Wait... That's it? People just disappear when they go home?

I assume so. They're no longer here. They're just... gone. Just like that.

Out of nowhere in, and out of nowhere out huh? This sucks...

Pretty much. Sometimes they come back, but other times... well, they're just gone.

Great...

[She's still working out how to use this, but the news itself had to be addressed. And this voice, it was familiar.]

Brother did? I suppose that is a good thing, even though I never got a chance to talk to him.

[ALTHOUGH THAT'S ALSO A RELIEF TOO, IMAGINE HAVING TO DEAL WITH HIM.]

[Her voice was a bit startling to him as he didn't realise she was around. How embarrassing.]

Y- yes. It would seem that he did. A shame, really. But I guess it's better that he's back home.

[It's alright Canada, it'll be like a surprise. Once she works it out that it is him.]

At least he managed to, from what I've heard about this place, he'll be safe back home.

Goodness, this audio function it making it hard for me to recognise your voice, but I have heard it somewhere. May I ask who you are?

[So long as she doesn't mistake him for America, he'll be happy. Unfortunately, seeing that America's around, too, it's probably easy to do...]

It's not too bad around here. Usually. It does, well, it does have it's moments though.

[He sighed softly. Well, at least she asked who he was instead of guessing.] I'm Canada.

Korea?

[ Oh no! ]

No that isn't true is it?

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[Sighing softly, he still nodded, despite her not being able to see it.]

Unfortunately I believe so. I no longer see his name on the contacts and, well, he's not one to be gone from the apartment for this long without good reason.

I see..

[ If he listened closely, he could hear traces of tears. ]

I-I just hope we returned home safe and sound..

[He couldn't help but feel bad.]

...I'm sure he did. At least, that's what my experience was. One just... returned back from the same point they left and it was like nothing at all had happened.

...are you okay?

[WELL. Austria didn't care too much about this, but Canada said he was rooming with him, didn't he?]

My condolences.

[Well, he did have to admit that the apartment was quieter and all, but still.]

I'm sure he's better off back home.

[Much quieter, Austria's sure. From what he knew of Korea, that nation was never quiet. Ever.]

Yes, I'm sure, as well. Not to mention I'm sure it frees up some of your time, does it not? [since there are less America-like people wandering around...]

[This is true. He's not sure he'll be able to handle the quiet at first. It's almost foreign to him.]

It does allow me to have more free time, but I tend to have a bit more of that than I know what to do with as-is.

Korea's gone? Really?

Unfortunately yes. Pros: We're no longer Korean. Cons: Suddenly it's a bit too quiet.

I'm not Korean anyway, so fuck that bullshit. But it's all pros, here. Stupid pain in the nook kept hitting on me and calling me "soon dairy", whatever the hell that means. I don't know how many times I told him I don't have tits. Even if I did, I still wouldn't let him touch them.

That was more of a 'tongue-in-cheek' remark than me being serious. [He doesn't blame him for not getting that it was a joke since his sense of humour is someting a bit off and fail-tastic.] He's... a bit difficult to handle and he did tend to come on a bit strong.

Though, I'm not even sure what he meant by "soon dairy".

[Minus one... he wasn't sure what that meant, but since this speaker had to have been that man there was little chance for it to be a good message. He wasn't very close to Korea, so he couldn't say for sure, but Spain had disappeared whether because he was never here to begin with or because he was taken away by this guy. Minus one...

Romano considered responding to the message, went over a few choices phrases he could say to him. Nothing seemed appropriate. His hands trembled as he switched on the voice feature. He hoped his voice didn't reflect the anxiety he felt.]

How many more "went home"? [which must be a codeword for something else] And how many are left, damn it?

[His word choices could clearly have been better, but it still reflected how he felt about the whole thing. Usually people came and went without him caring too much but sometimes it still hit close.]

It's a bit of an inaccurate account as sometimes people leave then come back. I've heard that Spain had been around but I never spoke with him and haven't seen his name on the communicator's list in a while, either. So That's two recently that I can think of. [He shrugged just a tiny bit, though it obviously wasn't seen. Really, he only kept track of people who he considered to be friends as otherwise it was quite a task.] There's still plenty of people around still, though.

[Hearing Spain's name mentioned by this guy puts him a little more on edge. He didn't expect Canada to guess who he was so quickly - then again, he wouldn't have put it past anyone involved in the war.]

I don't care about the other people. That bastard was here. I saw him. [Call him crazy, but he's positive he saw Spain for that brief moment.] Answer me this: how do we leave? It sounds like it's easy for anyone to move about as they please, but all the same there isn't an exit just waiting either. Damn it...

[It was just sheer luck that Spain had came and went recently more than him actually really knowing who he was speaking to. On the other hand, he was absoutely sure who it was he was speaking to now.]

There is no obvious exit to find. One's welcome to look if they want, but if it helps, some people have been here for over a year without finding a way out.