aphanon_meme | part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[Well. He'd recognize that voice anywhere.]

[Bites at his lip, his insides twisting a bit. His brother shouldn't be here.]

[Hesitates, then takes a step forward. He isn't quite visible just yet, and he knows the movement will get Iceland's attention, but he isn't worried. Whatever weapon Iceland was given, he isn't likely to turn it on anyone - if he even knows how to use it.]

Ought to be more quiet. Folk'll hear you.

[He turns his head toward that movement, heart tightening quickly; mind reeling with what to do... But he relaxes when he sees his big brother.]

Can't really help it when the God of weapons decided to give me the heaviest thing they could think of.

...

Should've guessed you'd be dragged into this, too.

[Eyes the bag, sizing it up. From the sound of it, it's something useful - but not practical.]

'Course. I was last time.

[Looks toward Iceland]

And you shouldn't've.

[It sounds almost like he's criticizing him for getting stuck in this -- business.]

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... Well, don't have much choice in the matter. As long as I don't get knee-high in trouble... It can't be that bad...

[He's being optimistic about the whole thing. Stupidly optimistic. Ignorantly optimistic. But he'll drop that thought, noticing his brother eying the bag.]

You curious about it? It's... Well, it's... Something.

[He opens the bag, showing Norway the contents.]

It's a bit big.

[Frowns at the optimism, then looks down at the bag. Is that a -]

You can't even lift that thing, can you.

[... And he can't, either. Disappointing.]

If I got it around my back it'd be easier... I think it's about thirty kilograms. But carrying it all day would be a huge pain.

Forget it.

[Nudges it with his foot, then looks at Iceland, frowning. He isn't pleased with this.]

You can't get around with that business. Best to hide it. You'll last longer.

[Bites his lower lip and looks to the bag.]

Just worried someone else will find it. Well, that and the fact that I'll be completely defenseless without it.

Keep it, then, but you'll make yourself an awful racket draggin' it around.

[And they're making too much noise as it is.]

Now, are you playin' at what they want, or ain't you.

... Okay fine, I'll hide it somewhere. I was only planning to use it in self-defense, anyway.

[He looks up at Norway.]

I don't plan to kill anyone, if that's what you're asking.

[Just as he thought.]

Fine.

[Steps closer to him, touching his brother's shoulder lightly.]

Hide it right good, 'n then go lookin' for the others. Denmark 'n Sweden. Understand?

[He nods. He won't argue with his big bro for once. This is a bit too serious for that.]

Got it.

[He lets that hand sit there for a moment before he stands up, getting himself ready to hide his weapon.]

What do you plan to do?

Goin' off somewhere. Got plans.

[Gives him the flattest, straightest look he can muster.]

Don't look for me. That clear?

[Iceland physically stops at that look. He's had Looks before, but this was different. Not something worth arguing about. He can tell his brother is in no mood to tell him what he's up to.]

Crystal.

[He bites his lower lip once more; tighter this time.]

Well, whatever you're up to... Good luck.

Thanks.

[Gathers up his bag, and turns to go - then stops.]

And be quiet, will you. If I could hear you, so could everyone else.

[Then he's off again, not bothering to stay and listen if Iceland has an answer to that, and not bothering to look back at his brother, either.]

[The game ends when there's only one left. Doesn't it?]

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