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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2013 19:08:03 GMT -6
Emma did not like this. Not one bit. Something clearly was not right about the whole situation. She could easily sense the same thing that was causing both herself and Lukas to be so defensive towards the stranger. There was something almost unearthly about him, if that was even possible. Her Norwegian companion was clearly on edge as she noticed him flinch in reaction to the demon taking a step towards them. Belgium herself took at least two steps away, trying to avoid his stare. His eyes were piercing, captivating, as though they were slowly pulling you in with that smouldering look he was sending them...
Oh God, what was she thinking?! Was this guy some kind of hypnotist or something? No; Belgium was not going to be taken in by his pretty looks and smooth tongue. Quickly, she turned her head away to avoid actually looking at the stranger, keeping her focus on the back of Norway’s head instead whilst her weapon remained aimed at the other figure in the room. Who or what was this man; the devil?! Maybe he was. In some ways, it did not seem that surprising to the Belgian woman as she considered this. Who knew what could be lurking in this manor. Demons, monsters, ghosts? This figure who stood before them was not human, that was for sure.
“That's unfortunate... At least you have some manners, Ms., unlike your friend here... Is it that difficult to have a conversation within these walls?”
Emma shuddered when she heard the demon address her, his words causing her to raise her green orbs to stare at him again, a frown etching her face. The female nation glared at the other man over Norway’s shoulder, trying to fight back the thoughts of desire that were creeping into the back of her mind the moment her eyes met the demon’s again. Lukas was still on edge as well, with his sword at the ready to attack. Keeping a glare fixed on their enemy, she hissed at him, “Gaan naar de hel!”
But the demon still approached, swatting away the blade of Lukas' sword like it was nothing more than a pesky insect. Belgium swallowed at this. The guy was not afraid at all. He was more than willing to take them on. This was more than a little concerning now. Still trying to hold her ground as best as she could, the blonde kept her eyes narrowed as the figure approached, as though trying to intimidate him and scare him off. A tactic which clearly was not working.
“Since you are so keen on clashing blades with me, I'll enli-”
He didn’t finish his sentence, for something else had caught his attention. This took Belgium by surprise, for she did not know what it could have been. Nothing seemed any different in the room since when he had entered... And then he practically tore the door off the refrigerator. Emma flinched at this, take completely aback by the sudden and violent action. Whatever was in the fridge had somehow caught the man’s attention, but what was it? Belgium hardly had any time to consider it before she was dragged to the other side of the room by Norway suddenly. She blinked in surprise, her expression dropping into a frown as she watched the stranger intently. A pang of worry could be felt deep in the pit of her stomach at that moment. Was there something bad in the refrigerator? Emma hadn’t seen anything when she’d been their earlier, so what was causing the man to react in such a way?
She swallowed thickly, her olive eyes meeting Norway’s dark blue when he turned to glance at her worriedly. Her expression mirrored his as she shrugged slightly, clearly showing that she too had no idea about what was going on. Emma’s focus remained on Lukas for a moment longer before her attention was drawn back to the mysterious stranger and his odd behaviour. Although she did not want to admit it, Belgium was concerned; no- she was frightened by this. Her mind began coming up with all sorts of crazy ideas about what could have been the problem with the contents of the refrigerator. Spoiled foods? Demon babies lurking behind the milk? Maybe there was a human head stored somewhere at the back which she hadn’t noticed before! Oh dear; this was not good at all.
“Here I was thinking I finally found prey, but I'm just chasing soiled meat!”
His demonic laugh caused a horrible shudder to run down the Belgian’s spine and for the hairs on the back of her neck to stand upright. Soiled meat?! What did that mean? The mood suddenly felt much more ominous as she watched the stranger intently; waiting for him to show some signs of what he was talking about. Could he mean... food poisoning?! Emma paled considerably when the thought hit her. Her mouth fell open slightly as she gaped in horror, her gaze quickly turning to Norway with panic written in her eyes. She felt sick to the bottom of her stomach in that moment. So much so, the Belgian felt like she was about to vomit as the hollow feeling inside seemed to deepen. If there was something wrong with the food... then that meant Norway would--
“Emma, stay here.”
