doesn't think he's heard Berwald hum so excitedly before! It all just sounds like grunts before! He wonders what's up! o3o
isn't sure the American could handle the beauty that is a talent filled singing competition.
can handle it like a boss!!! A singing competition??? o3o
embarrassed to have been caught, and stops as soon as he realizes that someone else was around… but he just couldn't contain his excitement!
why Berwald was a little bit more stern than ever. Or was that excitement? He watches him while slurping some soda.
holds out a small ad for the music festival that was covered in bright colors and Swedish writing.
tries to sneak a peek at the little poster ad, but the mad was big and he blocked the view. ;3;
frowned. "M's'c f'st'val."
( Oh were you holding it out to him? XD )
( either or, it's all in Swedish anyway, so it's not like he'd be able to read it. xD )
( Yep! he wouldn't at all! )
looks at the ad and stares at it. "This is really colorful! ... what is it again? Mucus fest ball?" o3o? He didn't understand what he said.
sighed and spoke more slowly, though not any more clearly what-so-ever. "M's'c…f'st'val."
tries to listen to it more carefully. "Mosaic... fist.. val?"
pinches the bridge of his nose. "M's'c... f'st'val." He thought he was speaking perfectly clearly!
winces when he gets pinched. "Owowowoww!!" He pulls away and finally listens really carefully. "...M's'c.. Music.. Oh! Music festival!_
You should have said that the first place!"
stared at him blankly. Was he that hard to understand, or was America *really* that daft? He preferred to go with the second. "Ja…"
now looks back at the ad again and smiles. "This looks fun, Berwald! Where is it?? At your place?"
nodded, and pointed to four different words on the ad. They were cities in Sweden, though he doubted America knew that. "'s in Goth'nb'rg,
L'nk'ping, M'lmo, 'n' St'ckh'lm."
( You know he's gonna be an idiot again here XD )
blinks. Blinks again. Uhh what did he say again? "... Got bird, Linkin Park, Alamo, and...Sherlock Holmes? ...Huh?"
decided rather than trying to correct him he would nod in agreement. "Ja."
blinks at him and also nods, still confused as hell though. "Ohh... are you gonna be singing too, Berber? Can I call you that?"
darkened his expression. That was the most ridiculous nickname he'd ever heard… but he didn't want to upset America… so he shrugged. "'f y'
w'nt… 'n' no. 'm n't s'ng'n'." Though he had always dreamt of being able to sing in the Eurovision contest.
( XDDD *is laughing at himself again* )
(( *is cracking up at you* ))
smiles happily. "Okay! Yeah! It's an awesome nick, yeah? And aww... you're not? I never heard you sing before, so yeah... thought it would_
cool and all." He shrugs while kicking his off the ground.
(( It seems like I keep naming you with ridiculous nicknames XD ))
"S'rry… D'n't s'ng." He shrugged it off.
pouts. "Aww~ have you ever tried???" o3o
nodded. He regularly sang in the safety of his own home, where no one could see.
perks up. "Can I hear ya, buddy???" o7o
shook his head firmly. There was no way in hell he was singing in front of the American.
"Eeehh? No? Why not? Come on, Berber! Just even one line from a song!" D8>
shook his head again. The only time he sang in front of people was when he had drinken far too much.
about this. "...Have you sang in front of Tino?" o3o
nodded. He had sung in front of all his family, but they'd known one another for hundreds of years…
pouts. "Then why not sing in front of me?? I'm a good buddy of yours, right???"
... stared at him, then shook his head.
pouts deeper as he nudges him lightly.
ignores the nudge. He's not singing in front of him.
a persistent son of a gun. "Come on, Berber~"
wasn't going to give in, especially with that nickname. "Nej."
"Pleaaaaasssseeeee???" He gives him a puppy eyes. 3B>
unmoved by the puppy eyes.
no clue why but he starts tickling the bigger nation. "Come on, Berwald~"
let's out a very unmanly yelp as he jumped away, swatting at his hands.
blinks. Berwald is ticklish?? Ooohhh interesting. "Heeh~ Come on now, Big Berber." He grins deviously.
does not like the look in Alfred's eyes. He steps away slowly with a dark frown.
chuckling as he steps forward. "Gonna sing yet??"
"Nej." He said firmly, scowling at him in the hope that it would scare him off.
if he's not afraid of the Russian, he is not afraid of the him. He just stares with a grin, and two grabby hands,
huffed under his breath and started walking away briskly. He wasn't going to let the threat of tickling convince him to sing.
just following right after him with a big grin on his lips.
can practically *feel* the grin on Al's face. He tries to ignore it and walks a bit faster.
|He has a piercing grin, no? He finally just dashes up in front of him, stopping him from anymore attempts of escape.
watches Al with a dark look on his face.
laughs at the way he was looking at him and pats him on the shoulder. "Aww.. Berber... okay.. fine... " He sighs heavily. "I got it..."
almost sighed in relief, but kept it to himself.
pouts and sulks, looking down at his feet. "Okay then.. I hope you have fun with your Music fest, Berwald..." He turns around and starts_
tried to ignore the guilt in his stomach. "Th'nks."
"Ah. I forgot.. here..." He still had the poster ad with him and rightfully returns it to its owner. "Good luck with this, yeah?"
"… Y' sh'ld c'me ch'ck 't out."
blinks and looks at him. "Huh?"
"Y' sh'ld c'me w'tch 't."
( I am so tempted to just ask 'what?' again XD )
blinks and nods. "Well... when is it, Berber?"
"Tw'lvth, n'nt'nth, 'n' tw'nt'-s'xth." He pointed to the random numbers on the small ad.
Good thing he pointed at the date on the ad, because all he heard was just gibberish. "Oh I see! Well I'll see if I can come, Berber!"
thought he spoke perfectly clear. He nodded silently.
smiles and pats him a bit hard on the shoulder out of excitement. "Okay then! I'll see you there! I better hear you sing then!" >7<
... nodded, hoping that he really would come. More people should appreciate the glorious singing shows in Sweden.
come!! It looks pretty cool and he does like watching music festival! Oh how he misses the Woodstock festival!
doesn't think he realizes what type of music festival it is, but says nothing. He'd realize it soon enough.
( Alrighty then, he will see you in 4 days =u= )