Night. He'd been moved all of a sudden for dinner and that had left Japan feeling uneasy the entire shift. He'd eaten quickly and then hidden in his bed until the intercom came on and even after that he'd stayed hidden. He wasn't sure when but he'd fallen asleep and it wasn't until after his new (and so far unknown) roommate was gone that he woke up. He really was getting old, he realized with some consternation.
Once he managed to get out of bed, Japan realized he'd never gotten back to Russia about his plans. Hopefully the monster nation had forgotten, or would never, ever find him. Ever. And as long as he stayed away from wherever patient possessions were being held, he was safe in thinking he wouldn't run into the old world superpower anytime soon. Which meant he had one option, conveniently brought to his attention at dinner.
They had rice. And fish. And a kitchen. He could make a proper meal, hide it in his room and then have a proper breakfast for the first time since coming here. Maybe it was cheating the system a little, but a Japanese man having no fish in the morning? It was like an American going their entire lives without touching a burger. Things like that just didn't happen.
So with his intentions set for the evening, Japan gathered up his flashlight and headed out the door. He really had no idea where exactly he was going, but he figured the kitchen had to be near the cafeteria, right? He went there twice a day, so finding it wouldn't be hard.
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Once he managed to get out of bed, Japan realized he'd never gotten back to Russia about his plans. Hopefully the monster nation had forgotten, or would never, ever find him. Ever. And as long as he stayed away from wherever patient possessions were being held, he was safe in thinking he wouldn't run into the old world superpower anytime soon. Which meant he had one option, conveniently brought to his attention at dinner.
They had rice. And fish. And a kitchen. He could make a proper meal, hide it in his room and then have a proper breakfast for the first time since coming here. Maybe it was cheating the system a little, but a Japanese man having no fish in the morning? It was like an American going their entire lives without touching a burger. Things like that just didn't happen.
So with his intentions set for the evening, Japan gathered up his flashlight and headed out the door. He really had no idea where exactly he was going, but he figured the kitchen had to be near the cafeteria, right? He went there twice a day, so finding it wouldn't be hard.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/988852.html?thread=73651124#t73651124)]