Basch
is
laying out in the grass, watching his goats graze. It was a lazy sort of day.
watches him from the trees… or rather, watches the goats. She wondered how soft their hair was.
Basch
is
oblivious to her. But one of his goats has wandered over to chew on her clothes.
stared at the goat before reaching over to pet it cautiously. A few nibbles from her sweater could be easily fixed, and she didn't think_
the goat would try to maim her… but she feared Switzerland like tiny children feared the boogey monster; Mitzi was *horrifying*.
sits up, hearing the sound of the bell getting farther. A splotch of red in the trees alerted him to a human. He pulled out his gun. "Who is
it?!"
jumped at the voice. That was not Mitzi's voice! Had she finally gone through puberty and turned in to a man?! She stared at the gun shakily
and gulped. "I- Iceland…"
narrows his eyes. Iceland? Why was he here? "Come out."
didn't want to go out there when he had a gun! At least here she had trees to hide behind! She slowly stepped out, trying to hide behind_
the goat as best she could. He wouldn't shoot his goat!
stands up and approaches her in slight suspicion. "State your business."
cowered away a bit. Mitzi sure got a lot scarier looking. "I… I was… looking at your goats." She gulped, hoping that didn't insult him. Why_
did he have to carry that gun?!
can see no difference between her and his Iceland besides the voice change. He chalked it up to him being sick or something. "Is that it?"
may have been trying to watch Mitzi since she had heard a rumor that her brother might like her… But the goats were more interesting. She_
continued to cower behind the goat nervously with somewhat fearful eyes. She *really* hated guns.
realizes how terrified the other is and sets his gun down. He wouldn't shoot a sick person. "
"...I won't shoot you."
sighed in relief, but still didn't feel very comfortable so close to the weapon. "Thank you."
stares at her, a little uncomfortable himself. What did she want? "Do you need to lay down? You sound awful."
frowned but refused to look at him and focused on the goat instead. She didn't feel awful, but it had been a long walk;a nap did sound nice.
Basch
is
getting angry by her lack of responses. "Yes or no!"
"I… I guess!" She cried out, trembling a bit from his yelling. Why did he have to be so scary?! Was this what her brother was in to?
huffs when she finally answered, tugging 'him' over to his shaded spot in the grass. "Then lay down."
tried not to look as uncomfortable as she felt as she sat on the shaded spot. If not for feeling so sick to her stomach thanks to nerves it_
would have been a very nice spot. She laid down, more out of fear that he would shoot her if she didn't do what he said. "Thank you." She_
croaked out meekly. She was never visiting Switzerland again.
sits down next to her so that he could look after her. To guard her and to...make sure she behaved. "Rest up and feel better." The sooner, _
the better.
nodded uneasily, though she wondered how anyone could rest next to this! She would have rolled on to her side to look away but then he might
shoot her when she wasn't looking!
settled back down next to her, training his eyes on the sky. He felt awkward, but he couldn't turn away someone sick.
grimaced and felt nauseous. She wouldn't have felt so sick if he wasn't so frightening! How could her brother like someone like this?!
speaks up finally. "...Sorry. I have no medicine to give you right now."
nodded. "It's… It's fine. I don't like medicine." She much preferred herbal remedies, like tea and soup. Not to mention she wouldn't trust_
him not to poison her.
Basch
thinks
about this for a moment before speaking up again. He felt awkward doing this but... "After you rest, I'll make you something to eat."
froze in fear. He was going to poison her! But if she told him no he might just shoot her now! Her heart raced in panic. "T- Thank you."
Basch
has
good intentions. He was oblivious to being misinterpretted though. "Hmph. Just can't have you falling over ill on my land."
isn't used to people having good intentions… and having a gun always at the ready didn't help. She nodded and closed her eyes in an attempt_
to ignore how close he, and his gun, were.
rests there for a while, keeping an eye on her and his goats.
wondered how someone so frightening could live somewhere so peaceful. She shifted uncomfortably and wished she had stayed home today.
Basch
is
proud of his land. He did everything to protect it. After an hour or so, he sits up. "Hey."
had almost felt relaxed until she heard his voice. The nerves in her stomach returned and she tried not to grimace as she forced herself_
up. "Ja?"
stretches. "It is getting late, let's go."
nodded cautiously and stood up as steadily as she could. He didn't seem *as* horrible when he wasn't waving the gun around in a threatening_
manner.
called for his goats, pleased when they came running. They knew they were going to be fed treats when he got home. "This way." He tells her,
leading her towards his home.
followed behind him and leant down to pet the goats in hopes that it would calm her; Her sheep felt softer than they did.
Basch
has
a few sheep too, but he was much fonder of his goats. He holds open the door to his house for her.
wipes her hands on her pants and walked in slowly. "Thank you."
nods a bit and enters, closing the door behind him. "I was going to make cheese fondue for dinner, do you have any complaints?"
