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[balaton]

[It's a beautiful day at 456 Stone Street. Birds are chirping, puppies are yapping, and one brunette nation is sticking closely to the window, phone piece firmly held in one hand.]

I've been relocated. Again. While this looks like a more cheerful occupation and this is the happier I've seen the Eastern Bloc be in a while, I'd really appreciate the prior notice.

Although it's been a while since I've worn a dress.

[[OOC: She's taken from right after the Hungarian Revolution, so she may be just a little bit unsettled.]

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[muskatli.livejournal.com]

Being away from your loved ones is the cruelest thi--

[noticing for the first time]

...

...What happened to your hand

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

[Hughes smiles sympathetically.]

Unfortunately, Mayfield is a very dangerous place; things like this certainly aren't shocking anymore... A few weeks prior, we were in a communist-run town, and I lost my hand as a punishment.

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[presses her hand to her forehead]

A communist-run... I should have expected that. What a cruel joke.

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

I'm just glad you weren't there to experience it, ma'am. It wasn't fun, let me tell you.

[He laughed weakly--it's true, the experience left him completely fatigued. It felt like when he'd returned from Ishbal; he lost a little weight, slept a little less...

Communism sucks.]

[muskatli.livejournal.com]

[She just had to deal with the aftermath of a disastrous revolution, so she sympathizes, a bit.]

I think breakfast would do both of us a world of good, right? Maybe a cup of coffee to settle you in. We may not be a real family, but there's no reason for us not to be friends.

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, of course~! I would love to have some breakfast you with, Miss Hungary. My drone wife has been trying to feed me pancakes every morning for months now.