ex_finnish_604: (Everything may not be perfect)
[It had been weeks. Months, even. Two of them. Two months of smiling and going about life as normal aside from staying inside a little more often. Not much had changed, really. There were times he wished it would rain and times that all he wanted to do was stay outside and stare up at the perfect clouds all day. He continued to take saunas, mostly alone.

But today? Today was different, for Finland had decided to take some time to think alone outside, first on the porch before eventually settling on one of the old metal swings belonging to the park's vacant swingset. After all, the sun was beginning to set and all of the good little drone children had already run home to the scent of their smiling drone mothers' cooking. It would do for now. Only passerbys would notice him this way, men coming home from work or the occasional person going for a walk. It didn't matter, did it? No, of course not.

He draws circles in the dirt with the toe of his shoe, carefully inspecting the cross-shaped pendant in his hand. Though the bright smile Finland is known for is notably absent, his distant stare coupled with his expression don't seem to portray sadness as much as listless apathy or deep, deep thought. However, it's unusual to see him completely alone. Maybe company was really what he needed the most.]
ex_finnish_604: (Many times I've cried but)
[A certain Finland is in the park, sitting cross-legged beneath a tree and making very meticulous small stitches in a fluffy material. His eyebrows are furrowed and he's trying very hard to be careful, yet there are bandages covering at least three of his fingers. The box of Band-Aids beside the bit of cotton and cloth scraps at his side seem to indicate that he's having the slightest bit of trouble.

He flinches as he pricks his finger with the needle once again, letting out a small cry in the process.]


Hemmetti!
ex_finnish_604: (AWKWARD BED STARE)
[If anyone happens to be awake in the middle of the night, they're likely to hear a loud clatter as Finland's phone is flung from its receiver. A bit of mumbling can be heard from the other side of the line before the sheets rustle and footsteps can be heard. Treasure the brief moment of silence (or is that screaming in the background) that follows this, considering that--]

EEEEHHHHHHHHH?!  S-Swe--?!

Swe, what are you doing?!

[ooc: Sweden basically came in Finland's house and kidnapped his drone wife. That is, he literally put her over his shoulder and left the room.]

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