Uno: When in Doubt Blame America

[commie_island]

[He wakes up and blinks slowly. This isn’t his house. He can tell just from laying there. This place is too....he looks around and after a bit of searching finds the phone. Have an incredibly angry Cuban yelling at you Mayfield, thick accent included]

America!

What do you think you’re pulling, kidnapping me like this?

If this is another one of your stupid schemes to kill my boss, I swear....

[There's a pause as he sighes and looks around.]

Shit. Your house is worse than I thought.

Comments

[mr-blandy-bland.livejournal.com]

This really isn't America's fault, Mr. Cuba.

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[commie-island.livejournal.com]

America! What the Hell are you talking-

2/3

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

[Wait...he said America...]

3/3

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

.......



Mattie?

[mr-blandy-bland.livejournal.com]

Ah...when did you get here?

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

I just woke up here.

Mattie. Where is here? It sure looks like America's house.

[mr-blandy-bland.livejournal.com]

I-it usually happens like that.

This is Mayfield. And it is in America's house, but he has no control over it.

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

So this is America's house.

[Sorry, it's blame America time]

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

I already took care of your boss.

[THUMBS UP]

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

[Staring at small girl. Who are you]

You what....

Who are you?

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

Marisa Kirisame, witch of love!

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

[Clearly this is a dream...a horrible horrible dream]

A witch.

[He rubs his forehead in frustration]

Do you know how I got here?

[lasersallover.livejournal.com]

I magicked you here. It was a pretty simple spell.

[riflerosti.livejournal.com]

Cuba?

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

Switzerland?

[There's a sigh.]

Do you know where the hell I am?

[riflerosti.livejournal.com]

[deep breath.]

You're in Mayfield, a 1950's town in what appears to be America's house, but isn't. So refrain from flying off the handle with him just yet.

We're brought here for reasons nobody has figured out so far and placed in fake families.

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

[Refrain...too late for that..However he lets a deep breath out and tries to.]

Hijo de puta

Fake families...is that why there's an insane little girl in the house?

[riflerosti.livejournal.com]

Correct. You're expected to play the father in your household.

Fake families are the least of the twisted shit this place likes to pull though. Starvation, flu epidemics, trapping half of us in the neighbouring town and then attempting to gas us... All of that.

[wafels.livejournal.com]

Huh?

Cuba, is that... you?

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

[He's a little more calm now that things have been explained to him]

Belgium, you are here as well?

[wafels.livejournal.com]

Y-yeah. There's a bunch of us here, not just me.

Did you get filled in on what sorta place this is?

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

[He sighs]

Switerland and Mattie filled me in on a lot of it. Town is evil, we can't leave. Brainwashing and fake familes.

Anything else I should know?

[wafels.livejournal.com]

That's... pretty much it, actually. Uh... oh! There are countries here that aren't us! It's really weird at first, but you get used to it.

In fact, the whole "different worlds" thing is pretty weird, too.

[hartmanhips.livejournal.com]

[hears the accent and cocks her head to the side. Mexican? No. But definitely some sort of Spanish or Portuguese accent. And the panic is par for the course. She's heard a lot of it.]

Calm down, I'll try and tell you everything, darling! [there's a moments pause before she gives in to the urge to ask anyways.] Você fala Português?

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

Um pouco.

My siblings people speak it more then mine. My people speak Spanish.

[His relatives being the rest of latin America]