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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]

[ 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.

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

Ya can't get independence before your big sister. [ Meaning she is jealous yes. ]

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

I s-suppose you're from a different time. Ah... This is very very weird.

I-In my time, you---or well your boy self... if that makes sense---is already independent. For... about a century now.

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

[ There is a very long pause and Norway isn't looking at him. She has kind of a weird feeling, independent. Without having to be in a union with anyone else. ]

... 'n everyone recognizes it? [ Because she declared independence decades ago and everyone was just a jerk about it. ] Don't have ta depend on anyone?

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

... Ja that's... correct.

[ This is weird. Weirder than cowboys. ]

T-This must be very hard for you to take in. I'm sorry if I said that a little too quickly.

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

[ She reaches out to ruffle his hair again, but this time her hand just kind of stays there. She's definitely happy but can anyone tell. Maybe Ice can if he looks closely.

... And alright now she's going to lean over and pull him into a hug and he will have to deal with it. Because after five hundred years of having to live with Denmark and Sweden she is allowed some happiness. ]

Thanks, Ice.

[ice-creamland.livejournal.com]

Eh----?

[ blushing x 10. Can you tell that he is not good with this? ]

U-Uh j-ja of course...