Belgium blinked in surprise. She had been so caught up in her own thoughts, she hadn’t even noticed the stranger leave the kitchen. Now she was face to face with Lukas’ cold expression, left stunned for a moment before he started to exit the room. Panic washed over her when she came back to her senses and, despite his command, the blonde woman quickly rushed after her fellow nation. She was not going to leave him alone with that thing, no matter what he told her to do. Besides, she had to warn him as well, if her hunch was correct.
Belgium was about to call out for the man when she saw him head down the hall. Frowning in worry, she stopped in the doorway and peered out into the corridor to try and see what was going on, all the while keeping her sense alert in case any other danger decided to raise its head. If Norway got into any trouble, at least she would be here to back him up. The woman stood there, frowning though, as the feeling in her stomach became even tighter. They had to be careful.
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Post by The Departed on Mar 12, 2013 8:53:19 GMT -6
There was no need to hear his approach, Kieran knew that he was being followed simply because that’s how his game worked, he cast the line of desire and the fish, his food, came to him. Nonchalantly he walked down the hall, his smooth gait quicker than a human’s by far, so his pursuer needed to catch up a bit. The demon felt the vibrations through the flow of no only the blonde’s footfalls, but also the throb of his luscious blood being pumped through his veins, slightly escalated from anxiety and overwrought paranoia, but there was no fear oddly enough. The demon knew simply from smell, that the man at his back, whose words echoed down the hall to easily reach the winged figure’s ears, that the male did desire him. Norway’s words made the demon stop. Slowly he opened his luminescent green eyes that shone especially with victory, ‘It would appear that this meal is not quite wasted’. Slowly, the suited male, demon turned to once more behold the beauty that faced him single-handedly. There was no bravado with the nation’s actions, just the simple realization that Kieran was ironically his only hope to try and figure out exactly what was wrong with him, why Kieran for all of his desire for the other’s blood would not touch him, why Norway was tainted.
A cool smiled played upon the demon’s lips before his skin was pulled back to reveal a grin glistening with fangs. True his eyes remained upon the male, but the female’s presence was also noted, standing in the background half-hidden, but her scent filled the Dark Child’s nostrils even at distance and her essence spurred his mouth to water and heat to intensity in his pelvis; she was not tainted, she could be his, but there was no way for him to achieve her as log as her handsome though spoiled male companion stood there before him. Dropping his head back to raise his chin to stare down the Scandinavian nation with his liquid-seduction stare, Kieran finally answered Norway’s question after remained quiet for the brief moment following his turn, “Well now, what on earth gave you that suggestion?” In a matter of little more than a second, the demon was literally a good fifteen away from Lukas to be only standing half a foot before him, composure unaffected by his beyond-humanly-possible actions and masterfully maintaining a thick air of collective calmness and seductiveness, so much so that Kieran grinned wider when he watched the shorter male flinch away from him though his blue eyes remained locked within his.
As close as they were, the demon was able to fully appreciate the delicateness strength the blonde embodied with his soft, pale complexion, feathery light hair, and piercing blue eyes of such intensity, it made the demon want to pop them into his mouth to allow their sweet fluids to flow down his hungry throat. The human before him was full caught within his influence: Kieran could see the pulsing of the man’s being, revealing the tightness of his body as it fought against the intense want Kieran knew he must be feeling; a bead of sweat slipped down the side of Lukas’ face and the demon literally had to clear his throat to steady himself as to not lean forward to lick it off and enjoy its saltiness.
“My dear boy, I believe that there has been a mistake of sorts…. Never would either of you be not good enough for me on any other occasion but, I do admit that there a small concern of mine for your well-being. You must understand I am a truly caring creature, a man truly governed by his word, trapped within this house as you are, but my superior senses have informed me that you my friend….” The demon sighed, worry written masterfully across his face and, softly, he reached up to softly swipe his thumb across the Norwegian’s face, relishing silently the shiver that he caused, before he leaned in slowly as if to go in for a kiss and this seemed to be the train of the nation’s thought for he silently inhaled and whose eyes fluttered half-shut, but Kieran’s lips passed by Lukas’ to stop a hair length away from the man’s left ear.
