"Mr. Honda? Will you put the game down for a moment?"
"...Mr. Honda. Put the game down."
Japan wasn't used to hearing his other name and so it took a good long time for him to realize the woman (different from earlier and definitely not moe) was talking to him. She was much older, gray hair pulled back into a bun, with a severe look on her face. Apparently she was upset that he'd spent the entire shift engrossed with the DS, ignoring everyone else around him. It wasn't like it was his fault though! Games were what he did and even if the games here were old and mostly puzzle based, they were a good way for him to keep his old mind sharp. They took the game system away though and told him he should go be social "for his own health."
He really didn't know why they said that to him, especially considering he lived well enough for over 200 years secluded in his room alone, but since his people had yet to come and pick him up, he supposed humoring them for a little while longer wouldn't be so bad. Patience had always been one of Japan's greatest virtues. Or...something like that.
Led into the Sun Room, Japan paused when he heard a movie playing and peeked at the screen. Black and white, old, with...a giant monkey? The room was dark now and he had a hard time seeing who was who in here, but he supposed they were more of the staff or other patients and nations or something. It was still disturbing that he couldn't feel his nation, but maybe...it was merely a cold? Or perhaps a dream. A dream would definitely account for how old those games had been. Maybe it was a nightmare. Augh, how he'd hate to be stuck in a nightmare with only old games to play until he woke up.
Moving toward the back, Japan shuffled along, trying not to get in the way of the movie projector when he noticed something quite strange. One of the patrons in the theatre was none other than the Hitokiri Battousai, Himura Kenshin. The manga and anime had been quite popular as Japan remembered and even now was one of the more recognizable of anime centered around a most tumultuous time in Japan's history. Tilting his head, the nation moved closer and peered at the man as he sat, seemingly lost in thought. Well, he looked real enough. And he seemed to be in three dimensions instead of two.
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"Mr. Honda? Will you put the game down for a moment?"
"...Mr. Honda. Put the game down."
Japan wasn't used to hearing his other name and so it took a good long time for him to realize the woman (different from earlier and definitely not moe) was talking to him. She was much older, gray hair pulled back into a bun, with a severe look on her face. Apparently she was upset that he'd spent the entire shift engrossed with the DS, ignoring everyone else around him. It wasn't like it was his fault though! Games were what he did and even if the games here were old and mostly puzzle based, they were a good way for him to keep his old mind sharp. They took the game system away though and told him he should go be social "for his own health."
He really didn't know why they said that to him, especially considering he lived well enough for over 200 years secluded in his room alone, but since his people had yet to come and pick him up, he supposed humoring them for a little while longer wouldn't be so bad. Patience had always been one of Japan's greatest virtues. Or...something like that.
Led into the Sun Room, Japan paused when he heard a movie playing and peeked at the screen. Black and white, old, with...a giant monkey? The room was dark now and he had a hard time seeing who was who in here, but he supposed they were more of the staff or other patients and nations or something. It was still disturbing that he couldn't feel his nation, but maybe...it was merely a cold? Or perhaps a dream. A dream would definitely account for how old those games had been. Maybe it was a nightmare. Augh, how he'd hate to be stuck in a nightmare with only old games to play until he woke up.
Moving toward the back, Japan shuffled along, trying not to get in the way of the movie projector when he noticed something quite strange. One of the patrons in the theatre was none other than the Hitokiri Battousai, Himura Kenshin. The manga and anime had been quite popular as Japan remembered and even now was one of the more recognizable of anime centered around a most tumultuous time in Japan's history. Tilting his head, the nation moved closer and peered at the man as he sat, seemingly lost in thought. Well, he looked real enough. And he seemed to be in three dimensions instead of two.
That clinched it. This had to be a dream.