rules_the_north | *49; video; AU!Discedo

[The feed starts with Sweden's face and upper body. The camera seems to be sitting on a kitchen table, Sweden on a chair not too far away from it. He is wearing a long shirt and a scarf, which effectively covers almost all his skin except for face and hands. He seems to be holding a notebook in his hands.

After a few seconds of waiting, to make sure that the thing is really recording, he holds the notebook up and turns it around. He's holding it too close for everything to be shown, but this is what you will see:]

C'cona, Jade, Ac', y' here? ...Can someone understand th's?

[Then a lenghty pause.]

Does anyone know a ch'ld named Em'l? Looks pr'bably l'ke this.[He holds up another picture, this time it shows a boy of maybe three years that has very clearly Sweden's eyes.

]

[ooc: Basically, Sweden has a 3-year-old child in this world. Feel free to know the child/his mother/be his nursery teacher/whatever else. He isn't completely sure about that yet, though.
...also fake!Sweden had a one night stand the night before with fake!Finland. He managed to cover up every single hickey, but you are free to have suspicions from him wearing a scarf in the first place. ...and/or to have seen Finland's post and put one and one together.]

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（　denmark hasn't been home. first of all because this isn't his home, second of all because that would just be too easy. but after finally tracking down some people, he's exhausted: he hasn't stopped since arriving here. stress and running put together makes for a fairly exhausted den.

he's found his ID card by now, with the address printed on it—it takes him a little while, but he eventually finds the building, then takes the elevator to the correct floor… when he finds the apartment, he unlocks it and lets himself in while barely looking around. if he lives here, there's got to be a bed, right? 　）

Sweden!

You're okay.

Cute kid.

[There are noises coming from the kitchen. Someone is cooking.]

Have y' been outs'de?

[It's strange. He gets the feeling that he isn't talking the way he talks normally, but he cannot really put the finger on what gives him that impression.]

...'re a lot of p'ctures here.

Yes. And all over practically. [Not really, but when you're walking it feels that way.]

Really? I can't find many here... I wonder why.

（　he's half way to the couch—good as a bed—when he hears a sound in the kitchen. fuck. he stops. someone else is here? why the hell would someone else be here? this is his place, the keys worked— he considers grabbing a weapon, but there isn't anything in sight. so instead he just creeps over to the kitchen, worried about what he'll find there.　）

Does 't look d'fferent anywhere? [He hasn't really been outside yet, only down at the street and then he came back up to his apartment to make this post.]

Most 're of h'm. [And then there are ... others. Quite a lot of those that are outside of the room that he found Finland in have Denmark on them. This bugs him a lot. ...Especially those that have both of them in them and look like family portraits.]

[He'll find Sweden. Dressed in much more modern clothing than normally, wearing a scarf despite the relative warmth of the room temperature, and cooking.

There are two pots on the stove and the nation himself is currently crouched down in front of a board, sorting through cans of different foods that stand there. he hasn't noticed Denmark yet.]

（　even kneeling down with his back to him, denmark can recognize sweden immediately. it's borne of centuries of familiarity. still, denmark wasn't expecting to run into him here of all places. and there's a moment of a weird—sort of relief, like, finally, or good, or everyone's here—

and then that passes.　） The fuck are ya doing in my apartment?

Hugely. There's over a million more people. It's worse crowded than Marineford. And everything is all fixed up and nice. It's like a real city. Only big.

Must be a "relative."

[And suddenly a lot of little details that were seriously off fall into place.

Discedo y u do this]

...

's mine, too.

...'re all of th'm dark?

[Looks at the picture]

...

's sometimes under m' care, 'm think.

Yeah.

Makes me stick out even worse than as a fiery blue. [Well, not really.]

Same thing isn't it?

Like hell it is! （　denmark has not had all day to look at photos.　）

How many 'f us 're here?

Pr'bably.

Practically all of the original Discedo.

Denmark's looking for you and the other brothers, I'm still missing quite a few people though, but they could be here and just not checked in.

...Ace 's mentioned 'n here. [points at the notebook.]

Look at th' pictures.

[Standing up, but not moving any further. Inspecting one of the top shelves.

The whole apartment is clearly the home of two tall people, with everything going up rather high, mirrors and things like that hanging high, etc.]

[Nods head.] I see that...

Do you know why? Are you sure it's my Ace?

What pictures? （　kind of frowning a little at how sweden isn't paying him close attention.　）

B'hind y'.

[There is a formal one that looks rather official, with the mother and the sister sitting in the front, a young boy standing close to the mother and Denmark, Sweden and an elderly man standing in the back of the picture. They are a bit younger, maybe 18 or 19.]

'm hope 't.

[It is the only thing about any of his friends - except for Marco - that he knows right now. ...right now he has only verified that his wife and Marco are here, and some person called Ace...]

Where are y'?

[Well... this looks interesting. She'll keep quiet for a moment.]

Oh! You're here too?

Pineapple Landscaping. It's where I work.

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