“You must understand, for I wish not to arise any waves of panic from either you or…. Your friend but you must believe me when I say…” Pausing a moment, the demon allowed his hot breath to tickle the man’s ear, earning yet another tremble from the male and another wave of heat to pierce the demon’s body, before he continued, “That I can save you from a most horrible death. In order to do this though, as the bonds of fellowship obligate me, you must agree…. To be affiliated with me on behalf of yourself and your lady, for you both to be my friends for I have none, and only friends can truly help one another”. The demon spoke softly, in whisper, so that only Lukas could hear; Kieran was purposely keeping Belgium out of hearing range. He had not forgotten her and honestly his motives were actually to acquire her, so he could rip open her throat and drink her blood while her pumping heart supplied a strong pulse via a torn carotid artery.
While it was true that Kieran was fully tied beneath the heavy weight of demon law, there were many loopholes to get around specifics. He needed Norway’s consent to be his before the demon could claim him as his own, this has always been true, but seeing that the blonde female was an acquaintance to the male, in other words his, Kieran could claim them both simply from the male’s word, for the word of the man was enough for both male and female in Kieran’s mind and thus, the demon could literally acquire two for one. That is not to say that once the demon acquired the male’ s consent that the demon would simply throw him aside, even defiled as he was, and descend upon the female immediately, soaking the hall’s carpet with her innards and blood. The demon did know where the antidote for the Vermitis was and not even those troublesome Inhabitants could not deter him from acquiring it from their former father’s room, as it meant it would preserve his meal’s succulence. He was a demon, not some common monster filth, after all and the Inhabitants were only reapers empowered by their Master.
“What say you, Lukas Bondevik? Are you willing to gain a friend in order to save your life and that of your lady?” Once those words were spoken, the demon retreated from the intimate position to look down into Norway’s face. His silent whisperings had only lasted a few seconds for he didn’t want to raise warning flags in Belgium’s mind, he needed her to stay away, to listen like a good girl to her boyfriend’s order to stay back.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2013 9:26:42 GMT -6
Lukas hardened his expression, thickening his mask of indifference to withstand the pure force that the dark being, whom he had called upon, emanated. Even still, Norway’s eyelids fluttered as a wave of tingles spread across his body when the demon’s eyes turned back towards him. Flexing his fingers upon the hilt of his sword, the Norwegian stood his ground as the luminous gaze of the winged-man once more sized him up. The blonde knew very well that what he was doing was dangerous; the gravity of the situation even heavier because he was putting his life on the line after he had promised Emma that he would reserve such recklessness if it would save her, but all the same Lukas was no fool. This demon knew something they didn’t, something about the food that the Manor seemingly generously offered. In other words, Lukas would need to steel his will against the lustful pull of the demon if it meant learning something about what made them so unappetizing.
Norway was also well aware that the entire situation was beyond messed up but so was reality itself, at least in this house.
Trying to take steady breaths, Lukas held his eyes steady even when Kieran dropped his composure into a more calm one, his strong chin raised so that the nation could appreciate the skin of the demon’s neck; within his mind, Lukas could not stop the image, the want, to kiss the exposed neck, letting his tongue run breath the demon’s jaw line to stimulate the volume of nerves beneath the skin’s surface. Having to physically stop himself from shuddering violently in the attempt to clear his mind and to remain steadfast, Lukas’ stomach did a complete flip at his internal struggle of mind over matter, as in to fight these unnatural and intense erotic urges that normally were dormant within his mind. It was almost a rule, especially concerning horror films of the era, that sex and lust were closely linked with death, the ultimate distraction when the mind is reduced to nothing more than a drowned victim within a sea of hormones. The blonde could see the parallels between the cultural trope and the black haired and winged creature who stared at him as if he were about to begin a strip-tease: desire kills, lust was death, and this creature was sort a of personification of this breed of danger, or at least that these seductive motives were his mastered forte.
“Well now, what on earth gave you that suggestion?”
