Diez

[commie_island]

 [Someone needs to stop and look where he's going because Cuba managed to get in the way of that gun and now is rather younger. You can find him in

a. Looking around the town for Spain/the ocean. He'd rather the later.

b. Poking a car's tire.

c. Crawling through some bushes.

All replies will be from screwucolombus ]

Comments

C

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

[DRAGGING YOU OUT]

Re: C

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

[Fighting]

Hey let me go!

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

No way! I get to be the mom now so you have to do what I say.

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

Who are you?

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

Your new mom.

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

You're not my mom. I don't have a mom.

B!

[bard-of-orlais.livejournal.com]

[While Leliana can understand his confusion over the wheels on these 'car' conraptions, she's much more concerned over Cuba's sudden age shift.]

Cuba? Oh Maker, what's happened to you?



((ooc: This is mostly a placeholder; I'm out of town and don't have regular access until Tuesday night. ^^() ))

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

[Whirls around.]

Who are you?

[ooc: sounds good]

[bard-of-orlais.livejournal.com]

It's me, Leliana.

But you're little and don't remember me, it seems.

((Thanks for understanding! :) ))

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

....I don't know you.

Are you one of tha...Mr. Spain's people?

[Because you look weird]

[bard-of-orlais.livejournal.com]

[Ooooh, so he's from back when Spain ruled him, it seems.]

No, I'm not. I'm from a different country altogether. I'm just visiting for now.

[She gives him a warm smile.]

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

Oh.

...um, where am I?

Mr. Spain isn't going to be happy if I'm gone for too long.

[bard-of-orlais.livejournal.com]

Right now you're in a town called Mayfield. In America. We'll be here awhile, so it's probably for the best that you get comfortable.

Don't worry about Mr. Spain right now. I can explain things to him so that you don't get into trouble. [Which is a total lie, of course. But it's a lie to placate a child.]

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

.....is that the place above me?

Awhile? But I got a lot of chores to...

[Wait, if he's here then he can't do his chores and Mr. Spain's people can't yell at him....awesome]

Okay. Is there an ocean here?

[bard-of-orlais.livejournal.com]

[She nods.] That's right.

I'm afraid there's no ocean here that I know of. There might be a lake in the park?

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

.....

No ocean at all?

[You are talking to an island. He really likes the ocean]

[bard-of-orlais.livejournal.com]

None at all. I'm sorry.

[She wouldn't even know where to tell him to look for it, to be honest. America's a huge country and they could be right in the center, for all she knows.]

We'll have to complain to the people in charge and see if they can't fix that somehow.

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

....oh.

Really? ....so Mr. Spain isn't in charge here?

There is no excuse for how long this took. I am so, so sorry. :(

[bard-of-orlais.livejournal.com]

No, he isn't. I don't think he was ever in charge of America.

[Although she's not completely sure. She'll have to ask him when he's big again.]

/hugs

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

Good. He's a jerk.

My name's Cuba, who're you?

Thanks for understanding <3

[bard-of-orlais.livejournal.com]

[Leliana chuckles a little. Yeah, this is bitty!Cuba all right.] I'll keep that in mind.

My name is Leliana. It is nice to meet you.

[Again.]

a

[suiones.livejournal.com]

[Staring at. Still dripping wet and naked as the day he was born, a bundle of clothes unde rone arm and a big fish under the other.]

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

Hey where did you get that? Is the ocean nearby?

[Being landlocked is no fun for an island nation]

[suiones.livejournal.com]

[No fun for a nation that relies on ships for everything, either.]

N't 'ven a r'ver. Onl'y sm'll lakes.

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

....what?

But...where are we?

[suiones.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs. Also, staring at you. Your skin has a really strange color.



Maybe this boy is just really, really dirty and all of that is mud? .....Reaches out to touch.]

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

Hey! What're you doing!

[suiones.livejournal.com]

Who 're y'?

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

I'm Cuba. Who're you?

[suiones.livejournal.com]

Swedes.

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

Where are you from?

[suiones.livejournal.com]

Th' North. Papa Germania's pl'ce.

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

....Who's that? Does he know Spain?

[suiones.livejournal.com]

Who 's Spain? [The name sounds vaguely familiar...] Friends w'th Rome?

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

He's the jerk that came and took over my house. He's really mean.

I dunno.

[suiones.livejournal.com]

Then he musht be friends with Rome.

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

Why? Is he a jerk too?

[suiones.livejournal.com]

But papa ish stronger than h'm.

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

Is he?

[suiones.livejournal.com]

K'cked h'm back home.

B

[antomatonio.livejournal.com]

[Antonio was walking down the street when he sees a cute little boy poking at a car tire. Aww, how cute. He sort of looks familiar, though Antonio doesn't give it much thought. Instead he goes to see what this adorable little kid is up to, so, with a smile on his face, Antonio approaches the boy and kneels beside him.]

Hey there~!
What're you doing?

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

....

Mr. Spain?

[antomatonio.livejournal.com]

["Mr. Spain"? B'AWWWWW~!! How cute!! This kid really really looks familiar... But no one's called him "Mr. Spain" in so long, either! So cuuute~!!!! Needless to say, Spain's got a goofy grin on his face.]

Hmm~?
That's me~!
Can I help you with something?
Are you lost?

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

[Kicks you in the shins. Does this remind you yet?]

Where are we, you idiot! And where's my ocean? You better not have taken me to your house again!

I'm so sorry I take so long to reply...

[antomatonio.livejournal.com]

[Ow! That hurt! Why don't children like me? Oh wait... Maybe... Ohhhh... I think I know who you are... That might explain it. But... Why are you so small...? Didn't all of my colonies grow up into nations already?]

Eh? ...This isn't my house... Vietnam said that we're in Mayfield.
You know, you really shouldn't kick people. It's not very nice and not cute in the slightest.

[screwucolombus.livejournal.com]

Then where are we?

[Sticks his tongue out.]

I don't care.