This place...we're inside what seems to be a museum. There's a large table with chairs, maybe it's a meeting room? The doors are glass, and they line the wall facing outside. In the center of the wall is a stand, with an exhibition for France and Canada. Life-sized cardboard cutouts of the Hetalia France and Canada are also there. I creep around, and make my way to the cutouts. I slice at the France cutout with my knife, making sure it's ready for action. France, an actual flesh-and-blood human, peers at me through the boards, then beckons me to come closer.
"Don't worry, my dear. Soon we will escape. Just stick to the plan."
He turns with a fluid motion as I called him back. I don't want him to leave so soon, something's going to happen! Unfortunately, a snap to my neck takes me out of consciousness.
When I come to, men are filling into the room, their attire from the 1800's. I run out of the exhibition, and out of the left-most glass door. Outside is a steep ditch, the grass has