Lukas had to readjust his eyelids in slight surprise when Kieran spoke before quickly rebuking himself for allowing his thoughts and mind to wonder upon tangents rather than stay focused on the task at hand. The Norwegian did not answer, and even if he had been planning to, he barely managed to frown in response when suddenly the demon was no longer a ways down the hall from him, but rather was right before him. Norway’s eyes shifted wider when he found himself staring at the chest cavity of the demon, close enough that he was able to admire the high level of quality that the suit actually was. Slow to respond, Lukas took a deep breath before daring to look up. Now, he was well aware that he was not the tallest of nations, a fact that was repetitively reinforced when he lived with Denmark or when in the same room with Sweden, and the stature of the demon actually reminded Norway of Sweden, for both males were about the same height. Taking a more than necessary step back, though not enough that the space between him and the demon changed drastically, Lukas found himself once more locked within the eyes of Kieran. Norway was finding it difficult all of a sudden to take proper breaths, his palms had begun to sweat within his gloves, and the hair on the back of his neck was standing up on end.
As he had already been having troubles with retaining a controlled composure when the distance with the demon had been far greater in such close proximity, Norway literally was fighting to remain standing. His back was rigid, his chin held high, and his sword’s tip he had managed to keep parallel to the ground. With his strength of a nation having been sapped from his extended exposure within the mansion, the blonde was now finding his strength from the figure that he was well aware had followed him. Focusing on Belgium, her smile, and the way she had laughed was oddly what stopped Lukas from fully succumbing to the demon’s whims and falling to his knees; if he was truly able to think clearly Lukas would have questioned and pondered this. For the moment though, he needed to remain tall, strong, and apparently at ease if only to keep her reassured that he was all right and make her not come over to aid him, thus putting herself in more danger than both of them were currently in. Nevertheless, the exertion of remaining upright and lucid was making every muscle within his body taunt, sweat to appear on his face, and the queasiness in his stomach intensified.
“My dear boy, I believe that there has been a mistake of sorts…. Never would either of you be not good enough for me on any other occasion but, I do admit that there a small concern of mine for your well-being. You must understand I am a truly caring creature, a man truly governed by his word, trapped within this house as you are, but my superior senses have informed me that you my friend….”
The frown that had remained upon Lukas’ dry lips, his resistance to wet them was torturous as he did not want to make any motion towards inviting the demon closer than he already was, deepened with the demon’s words. As much as he wanted to spit out, “Bullshit” at the demon, there also was the lull in his mind that told him to fall upon the demon and bury his face into his chest, wanting him to reveal what exactly what was wrong with him and if he could help. That image almost aroused the Norwegian's gag reflex, to think of himself so helpless and in need of rescue, but all the same he was able to listen to each word Kieran spoke, knowing full well that riddles could be found more often than not in proper speech. Kieran brought up his thumb, its very long claw dangerously close to Norway’s neck. The shorter man inhaled sharply and tightened the grip on his sword but remained still when the thumb passed harmlessly over the skin of his jaw line, arousing a tremble from his stiff body. Still, he had managed to keep calm, remain collected, and let out a slightly shaky breath, as if he had just passes some sort of test. Then, however, he demon began to lean in and Lukas’ expression broke. His eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise, with sickening anticipation. A wave of a concoction of emotions rushed through his head, causing Norway to blink sparsely and for his eye contact to break from the demon’s but this was mostly due to the fact that the taller male had leaned in not to kiss him, but to bring his mouth intimately near Lukas’ left era. A wave of disappoint actually rekindled Norway’s frown, irritated beyond any sensible reason that he wasn’t kissed by a demon, but all thought processes ceased function once the demon began to whisper softly, secretively, and seductively so that only Lukas could hear him.
“You must understand, for I wish not to arise any waves of panic from either you or…. Your friend but you must believe me when I say…that I can save you from a most horrible death. In order to do this though, as the bonds of fellowship obligate me, you must agree…. To be affiliated with me on behalf of yourself and your lady, for you both to be my friends for I have none, and only friends can truly help one another”.
There was not much more than Norway could take. It literally was requiring all of his strength to stand, let along stop himself from throwing himself at the demon, only because somehow he was able to realize as to how ridiculous these urges was, that this sexy man was as deadly as a viper in the grass, and that Belgium was watching. There was no way to hide that fact that his shivered at almost every syllable the demon spoke in his ear and that the only movement he had been able to make was to slowly bring around his sword to set the tip upon the floor before him, his hands neatly upon the pommel, so to give his legs some relief and aid in supporting keeping him upright. With the demon at his ear, Lukas was free from his luscious stare and able to think a bit better as his eyes scanned the demon's shoulder and black wing. He was sure that the other could not see Emma from her position at the doorframe because of the obscurity of his pirate hat. Steadying himself from that fact and focusing his attention on the nauseous pain coming form his stomach, Lukas thought over the demon’s words in the brief silence the he had been given.
