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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From:

kongeriget

（　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? 　）

From:

rules_the_north

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

From:

kongeriget

（　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.　）

From:

rules_the_north

[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.]

From:

kongeriget

（　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?

From:

rules_the_north

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

Discedo y u do this]

...

's mine, too.

From:

kongeriget

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

From:

rules_the_north

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.]

From:

kongeriget

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

From:

rules_the_north

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.]

From:

kongeriget

（　still frowning, he turns and looks. spotting the picture is pretty easy, but he does a double take when it sinks in what it's of, going over and removing it from the wall. he recognizes himself and sweden—but what the hell are the others?　）

The hell is this?

From:

rules_the_north

[He's had enough time to ponder this, and to look through everything in the apartment ...and he has a pretty concrete idea of it now.]

Seems t' b' our fam'ly here.

[The words "our family" uttered with just a hint of hesitation, but in the end without any feeling in it. It just does not make enough sense yet to feel anything in particular about it.]

From:

kongeriget

No it's not. （　while he doesn't sound argumentative, he's pretty damn fast to say it: there are a lot of reasons why that's not true, not in the least because of the lack of other Nordics.　）

From:

rules_the_north

Take a look 'round.

[He turns around and now looks directly at Denmark, trying to figure out if he looks any different. If there is a visible clue on him about this place; it seems to be the same person on the inside or sure, but...

Examining every inch of the other man with his eyes.]

From:

kongeriget

（　something about that really creeps denmark out, and he takes a half step back. it's not the stare—denmark's kind of immune to it—but the searching. he looks the same as ever, anyway—but then on close examination, he doesn't quite. his clothes are simple enough, but nothing he has in discedo. his hair—self cut for a year now—is tidier, although still in its usual messy style. and if denmark was to take off his shirt, he'd be missing some very important scars.　）

The hell ya talkin' about?

From:

rules_the_north

'verything 's different h're.

[That pretty much sums everything up. He didn't find much of anything about Finland in the whole apartment, the only hint was a yearbook on a shelf that mentioned the other nation; there are all those pictures of the child and some of a woman that is apparently the mother; his body as well as Finland's are slightly different, no scars and clearly better fed; and then, more than all of that, there are tons of evidence about their family -

he points at the picture in Denmark's hands.] "Our moth'r" called.

From:

kongeriget

We don't have one. （　he sounds a little belligerent, but really, he's worried. there's no way he has a life he doesn't know about. and there's no way—sweden would say these things. he should just turn and leave and sleep or drink until things made sense again, but— 　）

From:

rules_the_north

't makes no sense.

[he completely agrees with Denmark, for once. At least on this. They have no mother, none of the family in the picture is theirs ...except for each other, kind of. But he is very sure that none of those photographs ever happened, mostly because photography wasn't invented yet when they were that old. he himself only encountered it in Discedo.]

D'd y' find anyone y't?

From:

kongeriget

Nor. （　because clearly the nordics, in a situation like this, are the only ones who matter.　） Japan too.

From:

rules_the_north

F'n is here. [There is no priority above this (because if any of the four other Nordics is able to take care of himself in Sweden's opinion, that would be Denmark).]

...Ice?

From:

kongeriget

Haven't seen him. （　which he does not like one bit, but—　） Nor says he did. …What do ya mean, Fin is here?

Edited Date: 2011-04-08 08:13 pm (UTC)

From:

rules_the_north

[Nods towards the other side of the apartment.] H' seems t' have stayed h're last night.

[Not normally; implied. He will stay from now on, implied as well.]

...'m will look out fer Ice.

From:

kongeriget

（　normally he might argue, but he's in 'nordics together' mode right now. they have to stick together, even sweden.　）

We'll all stay here.

From:

rules_the_north

Yer cooking duty tomorrow, th'n.

[Carries what he found over to the stove and stirs whatever is in the pots.]

From:

kongeriget

（　considering how little he trusts the other nordic's food, he actually doesn't mind this. but it does lead him to narrow his eyes and lean against the wall.　） What are ya making?