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[rules_the_north]

N'rway, K'name, Tetsu, Ace, Flonne, Chopp'r. 'f y' are still alive and not w'th anyone, come t' Marshall 203.

Say who y' are b'fore knocking, F'n 's watching th' door and armed.

[There is a short pause, and then Sweden speaks again, raising his voice slightly, but not to the mic anymore:]

'nyth'ng else?

[There's a moment of silence, and then Finland's voice can be heard, shouting from a small distance.]

Tell them to knock three times, Swe! Just to be sure!

Knock thr' times.

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[survived]

[No, that's definitely no ordinary rifle. That would be Finland's M28 Pystykorva rifle, one of his most prized possessions. The M39 or any other type of modern rifle may have been a better choice, but this one in particular was close to his heart and he considered it to be lucky. After all, it had gotten him through all too many hardships. He also has a Suomi KP-31 at his side, the gun left here from his previous stay. Again, a spectacular gun he was all too familiar with.

In spite of his small stature and weak looking body, Finland really is a surprisingly excellent sniper. Surely he could take these men if they were human, right? He knew he could. After all, there's a fire deep down that ignites the moment trouble is on the horizon.]

[rules_the_north]

[There is a reason why Sweden entrusted the other male with the task of watching the door. He's seen Finland in battles before, he knows his strength and spirit. And both of them need sleep, though neither adult will get much in the current situation. Plus someone needs to fix the food, look after Sealand... there are very domestic duties that still need to be tended to.

Right now, it's Sweden's turn, and when he's done with the message he sets the device aside and grabs the plate with Finland's food on it to bring it over to where the smaller nation sits and waits.]

H're.

[survived]

[And despite the current situation, his smile stays bright. That's Finland for you.]

Wow, thanks Swe! This looks great.

[rules_the_north]

[And no matter what the situation, Sweden's face stays the same. Though the tip of his ears might sport a deeper shade of pink than normal now.

He'll sit down next to Finland for a moment, offering him a fork - everything is already in small pieces so it can be eaten without having to cut it first.]

[survived]

[And by same you mean scary. Not making direct eye contact as he takes the fork, derp.]

You didn't have to do so much for me, you know. I could've helped out too.

[rules_the_north]

[He doesn't mean too ;; And why do you think does he always take this long shaving? He really tries to train himself into not having a scary expression in front of the mirror. It just doesn't really work. BUT HE'S TRYING.

So cute *give him a moment* ....and how should he answer. It was nothing really. And-] Y' 're on watch.

[survived]

[At least Finland's gotten a little better at stifling his screaming and understanding Sweden's intentions over the years.]

But you could've taken over while I cooked for you. It feels like I'm just sitting here while you're doing all of the work. Not that I mind it, but it just doesn't seem fair.

[rules_the_north]

[Right now, there are multiple reasons why that is really better.

Sweden thinks about this and then shakes his head slightly.] Y' can cook wh'n 't 's over. [And he will eat everything that you cook. Everything.]

[survived]

Alright, I'll be sure to!

[He pauses for a moment, peeking out the door before taking another bite of food.]

Did you make anything for yourself? I'd feel really bad if this was the only thing you made. You can share it with me if you want.

[rules_the_north]

N'.

[He leans back against the wall, his eyes now aimed at the door and not the other nation. As much as he loves being with his family, he hates not knowing them safe. And it is just too calm, has been too calm for too long.]

'm ate wh'le making 't.

[survived]

What? Then you have to eat at least a third of this plate! [Dividing the food into three segments before holding the fork out to Sweden.]

Here. Tasting food while you make it isn't substantial enough!

[rules_the_north]

's 'nough.

[He doesn't move to take the fork. He really had enough, and he's eaten about one third of the food (the remaining third being for Sealand) while cooking. Tasting, snatching a bit because he likes raw meat..., things like that.]

[survived]

You can be so stubborn sometimes. Will you eat the leftovers if I don't finish all of this?

[rules_the_north]

'sn't th't much.

[He's a bit worried that now there will be leftovers on purpose. And nobody should get more than everyone else.]

[bokuwadoctaaa.livejournal.com]

['Still alive'... at least he's managing that.]

I'm staying in our apartment with my crew, so I don't need to come over... but maybe I'll go anyways, for a little bit. Do you two need anything? Are you both okay?

[survived]

Alright, I get it. Thanks.

[Takes another bite.]

[rules_the_north]

[They are a bit short on food, but it will be enough for a few more days and he doubts that Chopper's crew is a whole lot better off, so he won't ask for anything. The definitely have enough military supplies still.

And while he'd like the company, and he's of the opinion that Sealand should see someone who is not them every once in a while... He most definitely doesn't want to be the reason that Chopper gets killed somewhere out in the streets.] Stay th're.

[hollisland.livejournal.com]

[ BONJOUR.

Someone just kicked open the apartment door and fired. ]

[bokuwadoctaaa.livejournal.com]

A-ah. Okay. Be careful!

[There's the sound of a few faint, familiar voices. Chopper is getting help in clearing the front door, as it's been barricaded for precaution's sake. For a second there's a much louder, concerned voice. Nami's, but you can hear Luffy assuring her that whoever is coming by is of no threat and she gives the okay to have the couch, table and chairs moved.]

Knock and say your name when you get here.

[fail-assassin.livejournal.com]

I'll be okay! I need to stay here and make sure that Latimir is protected.

Besides, the Prinnies are with me. I'm not alone!

[rules_the_north]

[That's enough of a warning for Sweden to push himself sideways and backwards to more fall than roll behind the cupboard before the bullets hit the place where he was sitting seconds ago. He would have grabbed Finland and dragged him with himself, but that would have slowed down both of them a lot and that really isn't necessary and would be downright stupid in the current situation.

When his brain kicks back in, over pure instinct, he is already sitting there with his gun in his hand, about to shoot back.]

[rules_the_north]

'll do.

[Those sounds aren't exactly reassuring, Chopper. But on the other hand he can't get over there to do anything about it, the only thing that he can do is hope that the other group will be alright.] Y' be careful, too.

[rules_the_north]

Onl' prinnies?

[1/2]

[fail-assassin.livejournal.com]

Yes. Lute was here before, but...

I haven't heard from him in a few days. I'm getting a little worried-

[survived]

[And within a matter of seconds Finland's tossed the fork aside and ducked down to the floor, firing a good three or four shots that progressively get better in terms of aim.]