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Niran.. ...I don't like it. It's too long. -he firmly nods, before raising his head slightly in a superior manner.-

Erich. The Reichkommisariat Ostland. An older, German place! You wouldn't understand.

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Oh my, new people, after all this time? 

Greetings, young child. 

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-he looks inquisitively up at the new man, confused and apprehensive.-

. . . hallo. Who are you?

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Oh my, new people, after all this time? 

Greetings, young child. 

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Alive, before you ask! Alive and okay!... But how is life for you?

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A blast from the past…? 

Benvenuto…!

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Es tut mir leid. . . It's not a.. It's umn... But it's a pre..prementive accusation... Don't they steal a lot of cars, though? But I am sorry...

...And I'll try to be! If you think that's the best. It's just hard when they're being dumb.

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But… They’re not being reasonable or mature! And with all the Poles around, I’ll never own a car because they’ll steal them all… 

[he smiles though, for a quick moment, before returning to a stoic face.]

I’m glad to see you though!

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I - what? Sort of? I don't know...

Hello, Italien, how are you?

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A blast from the past…? 

Benvenuto…!

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Why are you so surprised then? Stop it! ..And you should stop using that language, too. [nods firmly]

You heard that right

You’re

Kidding

me

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But... They're not being reasonable or mature! And with all the Poles around, I'll never own a car because they'll steal them all. . . 

[he smiles though, for a quick moment, before returning to a stoic face.]

I'm glad to see you though!

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Deutschland! Deutschland! Deutschland!

[he runs right up to the man, disregarding that they probably haven’t met in ages - and that he’s probably an unwelcome memory.]

A Pole is being rude to me!

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Deutschland! Deutschland! Deutschland!

[he runs right up to the man, disregarding that they probably haven't met in ages - and that he's probably an unwelcome memory.]

A Pole is being rude to me!

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When I see Germany. Yeah? I'm not! And I'm not afraid of you!

Why? I’m not! [he huffs again, before settling down… a little.] I’m good and not dead. How are you? Not dead too, right?

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[the child curiously peers at the Icelandic teen, before furrowing his brow]

I don't... recognize you. Who are you? Why's your hair white?

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Mostly? How are you mostly English? What else are you? That stuff is important, you know!

Yeah, 'cause it's my name, though it's still German! And it'd be easier if you spoke German - you should start, it's the best language!

...Huh? [he cocks his head at the suggestion though, before blinking] P..ete? Pete? Does that work?

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See, I could tell you weren’t German!

[his face sours a bit, before letting out a short laugh]

Arthur! Huh… We had a lot of good forts, but none of them are people.

…[he laughs again at the German attempt, before playing it off with a shrug] Ostland - or Erich.

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Pretending to be human! [says it like it's the most obvious answer in the world] Going to school, living with different families, that kind of stuff, what else would I be doing?

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Great - and totally not dead! And don’t start being rude and saying you thought I was dead too, because I don’t want to hear it!

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What. What. W h a t.Tak? What's a tack? You should speak English - or better yet, German!

Why? I’m not! [he huffs again, before settling down… a little.] I’m good and not dead. How are you? Not dead too, right?

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The fourties! See, I'm actually super old now - but I don't grow anymore..

[he brushes it off before shrugging, giving a tentative smile as well]

Nope! You must be very far away! I was up near Germany in East Europe - that's why my name is Ostland, because it means east. [he nods, sagely almost, still staring at her.]

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Bonzour, little man　.

I’m afraid we mightn’t ‘ave met, disik. And what is ya’ name?

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Why? I'm not! [he huffs again, before settling down... a little.] I'm good and not dead. How are you? Not dead too, right?

…That’s rude! I haven’t seen a Polish person for years and the first one says they think I’m dead! [he sighs, exaggerating his exasperation] And it’s a city, at that, you know, I had more cities than you’ll ever amount to!

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...Wait, wha... ...[the child's eyes light up, a mixture of curiosity and confusion. The other does bare a strong resemblance to someone he knows, but there's... a slight issue.]

Wait, what happened to your legs!?

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I was just going to say you don't look too familiar...

But my name is Erich! Ostland! It doesn't exist anymore but... who are you?

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Bonzour, little man　.

I’m afraid we mightn’t ‘ave met, disik. And what is ya’ name?