"Fondue?" She blinked a few times. She wasn't familiar with that, but she did like anything with cheese in it.
Basch
thinks
for a moment. "You dip bread, or other things in the cheese."
"Oh…" She nodded. That sounded easy, and good. "What kind of cheese?"
moves towards his kitchen. "Tonight is cheddar."
nodded. She enjoyed cheddar, though she didn't eat it very often. "That sounds good." Even if it hadn't she would have said it did.
motions for her to sit. "It will only take a few moments for me to prepare. Please make yourself comfortable."
nodded uneasily and sat down at a chair. The kitchen looked very… comfortable… She had always expected most of the mainland nations to have_
nicer, intimidating houses.
Basch
is
a very humble person. He begins to prepare the food. "What was your name again? Isleifs...something like that?"
blinks a few times. Since when did male Mitzi not know her name? But as she thought about the name she realized it was familiar, and that_
the name was her counterpart's. DAMMIT. "Thora." She said quietly while mentally praying that he wouldn't shoot her.
pauses. "You changed your name? Did Austria set a trend?"
blinked a few times. When did Austria change her name? "Nei…" '*Pleasedon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillme*' She pleaded mentally.
stares at her a little harder. He could have sworn Iceland was a bit more manly too.
hadn't looked at Mitzi very closely, so she was still perfectly content believing that this was simply her Switzerland after puberty. She_
shifted uncomfortably under his stare, but at least he wasn't holding a gun.
Basch
feels
like he is missing something. "Thora is a girl's name, isn't it?"
nodded slowly, ringing her hands in her lap.
wringing*
purses his lips. It made sense now. Iceland wasn't sick. He was a she. "You are my Iceland's counterpart?"
gulped. Counterpart? So this was the male Switzerland and not Mitzi? She nodded cautiously.
Basch
feels
even more awkward now for not realizing sooner. "..............."
Thora
is
getting used to this now; She may as well wear boy's clothes all the time and change her name to a boys name. She stared at her hands in her
lap and tried not to fidget too much.
clears his throat. "I am...Basch."
nodded, but didn't quite look at him yet. "It's nice to meet you, Basch." Even if he frightened her and made her want to run and hide.
Basch
wonders
how she handles Mitzi. "...Yeah..." He continues preparing the meal, setting out the bread and tongs.
avoids her like the plague. "You… You seem nicer than Mitzi." Mitzi had never offered her cheese, and would probably have shot her if she_
thought she looked ill.
Basch
wonders
how to take that. He wasn't very nice at all, but he was nicer to girls he supposed. Sick people too. "...Just don't get too used to it." _
He tells her, a little embarrassed. Once the cheese was cooked, he set it on the table, right in the middle. "Would you like something to_
drink too?"
Thora
wonders
if that's a trick question. "Do you have any milk?" She asked quietly; that seemed like an easy enough request, and she didn't like_
drinking European water; it tasted odd. But she did appreciate that he seemed nice for now.
moves to his fridge. "Is goat milk fine?"
nodded. "I prefer it, thank you." It had a better flavor to it in her opinion, though she wasn't sure how Swiss goat milk tasted.
Basch
has
the best. He prided it. He pours them both a glass and sits down at the table. "Enjoy."
"Thank you." She nodded and took a small sip. It was delicious, but she still preferred Icelandic. "It's very good."
seems pleased. "Danke." He picks up the fork and stabs a piece of bread before dipping it in the cheese.
watches him curiously, perplexed by this 'fondue' idea. She precariously stabbed a small piece of bread and mimicked his movements.
carries it over to his plate where he switches forks to eat the piece. No eating off the dipping fork or double dipping!
carefully does the same, switching to a second fork, though it didn't make a lot of sense to her. The last thing she wanted to do was insult
his weird customs. She ate it slowly, savoring the flavor. She wished she got to eat cheddar more at home.
seems satisfied by her attempts. "Usually fondue is meant to be eaten with more people. You play games and such..."
frowned. "You play games with your food?"
shakes his head. "Sort of, more like it happens naturally. It's not easy to keep the bread on the fork when dipping." He explains, trying_
to make conversation. "When men drop the bread in the pot, we have them buy drinks. If a woman drops it, she has to kiss her neighbors."
