appears in front of him out of nothing. "Tired?"

doesn't even try to figure out where Denmark came from. "Yeah."

chuckles, crossing his arms and pulling a chair, sitting in front of him. "Poor, poor Berwald..."

Mmm. How're ya?

"Fine, just got my memory back. And you? Missed me?" grins.

he smiles. "Been pining all along."

"Talking like a beast as always...Oh, I missed that sooo much..." rolls his eyes.

Part of m'charm.

winks. "I know." raises a finger, "But, that's not why I am here.."

sits up. "Ya need somethin'?"

ponders for a minute, about tell a drity joke or say something offensive, but resists the temptation. "Well, remember 'bout the sailing trip

_ we were planning?"

nods.

"Well, I wanna know if you're coming or not, so I can set the date...Norge is fine now, and so am I."

"What date d'ya have in mind?" ((I have no school next wed, thurs, fri?))

"Thursday. What do you think?"

"Should be fine. When do we leave?"

"Something around this time? Maybe earlier?"

"Earlier." he pauses for a while, thinking "Need me n'Tino to bring anything?"

"Maps, and.. some ropes, clothing...y'know, the basics...I'll bring the mead, but if you feel like bringing some too..." slightly grins.

"Got a bit t'share."

"Good. But, if Norge asks, the mead is all yours, okay?"

's eyebrows go up. "Why's that?"

waves his hand, discreetly scratching his forehead to hide a rather noticiable scar. "nothing that you need to know...Just agree!"

"Norway don't want ya drinkin'?

looks away with a grumpy expression. "Yeah, now he's bossing me around, can you believe that?! Bitch...."

laughs a little. It's about time that Denmark listens to someone.

glares at him. "not funny...As if he could boss me.." then grins.

If ya say so.

"And why would I lie, Berwald?" laughs a bit.

grins. "In denial."

"Yeah, all of a sudden, he became my -hgow can I say- husband..." glares.

Not a bad thing.

"No, just a horrible thing..." frowns.

also frowns. "That so?"

raises his eyebrow. "Stop playing dumb on purpose, asshole..."

shrugs. "He cares 'bout ya."

sighs. "Sometimes too much..."

Ya *do* get into trouble.

"Says Berwald, the guy who's a saint and nevers gets into a fight...When he gets drunk then, by Odin, I can even see his halo!"

frowns. "Not about me this time."

laughs. "Yeah, Berwald is an indeed common name..."

pinches the bridge of his nose. "Ya want coffee or somethin'?"

grins. "Sure, why not? As long as it's not poisoned..."

gets up and heads for the kitchen. "No promises."

"Oh, damn, but...what about our love?! You can't do that!" groans, smirking.

returns in a bit with two mugs and a kettle. He passes one to Denmark before returning to his seat. "T'love that was doomed from the start."

"We all secretly have a thing for curses." gladly takes one, sipping his coffee.

nods and drinks from his own mug.

rolls his eyes, thinking about something else to bother him with.

shuts his own eyes, still tired from work.

slightly shuts his own eyes, also tired. He sighs, drinking more coffee.

that the quiet is nice.

it and starts mumbling a song.

cracks open one eye. "Pardon?"

sighs. "Just singing...Blasted work, it's some sort of curse, I think...Something you deserve, not me..."

"Been busy?"

"Heckuva lot. I think my boss is PMSing, or Murphy simply loves me too much..."

"Maybe both?"

"Maybe..." laughs, finishing his coffee. He places the mug on a table, stretches and grabs some keys. "Well, better leave...You're boring."

waves him off. "See ya soon."

nods, opening the door and leaving. "See ya~~"