one here who would be going back to something worse than this place." She was certain there had to be others as well. "I suppose for some this place can be seen as a second chance to live a life they were unable to."

Her point was taken, and he thought a moment. He had simply assumed people wanted to go back to what was familiar. But then as England thought about it, he had heard stories of such things during war campaigns, that there was nothing for the people to go back to.

"Hmm. It seems I've heard that story before, now that I come to think on it."

He let out a sigh. "In that case, they would be far better off here."

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