[Well, this is a dream. There is no reason to be surprised that people would recognize Kiwi, or use the full nation name to adress the teen. But normally... dreams are supposed to only have people that one already knows in them, right? So who is this? The brows are slightly bushier than a normal person would have them, but not the Kirkland Brows tm, so that is probably out for the moment, and... nevermind, really. Clearly being recognized means that the person probably wants to be recognized as well, even if this is only dream.]

Yes. [So much is easily doable and won't betray that Kiwi has no clue who this is.] I just arrived here. [The tone might be a bit sheepish no pun intended because... well, this woman's tone in combination with still having no clue what is going on just seems to draw that kind of reaction out of the dominion.]

[So they... are related in this dream? Or something like that. Fussing like a caretaker is where it's at, apparently. It's oddly calming, even though the fussing should technically be the opposite of calming - but it feels a bit like being taken care of at least for the moment, and while that rarely factors into the brunet's life, it is a nice feeling when it happens.]

Some bruises and there was a bullet in my leg, but that was taken care of already [aka the bullet was dug out and the blood flow was stopped as well as possible - nation healing rates help a lot with things like that. Kiwi gestures to the part of the pants where the blood has soaked the fabric the most thoroughly] and the blood isn't really mine mostly. [Most of it is that of the men that fell or got heavily injured around their nation. It's always a bit hard to seperate "my blood" from "my people's blood".

Kiwi wants to add something, but then thinks better of it. Telling a fussing person that the fussing isn't necessary hardly ever helps anyone.] I'm as well as you could expect. You know the area? [Because Kiwi would really like to ride one of those carpets before waking up.]

[Kiwi's opinion that "you cannot know if you don't like something if you've never tried it" extends to clothes as well probably does not help with that. At least it means that if England has something in the right size, it will be worn.]

I walked here, it's not too bad. [With enough aspirin and the help of interesting and thus distracting surroundings.] I'll just be a bit slower than normal. But faster than a snail, I can promise you that much.

...Unless you can get one of those carpets? [That would kill two birds with one stone, too. As in, curiosity and pace.]

You could say it runs in a part of my family. [The nation turns to look at the blond, acting as if being dressed completely fine for the occasion - normally what you wear either adapts or is not important in dreams, after all.] Though even just judging by the architecture and magical items around here, you can tell that it must have very different roots from the magic in tis place.

Ah. [Cue a sheepish shrug of Kiwi's shoulders.] I have no change of clothes with me, and no money either. There aren't exactly snack vendors around on the battlefield so I didn't feel that it was necessary to bring any. [Purposefully joking about the situation because it is bad enough as it is, no reason to pile more gravity upon it.]

You don't happen to know a clothing store around here that accepts trades? [Of... Uh. The brunet looks down the uniform. There's no way that the rifle or anything else that would be needed if there was a sudden turn to violent in this dream, so the options of what could be traded are rather limited... Clothes against clothes would hardly work now, wouldn't it?]]

[It takes New Zealand a moment to recognize China, mostly because the man looks a lot better than when they last were in the same place. Which, considering the circumstances at that time, probably isn't hard - after all they had not met for the first time then, so this dream might just have drawn the other man from an earlier time. Though the clothes are admittedly slightly odd for that.]

China, hullo. [This is a dream so the way the uniform and everything looks should not mean much, and though Kiwi's leg still hurts, it can be ignored enough to not show it as long as no walking around is necessary.] You live here? [The question might be odd, but. In dream logic, that could very well be.]

...You are early this year, aren't you? [Did China celebrate Christmas? Sure, Hong Kong participates in the family Christmas but Kiwi always assumed that that was England's influence, so... Huh. You never cease learning.]

Probably not. [And the field medics are needed elsewhere. All the remaining medical staff will be needed elsewhere as well.

...not in this dream, though. Most likely. But what good would it do to get medical help in a dream when other things can be done...]

Thank you for asking, though. Do you live here?

So you're from a place further out into the countryside? Or from another city? [Do these carpets do distance travel... surely exploring the city would be fun, but flying through the countryside sounds great, too. Maybe both can be done...]

Carpets don't really fly outside of dreams. [Unlike broomsticks, but even those only very rarely, when someone made some serious effort towards it - this here just is ridiculously much carpet flying.

Aside from the whole arrival scenario and everything.]

And pinches don't wake you up from dreams, that's only a thing people say. Unless someone from outside of the dream pinches you, I guess. [It's a bit weird to have this discussion inside a dream, but really. There are no limits to the oddness of dreams, in New Zealand's experience.]

It's only weird if you assume that everyone else is really dreaming the same thing. Normally, even if you meet people that you know in your dreams, they won't have dreamed the same as you if you talk to them after waking up.

[Kiwi shrugs] There really is no way to really be sure if it was or wasn't a dream until you wake up, but I'd say this place is definitely odd enough to qualify as a dream. I can think of little other reasons for all of this.]