rules_the_north | *44; video/action

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*44; video/action

[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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Right. [Clearly someplace Marco wants to be.]

Think you can meet me outside? Not completely outside, okay? Just out the door.

[Because obviously there's nothing wrong with strange suspicious pirates delivering sweets.]

Mh.

[Getting up and moving towards the door. This will take a while, and you can hear sniffling as he is crying silently because this HURTS, but he is moving. SWEETS.]

[askjdaslkdj Now he feels bad even making Sweden move. Poor little guy. DON'T DIE SWEDEN! And Marco's off getting the candy from raiding their place and putting it in a bad to bring him. He's not sure how much countries eat, so he'll just get what seems reasonable to him.]

Slowly if it hurts, eh? Don't get more injured.

....

'm fine.

[A pout in his voice. He's a strong boy he is fi- ouch. Stops, breathes and tries to open the door. Why are doorknobs that high above his head.]

[Gets over there as quickly as he can and hands him the bag of candy and ruffles his head.]

Here you go mate.

Thank y'.

[Stares up

up

up

and then down and digs through the contents of the bag, examining them.]

You're welcome, eh.

[Watches, not really willing to leave him to another accident. Curse you follow-through.]

What 's this?

[Holds up a piece of the candy, scrunitizing it.]

Cotton candy. It's like... sugar air. A little packed down now, but try it.

[Kneels down next to him and takes a small piece to eat for himself to show it's okay.] MM. Good.

[Watches him and then tries.

And then takes a bit more, surprised at just HOW sweet it is.] 's not air.

[Grins and grabs a seat next to him. He's old and this is rough on his knees, phoenix healing or not, shut it.]

No, it's sugar air. You put sugar and flavoring in a machine and you whip air into it over and over until it's light and fluffy. Well, something like that. I never made it myself before.

You like it though?

[Nods and digs into it.

After a few moments, he remembers his manners and hesitantly offers the man some, too.]

Hah, you're so polite. Nope, you keep it, eh. It's for you. [Ruffles his head.]

[Nods again.

After a while, he slows down because he is starting to feel full.]

Yer n'me?

Marco.

'm Svear.

Nice to meet you Svear. [Shakes a hand formally.]

Are you okay staying with [Vaguely waves a hand towards the apartment behind the door.] them in there?

...Onii-chan gave m' t' Den.

[And the place provides food and shelter.]

Which brother did?

Hmn. That doesn't really answer my question though. Are you happy there?

H' 's dark. [Really, really dark dark eyes and dark hair.

The fact that his description sounds more Southern African than Asian is lost on a nation that is used to very fair people.]

Why?

[Luckily Marco comes from such a world where that doesn't necessarily mean Usopp & Aokiji black, could just be someone like Ace and Gold Roger. Not that he's figured out that it's Japan, but once he goes through his mental list of countries in Discedo, he'll land around there.]

Just making sure. If Denmark gets to be too much you can come stay with me and Ace for a bit, eh. Just until things blow over.

H' is not do'ng much. [As in, he mostly ignores the kid. Not as in he mistreats him or anything, he just... does not really do anything with him either except for feed him occasionally. Which Svear is perfectly fine with.

He still really, really misses his brother.]

[This makes sense given the post Svear accidentally filmed.]

All right, if you get lonely and want to come play a game, eh.

Where d' y' live?

Downstairs at 114 and 115.

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