*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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my gutttttts

[kongeriget]

（　yeah, he's not fast enough to "save" him this time.　）

[rules_the_north]

[Cue babby nation being out for a minute or two, the box having knocked the air out of him solidly.]

[kongeriget]

（　there's a half-second pause as denmark is all what even.

and then he runs over, dropping the cookies and scooping up the babby into his arms!!　） SVE!

[rules_the_north]

[This unchipping turns out to be rather life threatening, sob.

When the two minutes have passed, he whimpers and stirs a bit, sniffling and hiccuping like he is about to cry. He doesn't cry easily, but this? A bit too much.]

[kongeriget]

（　dfgdfgf crying babby/younger brother/he doesn't even know. he has no idea what he's supposed to do in this situation.

but fun fact: he adopted iceland, greenland, and the faeroe islands when they were all really young too. weirdly enough, he's actually a "parent". so during the two minutes sweden is out, he's checking for blood, then lays him down over his lap. when sweden wakes up, even though he's making a face like Dear God, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, he's also petting babby's hair.　） It's okay, it's okay…

[rules_the_north]

[Clings to strange uncle/big bro/momentary-parent-replacement

trying not to cry really hard but it doesn't work. You might get your shirt a bit gross because now he buries his face there.]

[kongeriget]

（　yeah, that's kinda gross. and it makes him feel weird. really weird. like. just.

weird. but he continues his back patting.　） There, there…

[rules_the_north]

[Continues crying for a while. Also grabbing the shirt with both hands now and snuggling a bit closer, because the other body's warmth is soothing and comfortable and really all of this is comfortable and feels safe.]

[kongeriget]

（　he kinda shifts back, so that he's sitting with his back resting against one of the counters. still patting his back, just like if it was iceland or greenland again, but even though his movements are automatic, he feels so fucking awkward. he's actually at a loss for words.　）

[rules_the_north]

...

Uncle D'n?

[kongeriget]

I'm not yer goddamn uncle!

[rules_the_north]

...D'n?

[kongeriget]

Ja?

[rules_the_north]

Do y' hate m'?

[kongeriget]

（　goddamnit. he's drafting another letter to god.　）

Why'd ya ask that?

[rules_the_north]

Y' 're always mad around m'.

[kongeriget]

Not mad. （　to denmark, being mad is something very, very different. not that he can deny being on edge.　）

[rules_the_north]

[Little Svear does not know that]

Angr'. Not happ'.

[kongeriget]

Not happy.

[rules_the_north]

Why?

[kongeriget]

（　all at once he realizes what position they're in, that they're sitting like this. he leans his head back with a thud as it hits the counter.　） Come on, get off, this is uncomfortable.

[rules_the_north]

[Crawls out of Denmark's lap, bust now he's sitting down next to the bigger nation and leaning against him, like a person in the middle of a blizzard that seeks warmth.]

[kongeriget]

（　he clenches his jaw and picks himself to his feet, starting to work on cleaning up some of the remaining mess.　）

[rules_the_north]

[He didn't expect that and whimpers when he hits the ground. And then he just lies there and watches Denmark.]

[kongeriget]

Sit up. （　without looking.　）