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Post by hugatree on Feb 23, 2013 19:19:48 GMT -6
Oh so carefully walking forward with the monstrosity of a bookcase clutched in his hands as Finland backstepped towards the door, Berwald blinked to moisten his scratchy eyes. He never liked crying because his eyes always burned and he would get really hot and prickly. The fact that crying was always the result of something or another related to family never helped. Last time he cried was when Russia- The bastard...[/color]- had taken Finland away from him. That had certainly been a dark time for him personally. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get Finland back and that had been the worst part.
Blinking rapidly to clear the miserable thoughts from his mind in order to better help his friend the exhaustion he had managed to fight off came surging back. Just like Danmark after he'd been drinking and pushing for a fight, though he kept that thought to himself despite the laugh it might tempt from Finland. Flexing his jaw as a feeble attempt to mask the yawn engulfing his face. This damnable place had kept him awake and on edge for god only knew how long and after entering the room his body just couldn't take it anymore. It wouldn't be surprising if he was awake solely because he was too stubborn to admit he was tired. His stubbornness would be the death of him one day. But man was he tired. The second this bookcase was in place he was going to curl up in a ball and sleep for a year. Or until he died.
He hoped the year came first.
As Finland continued to back up something completely unexpected happened. Berwald sneezed. When his head came forward to slam against the marbled wood his hands reflexively loosened their hold and sent his end crashing to the ground. Oops.[/color]. That was definitely a dangerous accident. Hopefully no one and nothing heard that. Scrambling to recover his original grip on the wood and resume his part of the operation Berwald looked over at Finland frantically, bloodshot eyes speaking volumes of his apology.
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Your head will collapse, but there's nothing in it and you'll ask yourself: Where is my mind?
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Post by Finland (x) on Feb 24, 2013 15:02:40 GMT -6
| time falls away but These small hours still remain Ugh, this was heavy! Tino craned his neck back, trying to peer over his shoulder to watch where he was going. Luckily, it was a clear back from the pile of books that he carefully stepped around to the door. It wouldn't be too hard to navigate the heavy-ass piece of furniture in place. The only thing that pricked Tino's mind was the possibility of something attacking from the inside. He didn't know how, but if something got in here from the vents, then they'd be screwed. This thing wasn't exactly easy to move, so it a situation where they were under siege, they'd have to fight. The Fin swallowed, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth. Avoiding fights was really the best thing here... getting injured only meant that one would be easier to kill by the next monster. Breathing out a sigh, Tino imagined peering through the door. Prior to entering the room, he had been pursued by a cat-like thing with no flesh on its white skull. It wasn't the first time Tino had seen the beast, and he had luckily gotten away from it both times without damage. The Fin idly wondered how Berwald got into this room without being shredded to pieces. He had no signs of fighting something, at least not in the past hour. His breath had been constant when he entered, and he had convinced Tino that he was physically unscathed. The only thing that was obviously ailing the Swede was his total lack of sleep for god knows how long. Tino could feel the man's fatigue through the bookcase, as it occasionally scraped the ground on the other Nordic's end. Tino didn't comment on it. As they neared the door, Tino felt the other end of the bookcase suddenly drop, even before he heard the hushed sneeze and the resulting bang from the wooden structure colliding with the ground. In that instant, Tino froze and gently shifted his end down to the ground almost silently. Berwald peaked around the edge, ready to move it again, but Tino wasn't looking at Berwald. The Fin was staring at the wood in front of his forehead in utter focus. However, Tino wasn't focusing on his vision. He was tuning out his eyesight in favour of his other guiding sense. Tino was listening. The Nordic didn't breath. He didn't blink. He didn't budge whatsoever. He could easily hear his own heartbeat pulsing under his chest. He could also hear Berwald's breathing quite clearly. That wasn't what he was searching for. Tino strained his ears, desperately trying to determine is there was any sense of movement in the hall behind him. He did not move for a good minute, finally opting to inhale the breath that his lungs were craving. They were still alone. Lifting his end quickly and quietly, Tino helped the larger man orient the bookcase across the door. Yep... nothing was getting through that. At least... not easily. Giving his arms a bit of a stretch to relax the taunt muscles in his shoulders, Tino smiled to the taller nation. "Coast seems clear. Now, bed," Tino insisted, prodding the nations side as he tried to push him over to one of the dusty couches. WORDS! 541 TAGS! Finland; Sweden NOTES! Quick reply for a study break! | |
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Post by hugatree on Mar 15, 2013 22:01:11 GMT -6
Berwald would forever deny the unmanly noise that snaked it's way from him when Tino urged him along. It wasn't something that a vicious former viking should be able to make. It was high and short, cute even, and a complete contrast to the guttural, threatening war cries that ripped apart his throat and stole away his words. He had never once made that noise not even when he was a child. It was surprise and astonishment with hints of indignation and embarassment. Danmark would make this sound but not Berwald, not the mighty Sverige! But..... he had. He had and there was the overwhelming need to crawl under the rug and hide.
But being the mighty nation he was Berwald simply shuffled along like an abandoned puppy, sticking to Tino's side like a parasite- Grimacing at the unfortunate comparison he just made about himself as he prayed Tino didn't think the same, Berwald unceremoniously flung himself onto the sofa. With his face buried in the cushions and limbs hanging over the edges the thought that this wasn't the worst place he'd ever slept rose like fog in his mind. It certainly beat the wretched time he woke up dressed in his viking wear in the lion enclosure at a zoo...... He was still iffy on how that actually happened and where he managed to find those clothes.
A soundless chuckle shook his torso as he remembered being picked up from jail. Tino had been so furious...... A murmur of appreciation flooded through him at the memory. Tino had always been there when he needed him, even as a child. He had always scared him senseless yet never once had Tino pushed him away. He continued being the helpful individual he always had been regardless of the terror Berwald may have accidentally put him through. Admiration had always been a key part of how he perceived Tino and he never could recall when those feelings for the Fin had grown deeper; it just clicked one day and he had simply known.
Yet..... He never voiced these feelings. He had started calling Tino his wife, hoping he understood the sentiment. He didn't and all he got was irritation. Now that he reflected upon his thoughts it occurred to him that he didn't take Tino's feelings into consideration, even after all these centuries. A slight turn of the head and Berwald's ocean eyes stared across the room, remorse painted in the bright depths. "Sorry f'r calling y' my w'fe," a thick swallow to choke down the nerves and a voice that cracked under the near inaudible volume, "just wanted y' t' know I loved y'....."
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