From what he could understand, the demon was offering his help in exchange for a word of friendship. Even without a personal knowledge of the supernatural, most mythologies and folklores of many cultures stated that deals, promises, and especially names held exponential power. If he was to give his word, to become this demon’s companion, he was handing over much more than his company. This Lukas knew for sure but was he was unsure of was what exactly this would entail. This… bothered him. Even as much as he did want to say yes, he actually was holding back the “Ja” on his tongue, the demon’s mentioning of “your lady” stirred warning flags in the fog of Norway’s mind. Simply because the creature was mentioning Emma combined with his interest in her from their confrontation in the kitchen, made the Norwegian’s stomach churn even more…. He increasingly was not feeling well; the strain of restraining himself and the immense confusion and overwhelming feelings that this situation was causing was upsetting his stomach.
“What say you, Lukas Bondevik? Are you willing to gain a friend in order to save your life and that of your lady?”
His time was up, no more was he able to think privately, for once more he faced the demon and his blue eyes met emerald green. He…. The demon knew his name. How? He hadn't told him, he couldn’t recall Belgium naming him while in the demon’s presence but even if she had, she hadn’t said his last name. Norway swallowed, his composure tall, stiff, and regal with his hands upon his sword, a reflection of his national pride, but upon closer inspection it was clear that he was shaking. He wanted to say yes, he wanted to know what was wrong with him, why the demon wouldn’t touch or kiss him, why he was ‘spoiled meat’ and how he could be saved, but…. He also had prior obligations to uphold which caused conflictions with his selfish wants.
“What…” he paused to clear his throat, maintaining his visual contact, expression neutral, “What I say? I…. wish to express my gratitude for your offer of help but to be completely honest, I have never been adept at making friends or keeping them, and the ones I do have suffice. I must decline you…”
Lukas barely finished speaking the last syllable before he watched as the demon’s face expression changed from calm and at ease, to one of pure ferocity. Fangs bared, eyes narrowed, and wings spread wide; obviously, Norway had been wise to not make friends. There came no response from the demon, who growled but turned away with a spin on his heel and resumed his walk down the hall, though now he visually was less than cool, feral, and enraged. Lukas watched the being stalk away, every new step he took was like a blow to nation's chest, and as the distance between them increased, the growing feeling of missed opportunity suck in, the feeling one gets when they know they missed out on something great, but at the same time the blonde’s head began to clear and he was beginning to realize just how close he had been to accepting the demon’s offer. That most of all terrified him.
Once Kieran was no longer in sight was Lukas able to reveal how he truly felt. In an instant, he changed from standing chivalrously, to doubling over and coughing, shaking violently, and struggling to back step away from the hall back towards Belgium, His eyes were closed, dizziness was consuming him, and blindly he found Emma’s soft body, took her into his arms and half-embracing, half stumbling, returned the both of them back into the light of the kitchen in which Lukas dropped his sword and literally threw himself upon the counter. He barely managed to reach up and pull back his longer bangs before collapsing his head into the counter’s sink, a second before his body could no longer withstand the stress and a wave of vomit spewed from his lips. It hurt but between gagging and coughing, Norway continued to purge until the majority of his stomach's contents were disgustingly sitting at the bottom of the sink. Witha blurred glance inwards, Lukas could see that Belgium’s waffles hadn’t even begun to digest, which spurred a sense of relief within him because, obviously something in the fridge had been tainted and the waffles had used ingredients form the fridge… he just hoped that whatever he had ingested hadn’t had a chance to get into his blood stream. Taking the moment to catch his breath and reached with his free hand to turn on the faucet, he hoarsely said, “Get… collect together any provisions you can. Dry, sealed, nothing else. Nothing from the fridge!” His last words came out harsh, louder, before he took a deep breath and shut his eyes while he stuck his hand into his mouth to stimulate his uvula at the back of his throat, making him heave violently and he continued to do so until he felt the familiar raise of fluid from his gullet and proceeded to purge until he only heaved but nothing came out.
