*44; video/action

[rules_the_north]

[There is a little kid on a box. That is placed on another box. That is placed on a chair.

It doesn't really look terribly safe. Anyway, he's on top of that pile and tries to reach up as high as he can, obviously trying to get to a cookie package that is placed on a shelf that is just way too high up for him.

it might be there for a reason. Or not. Anyway, as the feed continues, the pile starts to move and sway dangerously as the child on top of it continues his efforts, and finally crumbles. And down goes little Sve, crashing hard into the floor, together with the boxes and half of everything that was on the shelves in front of him.]

Whahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-

[When the cluttering and crashing is over, one can hear stiffled sobbing a bit off screen - he's not crying, totally not, he just hit his nose! - and then a tiny hand reaches for the device and a little kid with already forming bruises and some minor cuts comes on.

Unaware that the thing has been recording all the time - never switching it off does that to you - he prods the screen, wondering how to make it show something.

While he's concentrating on it, the chair, the only thing still standing around him, finally decides to follow everything else and, comically slow, tips over to come down on the little nation.]

[[ooc: Since I have no clue where Svear is staying right now and he has at least been to the Western-Nordic-or-whatever household for sure, I'll say this happens in the kitchen of Marshall 301/302. ]]

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[kongeriget]

（　denmark, grumpy and half asleep, comes running into the kitchen at the commotion—　）

[kongeriget]

（　—skids to a stop in the doorway—　）

[kongeriget]

（　and stares. if denmark had a pen and paper in front of him right this second, he would sit down and write something like this.

Dear God,

It's me, Your most awesome nation. Remember that time You gave me that flag, when I was in Estonia? Those were good times. But God, I need to have a talk with You. Lately, I feel like You haven't been holding up Your end of our deal. The one where I'm awesome and fix up this You-damn city, no offense, and where You take care of me.

Now, I'm gonna forget about the whole Japan thing, because I'm not even completely sure Japan's Christian, so he's kinda out of Your jurisdiction. And I'm going to forgive You for the whole Germany thing, because I'm sure it's part of some plan You and Jesus have going. Say hi to Him for me by the way.

I'm also not mad about the snow, or the fact that people here are crazy, or the assholes, and I'm also not going to blame You for the fact that it's hard work. I like hard work! And I'm glad You've sent Nor here, and I'm glad I got to help kill that monster, and I'm glad Ice is here too.

But God.

Why the fuck is Sweden tiny. Okay, okay, I know I've told You I like being the big brother, but this isn't what I meant! You have a weird sense of humor, God. And for the record, I'm still sore about the stuff with him a couple weeks ago, but I don't think that was Your fault since You probably think he's as weird as I do.

Please change him back to an adult.

All my love,
Den.

alas, he does not have a pen or paper. so instead he rushes forward and grabs the chair before it crushes the babby.　）

Be glad, Denmark, I considered having the babby try to paint the place blue

[rules_the_north]

[Looks up at SUDDEN ADULT! looming over him - oh.]

'ncle Den.[Aren't you happy that he kind of trusts you now? He just decided that Denmark has to be either Dani's other father or Germania's brother or something like that.

Just...staring up at the man while trying to come up with a way to not get into too much trouble for this. Maybe if he says that everything just fell - too unlikely. Or if he says that it was a mouse or cockroach or something like that? That should be possible, right? ...Just not on the top shelf.

Thinking thinking thinking]

why can't he paint it red like a normal child…

[kongeriget]

I'm not yer uncle! （　CONSIDERS DROPPING THE CHAIR HE IS NOT AN UNCLE HE IS YOUNG AND— okay, maybe he's a little on edge today. he puts the chair upright again, then surveys the mess.　）

The hell were ya after?

[fail-assassin.livejournal.com]

[skjhds;!]

A-are you alright?!

[rules_the_north]

[Sniffle sniffle sniffle]

Aunt'?

[1/2]

[fail-assassin.livejournal.com]

Ooh...

[No! Not those tears! She'll just end up getting all emotional herself.]

Please don't cry. Does it hurt anyway?

[fail-assassin.livejournal.com]

[Wait...]



Yes?

[rules_the_north]

'm not cry'ng. [Dani would laugh at him if he heard about it. And boys don't cry.

And he really isn't crying. There's just dust in his eyes, from when everything fell down. Dust. So maybe his eyes are a bit watery.]

[lutefisk]

[Anyway, Denmark's lame so this is how it really went:

So. Before the chair topples over with the obvious intent of breaking babby Sweden's neck, a pair of hands shoot out and grab it, holding it steady before pushing it back into place. And there, standing directly above him, is an unamused Norway.]

Oi. Ya tryin' to kill yerself? [Which obviously isn't the case, but it might as well have been at that point.]

[rules_the_north]

[Since this will probably happen more than once over the course of .........days or weeks he's tiny like this for a while after all both can happen?]

[Anyway big awesome Norway saved the day and the babby and Svear is staring up at his new hero or something. Well, mostly staring back at him, craning his neck at an awkward angle to be able to see the man completely.]

N'. Wash trying t' get that. [Just ...points at mess. He's pretty sure that he shouldn't have tried to get that and the mess will get him a scolding anyway. No need to make it worse.]

[lutefisk]

[THAT WORKS but wow by then they probably leashed him to a table or something.

Anyway, Norway glances at the general direction that the babby is pointing at, expression unchanging.]

Right. There's easier ways for gettin' it.

Or ya could've just not tried at all.

[rules_the_north]

[They probably should |D ]

...'s not. [Not trying so is no option. And he really wanted those and if he doesn't ask anyone, nobody can say no, right? And he got the feeling that someone would.

Also he is big and independent and all enough to get them himself.] What oth'r ways?

[Video]

[fierybluebird]

Ahh... jeez...

You okay little guy?

[Video]

[rules_the_north]

[Quiet sniffling then the kid grabs the voice box thing and pulls it over, more as a reaction to the sound than anything else.

And then he sniffles some more.]

[Video]

[fierybluebird]

Ah... I'm sorry. Don't cry. It'll stop hurting soon, okay?

What were you trying to do climbing so much?

[Video]

[rules_the_north]

Th're 's food. [Sweets, to be more precise. And as a kid, he still has a sweet tooth.]

[piccolo-rico.livejournal.com]

Sweden? Are you alright?

[rules_the_north]

[The device is turned around to show knees and lower body of the kid, part of it covered by something that is probably yesterday's food.]

'm fine. [Still on the verge of crying, very obvisouly lying.]

[piccolo-rico.livejournal.com]

It's ok to say if you're not, you know.

[rules_the_north]

....

'm fell. [Not sure if anything is really hurt yet, the shock yet needs to pass enough to notice anything.]

[survived]

[Clattering up the stairs now! Hey, he's worried.]

[rules_the_north]

[When Finland arrives, Sweden is lying flat on his stomach, chair over him. He's out, and his body just started to heal his backbone, so Finland should probably better not move him

Isn't being a nation again handy?]

[survived]

[Quickly removes the chair from over the young boy.]

Swe? Are you alright?! Hey, Swe!