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[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

Characters: Iceland + Herra (Puffin) - you may choose to not have Herra talk if you wish.
Setting: Fourth floor
Format: Prose or Action is good
Summary: Iceland is tuning out as he is trying to figure out what in the world is going on---or the world that used to be a world. Then there is an argument. 
Warnings: I dunno.

Glass.

Beyond the horizon was nothing more than a heap of unexplainable objects, all broken and bettered beyond recognition - things that had a significance but was now merely part of a whole nothing. The hazy plume was on the prowl, lurking around the territory he claimed as his. His gray coat percolated the area in a strangely enchanting way. Iceland was watching. He stood in the middle of the wide glass panel. The vista was endless. Grotesquely beautiful. Curious and yet familiar. He was sure that he was unsure; he felt ambivalent about how he felt about the view.

Ah, then he remembered what he had forgotten. 

Iceland prodded Herra, who has been sitting on his left shoulder quietly for the longest period on record (4 minutes). "Were you the one who ate that bag of licorice I opened the other night?"

"Err---" began the black-clad bird in a gruff baritone voice, "Well ya left it open fer a reason, didn'ya?"

"I let you eat the other bag."

"Ja but ya ripped me off. There was only half of nuthin' in there!"

A small quarrel ensued.

Comments

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

[ I-IT'S JUST PUFFIN. YOU'RE VERY MUCH A LADY TO ME---i think ]

I... I... I'm not quite sure. I don't remember boobs a sister... But ah... I-I can tell that you are also Norway.

Y-Yet I d-don't really understand this at all.

[ He then wonders if there is a female version of him out there somewhere. And a female version of Danmark---ohgod the chills. Herra laughs at him. ]

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

[ Oh Ice so cute. But she is resisting ruffling his hair until he is a little more calm. ]

There're different worlds, 'pparently. In yours, everyone's the opposite gender of the ones in mine. Get it? [ Because gosh this is not hard to understand obviously!! ]

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

[ Would be doing some deep breathing but he is in a presence of a lady and such acts are ridiculously embarrassing and rude and very bad and Herra would surely make fun of him and---

ok sort of calming down now. Hm yes. Just as he had assumed.]

I s-see. That's... odd...

So... y'think there's a female version of me? [SNERK] Bet she's a beaut eh? Besides that, imagin' a female Island! Hehh! As if he isn't girly already!

[ TRYING VERY HARD TO IGNORE HIM. CAN YOU SEE IT IN HIS FACE? - clears throat. Now for derps. ]

W-Well... Hallo... I s-suppose. It's nice to meet you---again---... oh. We haven't met yet. [FIDGET FIDGET]

Yeh he's completely speechless.

Shut up.

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

[ Alright now she is going to ruffle his hair. ]

How's Den treatin' ya? [ She assumes he is also from 1848!! Just looks a little too old for some reason, chalk it up to the different world. ]

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

[ Oh---hair ruffling. This is normal. Too normal---e-except the rufflin' is from a girl jadkajsda. Blushesx5 ]

He's a moron and he talks too much. I have to share a room with him now.

[ Yep he totes didn't realize that. ]

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

Make him sleep outside. Or ya can stay in my room. [ She misses her little sister OK. ]

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound like a bad idea 'ctually~ I personally like ta latter.

I-I would love to. [ wait] --Kick Denmark out, I-I mean. A-And wouldn't that be erm. Improper? P-Perhaps? [ and his voice may have cracked at the 'per-' part.]

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

Improper? Kids gotta stay with an adult. 'n Den hardly counts as an adult.

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

... [ Straightens up posture a bit. Age is a srs business. ]

I'm not... a kid. However that bit about Dan is... very true. S-Still I don't think we can um... switch rooms.

And ah----never mind.

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

Is that so. Ya don't like me? [ She will have fun messing with him. ]

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

[ You are the w-worst. ]

W-What? N-Nei I did not say that! I-I did not mean that.

[ Waits for Herra to say something----he flies off.]

I'mma get s'more licorice. [ bloody bird is better off in a hamburger. ]

E-Er...

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

[ She glances off to Herra before looking back to Iceland to stare him down. ]

Ya don't want to spend time with your big sister, then?

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

... I ah... I d-do but we're spending time with each other now r-right?

[ Loopholes = bff ]

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

So ya won't mind spendin' the day together. [ She grabs onto his shoulder with a strong grip so that he cannot escape he will never escape. ]

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

-------Uh.

[ O-Oh no. ohno.ohno.ohno.ohno. ohnononononononono------Gulps. Composure must be held.]

I do---ahh I mean I don't. What... will we do though?

[ Why are sisters more intimidating. ]

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

[ Well she will just lead him over to one of the chairs and sit in the one next to his!! ]

Talk about how things're goin' for ya. Back home.

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

[ Uh ok.

Sitting. Uncomfortable? Check. ]

Home... Oh... ah---you mean... before this place... Well. The economy wasn't any better than before---say, compared to four years ago. All England's fault.

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

[ Iceland's economy wasn't great the last time she saw her either. ]

Ya mean Den's fault. [ A pause. ] Lotta things are England's fault too, though.

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

[ Shush he didn't even have anything back then. ]

Well... as much as I'd like to blame him, it wasn't his fault. [ insert painful sigh here - glances away. ]

He's stupid. He was jealous of me and now he's pouring salt on my wound. Not sure if it matters anymore since... Well. [ Hello the world is gone - most of it. ]

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

[ She would respond to the other part later, but clearly there is a much bigger issue here. Everything is Denmark's fault has she taught you nothing, Iceland. ]

What're ya talkin' about? He's not lettin' ya trade with anyone, right?

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

[ Everything can be Denmark's fault but he wasn't at fault this time! What surprise! He learned what loopholes are after reading legal monetary contracts.

sob. ]

No... not really. Rather, he wants money back from the stock crash a few years ago. He demands interest rates in addition to the money lost from the crash. So he's going around making me look bad during council meetings.

[ SEEEETH ]

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

[ Wow no one is allowed to bully her baby brother like that she will hurt them. Oh but first-- ]

What year do ya think it is? [ Because Denmark apparently thinks it's 1703; that might explain this confusion. ]

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

[ Confusion by the slightest amount times five divided by one. ]

2011....?


[ Is this a trick question. ]

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

You were probably hit by the same thing Den was.

It's 1848, Ice.

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

...Nei, it's 2011. I'm very very sure. My independence was on year 1944.