“Ow…” he mumbled…. Using the solidity of the counter to support himself, the water from the faucet washing most of his stomach’s contacts down the drain and after a moment, he settled enough to wash off his hands before splashing water over his face to rid himself of the dribble from his chin, and grabbed a hanging cloth to wipe off the water before he leaned forward to take in some of the water into his mouth, since he had just ejected most of his fluids out and to rinse it out too. He would he dehydrated and now his hungry body was denied everything, but he felt... better. Throwing up had helped clear his mind and he felt ashamed more than anything, for all of the feelings of desire he had felt, or been forced to feel, from the demon, and because he had nearly giving in to the presence. Now that he was cleaned up and his stomach was empty, he shut off the water and turned to lean back against the counter, wiping the cloth across his front but was glad to see he hadn’t spoiled his clothes. Taking a couple of breaths, he looked over at Belgium just to look, appreciate the moment, and if she had done what he had said or not, he stiffly went over to retrieve his weapon as he said, “We need to find a room to lock ourselves in and rest… we’ll continue looking for your brother after”.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 13:52:31 GMT -6
It was proving to be difficult to see and work out exactly what was going on. The interaction between Lukas and the stranger was just that little bit too far away to pick up on what words were being muttered. Like lost secrets echoing in the shadows, those words were distant and unreachable. No matter how much she desperately tried to strain her ears, Emma could just not work it out. It was virtually impossible to read the stranger’s lips, and the fact that Norway’s back was to her certainly did not help the situation for Belgium in any way, shape or form. Yes, she was letting her curiosity get the better of her, but currently was not having much success in the snooping department. Still, the blonde woman was trying everything she could to get an ear shot; standing on her tip-toes to try and see over Norway’s feathered hat, craning her neck and poking her head out of the doorframe. Nothing seemed to be aiding her in her nosey endeavours.
The tension, however, she was able to sense from her far distance. And my oh my, it could have been cut with a knife, it was so thick. Though the words may not have reached her hearing, Belgium had a clear view of Norway’s back. His posture said everything. He was rigid, tense. Whatever conversation was taking place, it certainly was not a favourable one. Why else would Lukas be so… uptight? Then again, Norway wasn’t usually the friendliest of nations. Even so, she herself had been unable to shake that sense of impending… danger when the mysterious figure had first made his presence known to them. No, something was definitely wrong about the entire situation. Emma just couldn’t put her finger on what it was exactly. She had hoped that the interaction between this stranger and her fellow nation would provide more of a clue, however that seemed not to be the case this time.
Well, that was until the stranger suddenly revealed his true form.
She had been able to catch that from where she was standing, and Belgium couldn’t help or find a way to stop the horrified gasp that torn from her throat as she stumbled backwards, out of the threshold and back into the kitchen once more. What was that?! It had been hideous, foul, the sort of image you are much more likely to see in your nightmares.
Quite suddenly, Emma became much more aware of their situation in this godforsaken manor. Norway had told her that this place was… more than what it seemed. More than she could ever imagined in her worst nightmares. The sight before her just seemed to be evidence of that statement. Belgium was becoming much more aware of her and her fellow nation’s predicament just from that one sight. They were all trapped in a manor full of… monsters? It sounded like something from a tacky horror movie, however it seemed to be the only thing that made sense now.
But Norway was alone with one of those beasts right now.
An unexplainable panic filled the blonde woman, and she quickly ran towards the door again, eyes frantically darting around to see if the Norwegian was all right…. And then the other nation stumbled into the safety of the kitchen, with no sign of the demonic man following him. It took a moment for Emma to process what was going on, but the moment she realised that the stranger seemed to have vanished into thin air, she sprang into action once again. Norway… he seemed frail. She should probably see to him and find out what the matter was.
The female nation had barely an opportunity to turn around and open her mouth before the man was suddenly snapping at her, his voice strict and cold. His snapped words momentarily caused the woman to jump, stunned by the harsh tone in his voice. It was… surprising. Something must have shaken Lukas up enough to cause him to act in such a way. Emma did not question it, however, and firmly nodded in reply before she went about, doing what she had been instructed to do. The fridge was ignored, and cupboard doors began to be thrown open in a panicked rush. By the sound of urgency in Norway’s voice, the two of them had to be quick. Now was not the time to be fussy about what the kitchen had to offer, even if the food available was not exactly gourmet.
