[Japan is never one to panic easily, and he looks fairly calm as he gets off the train. His kimono swung a bit about him as he walks up to the signs posted around the supplies left out for newcomers, and he reads what each sign has to say. A low hum came from him as he kneels down and starts taking up supplies to put in one of the small bags provided.]
How strange…
[Once he has filled up the bag, he takes a seat to watch the train depart. Something hard and made of metal rests against his hip and he pulls out a pocket watch from an inner fold of his kimono. The controls are not hard to figure out, and he clears his throat quietly before speaking to the video feed he started.]
I do not wish to impose, but could someone please tell me where I am exactly? I woke up on the train, and seem to be without many of my things. If any allies of mine are here in the city, contact me as soon as you are able, especially Gilbert. For now, I’ll wait here at the train station.
Third Person:
“Gilbert?” Japan was dressed in the closest approximation of his cleaning clothes and seemed determined to start work on making the house presentable. It was no substitute for the woman’s kimono he usually wore, and certainly not made from materials he would prefer, but it would do for now. “I am about to begin work on tidying up the house. If there is anything you do not wish for me to see, you should hide it now.”
Smiling just the slightest bit, he carried his improvised duster into the kitchen, and began mercilessly removing dust from floor to ceiling. It filled the air with small particles, and he almost sneezed by the time he made it to the stove. Afterwards, he’d get a bucket of water and scrub the floor down (how could such a well-kept home have so many scuff marks?) and bring it to a real shine.
As he worked, and he muttered it under his breath as he rounded back to the kitchen door. “Uso tsuite bakka nekokaburi…” The almost marching-band like tempo of the song was matched by how he pelted the chairs with the duster and soon, the kitchen was relatively clear of the sneeze-inducing dust
[CANON] Japan aka Kiku Honda l l Axis Powers Hetalia l l No Reserve l l 3 of 3
[Japan is never one to panic easily, and he looks fairly calm as he gets off the train. His kimono swung a bit about him as he walks up to the signs posted around the supplies left out for newcomers, and he reads what each sign has to say. A low hum came from him as he kneels down and starts taking up supplies to put in one of the small bags provided.]
How strange…
[Once he has filled up the bag, he takes a seat to watch the train depart. Something hard and made of metal rests against his hip and he pulls out a pocket watch from an inner fold of his kimono. The controls are not hard to figure out, and he clears his throat quietly before speaking to the video feed he started.]
I do not wish to impose, but could someone please tell me where I am exactly? I woke up on the train, and seem to be without many of my things. If any allies of mine are here in the city, contact me as soon as you are able, especially Gilbert. For now, I’ll wait here at the train station.
Third Person:
“Gilbert?” Japan was dressed in the closest approximation of his cleaning clothes and seemed determined to start work on making the house presentable. It was no substitute for the woman’s kimono he usually wore, and certainly not made from materials he would prefer, but it would do for now. “I am about to begin work on tidying up the house. If there is anything you do not wish for me to see, you should hide it now.”
Smiling just the slightest bit, he carried his improvised duster into the kitchen, and began mercilessly removing dust from floor to ceiling. It filled the air with small particles, and he almost sneezed by the time he made it to the stove. Afterwards, he’d get a bucket of water and scrub the floor down (how could such a well-kept home have so many scuff marks?) and bring it to a real shine.
As he worked, and he muttered it under his breath as he rounded back to the kitchen door. “Uso tsuite bakka nekokaburi…” The almost marching-band like tempo of the song was matched by how he pelted the chairs with the duster and soon, the kitchen was relatively clear of the sneeze-inducing dust