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The Republic of Finland ❆ Tino Väinämöinen ([personal profile] ex_finnish_604) wrote2010-07-21 08:43 pm

Kahdeksan ♰ Action

[If you were to ask someone that's spoken to Finland more than once, they'd agree that he's almost always smiling or overreacting to something pointless. However, nobody can smile forever, and Finland isn't an exception. Despite being the "odd one out" of his family, he did share some of their traits. The infamous Nordic lineface wasn't one of them, but if one happens to be anywhere between Brady Lane and Mitchell Road (precisely house number 1450), they'll have the semi-rare opportunity to see Finland with a straight face.

He's more so pondering than upset, yet he's walking with his eyes to the ground, not to mention that he's carrying a rifle on his back. It may take him a moment to respond, but you're more than free to bother him. Something just doesn't seem right.]

[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Really, if Finland is the odd one out for not having a lineface, so is Denmark (he's also not terribly fond of that metal music). But today, sick as he is, is the clear exception. All his conversations blended together in his head, a half-forgotten blur already - even his argument with Finland. The pain is lesser, thanks to some magic, but the high from that has worn off; he's only half conscious, lying on the living room sofa and staring blankly up at the ceiling.

He doesn't even really make the effort to scratch the persistent itch. ]
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[It seemed like it took weeks to reach Denmark's doorstep, but though he hadn't realized it, Finland had been walking at an incredibly slow pace the entire time.

He hesitates for a moment before ringing the doorbell and giving a small sigh.]

[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't really respond, although he hears the bell. He's had enough socializing for now, which is a worrying thought in itself.

The puppy—Gave, Sweden's birthday gift to Denmark—however, barks and runs at the door, paws scrabbling at it like he's trying to find a way to pull it open for the guest. He barks several more times. ]
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[After a moment of hesitation, he extends a hand and slowly opens the door.]

Danmark? You're here, aren't you?

[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ He is, in fact. The couch is laid out so that the head faces the door and the tail goes straight; it's immediately visible when opening the door. Denmark is lying so that his head is closest, and facing away. He doesn't respond, although—again—he hears and is aware. Still feeling a bit cold towards him, and without the motivation to bother. Maybe Finland will think he's asleep and leave.

Gave, meanwhile, barks and runs around hyperactively, glad to see a guest. ]
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[It's only natural for him to scoop up the puppy, stroking its fur as he makes his way over in Denmark's general direction. He's no doctor, but he can't help but be a bit shocked at how awful Denmark looks.]

Hey, Danmark?

[He opens his mouth to begin another sentence before hesitating and choosing not to keep silent at the very last moment.]

[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a larger puppy, and getting bigger; he's a farm dog breed. He wriggles happily, at at rate, squirming and trying to lick and sniff.

Denmark finally responds, sort of, glancing from ceiling to Finland and back again. Then to Finland. His breathing is fast; not gasping, but too quick for his overall stillness. ]
Not in the mood.
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Can't you at least talk to me? I already told you that I'm trying to help.

[He idly begins scratching Gave behind the ears.]

[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Feeling spiteful, or just tired, he doesn't. But then again, Denmark was never that great at keeping quiet. He goes back to the ceiling-watching as Gave enjoys the scratching. ]

How's the weather?
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
The same as it always is here. Sunny and mild.

[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. [ Just a sound, really. Back to staring at the ceiling (the puppy is wriggling and being friendly and hyper, and will continue to be both). ]
Edited 2010-07-22 01:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[After another few minutes of petting the puppy, he releases it and sets it on the ground. Silence continues hanging in the air before Finland naturally breaks it.]

You look bad.

[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gave scampers off, probably to go bother the cat. Denmark glances sideways over at Finland again. He's not normally prone to sarcasm, not usually getting it, or trying to, but— ]

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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[On any other day he'd raise an eyebrow to that.]

Now's not the time to gain a sense of humour. You're basically bedridden. Don't you want to move again?

[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Already moved out of bed.
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
So you're really stubborn enough to not let anyone take you to the hospital?

[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ain't no goddamn point. [ Snapped, tiredly, looking back sharp at Finland. ]
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
So you're resigning to death? You're just going to wait until you die and suffer all the while?

[He adjusts his expression to match Denmark's.]

You're stupider than I thought.

[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ He struggles to sit himself up a bit, wincing and clenching as it hurts his stomach. He gives up once he's an inch or two higher, glaring at him—hotly, not cold. ] Won't have ya talk to me like that.
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
You can't stop me if you can't even sit up. Why can't you accept help every once in a while? Nobody can do absolutely everything on their own.

[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ He takes several deep, slow breaths, then tries again, yanking himself up before the pain can hit him completely. It does then, of course, and he clenches his mouth hard, sitting up, face screwed, head thrown back at the ceiling. Pure stubbornness. Look—he can sit up. ]
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[And all too quickly he raises his voice without warning pushing Denmark's shoulders down toward the couch again.]

Are you kidding me?! Lay back down, idiot!

[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Unexpected. It's his stomach that's white-hot with pain, not his shoulders, but at this point the jolt enough is cause for pain. He automatically balls up his left fist and takes a swing at Finland, but it's weak, loose, not well-aimed. ]

Don't ya— [ He's lost his breath, and can't finish his sentence for catching it. ]
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[The reaction was half expected, half surprising. He misses Denmark's fist by leaning slightly to his right, but even still, he feels a bit guilty. It takes a moment for him to cast his eyes toward the ground.]


[identity profile] atvaere.livejournal.com 2010-07-22 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ He has to take a minute before he can reply. ]

The fuck are ya doing here.
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[And bluntly:]

I'm either going to take you to the hospital or shoot you. It's your choice.
kongeriget: (hah...)

[personal profile] kongeriget 2010-07-22 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's silent, just staring, and then the corners of his mouth twitch up. ] Shoot me?
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh God, he's smiling back.]

I brought my rifle with me.
kongeriget: (calm)

[personal profile] kongeriget 2010-07-22 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Don't make me fucking laugh, it hurts too much. [ Still smiling, but the colder edge is creeping in. ]
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[It only takes a second, maybe two, for his expression to neutralize once again.]

I'm being serious, you know. I'm not going to let you suffer. You have to do something.
kongeriget: (cold)

[personal profile] kongeriget 2010-07-22 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
There's nothing to do. [ He almost mentions that someone magically neutralized what there was to neutralize - even if the failure itself wasn't repaired - but bites that back, staring almost thoughtfully up at the other. ]
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[personal profile] survived 2010-07-22 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Well you can't just give up, can you? You're stronger than that.