The basket grew heavier and heavier with each item that was hurriedly tossed into it; anything that seemed salvageable and edible was taken. Tinned food, powdered milk and eggs, cereals, everything was seized. Emma could certainly whip up a few decent meals with this lot. Of course, it would not exactly be five star, gourmet dining, but this was the best the situation had to offer, and Belgium had learnt to improvise over the years. She could not let Lukas, or herself for that matter, go hungry. Following the male nation’s advice though, the refrigerator was avoided like the plague. Clearly, the food she had found in there had been far too good to be true, and though she was unsure of what exactly the problem seemed to be, it had clearly been something bad (to say the least) to have caused Norway to react in such a way. Olive green eyes momentarily made their way over to the aforementioned man, and she hated to admit it, but Emma couldn't help a momentary pang of hurt and anger at the sight of him vomiting up her waffles. The thoughts were quickly pushed to the back of her mind with a shake of her head, however.
Don’t be ridiculous, Emma. Now’s not the time to be taking things personally.
The blonde woman eventually ceased her frantic removal of food items from the cupboard, and quickly span on her heels to face her companion once again. He looked… dreadful. A complete mess. Pale, sickly, frail. Retching up the little sustenance he had received was clearly taking its toll on the Nord, and any prior emotions of anxiousness were soon consumed with worry at the sight of his whitened face. Allowing her more maternal instincts to take over for a moment or two, Emma stepped forward and quickly reached up to hold the man’s face in her hands, examining him thoroughly. Her expression was much more serious than usual; olive irises quickly darting over his face to take in every little detail. Her lips were pressed tightly together in a frown of concentration, brow creased slightly as she continued taking in every little detail about the man. She was going to have to make sure he did not pass out from a dip in blood sugar, judging by his appearance.
“Ja,” Emma eventually replied to his statement when she finally pulled away from him. “You need to rest. It looks like your blood sugar has dropped. I can make you something to eat once we are away from here and safe. But… in the meantime…” She paused, before reaching into her basket and pulling out a bar of dark Belgian chocolate; one of her finest brands. The sweet (along with about… five others as well) had been hiding in the carrier ever since Belgium had arrived at this God awful place, as an emergency snack. Now seemed like an emergency to her. The crisp silver foil was quickly torn away, and the food was placed in Lukas’ hands. “Eat up. It’ll give you a bit of energy for now.”
Not waiting to see if he had decided to follow her advice, Emma reached up to the nape of her neck and quickly untied the red ribbon that had been decorating her hair. She had noticed that fringe of Norway’s flopping into his line of sight; that must have been irritating. No words were spoken as she ran the soft fabric through her fingers, then moved to stand behind the other European. She didn't wait for Lukas to say anything, instead gently taking his hair, pulling it back and out of his face, and tying it in a ponytail with the red ribbon.
“Look after this now, Lukas. Grand frère gave it to me as a gift,” her tone was soft as the fabric was tied tightly, keeping those pale locks of his out of his eyes. When the job was said and done, all that was left to do was get out of this room as quickly as possible. Shifting the basket once more so it hung from the crook of her arm, Belgium offered her Norwegian companion a smile and a small nod of her head. “We’d better get a move on. Then, maybe I can help you find your brother as well. Bien?”
She did not wait for a response from the man, and instead gently took one of his arms and slowly lead him out of the kitchen, her olive green eyes darting between the floor and the hallway ahead of them, keen and alert for any signs of danger that could have raised its head. Norway had made a promise that he would keep Belgium safe earlier on; in Belgium’s mind she had to do the same. In a strange place such as this manor, who knew what might jump out from the shadows when you were least expecting it.
Once they were away from the kitchen, the Belgian was leading her fellow European up a flight of steps to the next floor. All she could do was hope that they could find somewhere safe to rest for a while. Then, maybe, they would both be more productive in the search for the other nations.
She could only hope that things would start to turn around now…
[[OOC: ;w; Ohmygosh I finally posted. Hope this was okay/sort of worth the wait! Now I guess we can close this thread and move on, ja?]]
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