"Oh." She said slowly. She was glad they didn't have more people there to play games; that sounded horrifying! "That sounds interesting."
enjoys the drinking part. Not so much the being kissed part. "It is I suppose. Good fun after a festival."
would much prefer the drinking part as well. She nodded. "What kind of festivals do you have here?" She knew nothing about Switzerland, but_
he was being nice, and had a lot of guns, so she would try to make friendly conversation.
tilts his head, thinking of the first one to come to mind. "Sechseläuten in Zurich is always a sight to see. It is to usher in spring and_
say good bye to winter."
didn't think she had any festivals like that, but it sounded fun. "What do you do there?"
eats another bread ball before speaking. "It starts on Friday and ends on the third Monday of April. On Monday bands play in the streets in_
the Old town area. Balls are held on Saturday in the evening and on Sunday there is a large parade. Finally, on Monday we burn the Boog."
stared at him trying to take it all in. That lasted a long time, and sounded very… busy and exciting. But she was confused. "What's a Boog?"
cracks a small smile at that. "The Boog is what we use to symbolize winter. He is a large snowman. We stuff him with fireworks and place _
him on top of an unlit bonfire. Once it hits six pm, Bells ring and drum bands begin to play. The fire is lit and white robed horsemen ride_
around the fire. The faster the Boog's head explodes, the better summer will be for everyone...Or so they say."
stared at him, at first surprised by the fact that he was smiling over something… and then entirely confused by the concept of an explosive_
snowman that they lit on fire. "How big is he?" She did like fireworks…
rather likes this festival. "Eleven feet tall."
widens her eyes in wonder. "That sounds amazing!"
nods slowly. "As I said, it's quite a sight." He was open to tourists that day if she wanted to come.
would like to see it, but she didn't want to seem too eager… and was afraid of visiting him again.
Basch
is
not so opposed to tourists. Loiterers on the other hand...
didn't mind loiterers very much, though she didn't have much experience with them. "It sounds great."
takes a sip of his milk. "If it interests you, you can come again."
"Are there a lot of guns there?" She asked uneasily; hopefully it didn't insult him and cause him to bring the gun back out.
blinks at the question. "The police have guns but no one else."
nods slowly. Her police officers didn't carry guns.
Basch
was
a peaceful person for the most part. While he had lots of guns, he really didn't use them that often. "It's a safe event."
nodded and tried to give him an awkward smile, despite feeling uneasy about how 'safe' it could be. "It sounds fun."
returns to his meal. "Do you have any interesting festivals?"
thought about it for a minute, moving extremely cautiously so that she wouldn't drop the bread as she ate. "A lot of music and art_
festivals. And then theres Thorrablót at the end of January; where you get together with friends and family to eat traditional food, drink,_
and play old games." Her 'festival' sounded more like his after-festival party.
Basch
thinks
that sounds fun. "Sounds interesting. You should have fun." On the other hand, he would not leave his house to find out.
nodded. She would have been too scared to invite him anyway for fear that he might get angry and shoot everyone.
would just be an awkward turtle. He was pretty polite outside of his own land.
doesn't think she would ever describe him as 'awkward' or 'turtle' like. Had he even seen a turtle in his life? Did Switzerland even have_
water? "It's fun, though I wish my sister came more." She admitted. She didn't see Idun nearly enough as she would have liked, or Lukas_
even, and her siblings rarely came to her festivals with her.
Basch
has
lots of lakes and has seen many turtles. "Ah...I know how that is." He hadn't seen Liechtenstein lately.
took a drink of the milk. The more she drank of it the better it tasted. "What's your… sister like?" She hadn't known Liechtenstein well.
sighs a bit. "She's much too kind and innocent."
frowned. "What's wrong with that?" It was better than being a power hungry bully that killed everyone.
shakes his head. "Nothing. I would like to keep her that way. I just worry about her."
nodded. "She's lucky to have a brother like you." She had definitely appreciated all that Norge did for her, even if she didn't show it.
seems a bit embarrassed, but he tries not to show it. "Thank you."
smiled a bit when he seemed to get a bit embarrassed but said nothing and dipped another piece of bread in the cheese before setting it on_
her plate to switch forks.
set his fork down when he finished, waiting now on her to have her fill.
set her own fork down and finished chewing the bite in her mouth. She watched him curiously, unsure of if she should say something.
collects the plates when she finished silently. Seeming to have spoken himself out. He didn't tend to talk all that much. Today had been_
a rare experience.
fidgeted with her hands in her lap and picked at a hangnail. It wasn't the silence that bothered her, but the awkwardness of being around
someone that she didn't know at all… not to mention that he probably had more guns in his house than she did in her entire country.
starts to wash the dishes. "Do you want to go home now? I will walk you back." Since she was sick...Or at least, He thought she was sick.
"Oh…" She mumbled, slightly frustrated that everyone always insisted on walking her home. "You don't have to. I can walk on my own."
shakes his head. "You're sick."
would have normally argued, but she didn't really want to anger the Swiss man so she nodded silently with a frown. "If you insist."
gathered up his belongings after finishing up the dishes, waiting on her to lead the way.
shoved her hands in to her pockets and started walking. She felt like a little kid being escorted home and hoped none of her siblings saw.
walked alongside her, acting much like a guard dog. He would see to it she got back safe. He was a little interested in her place though, he
reluctantly admitted to himself. It was not often he travelled these days.
didn't think her place was very interesting, though she would probably invite him in for coffee when they got there to be nice.
Basch
likes
any place with fair weather and beautiful mountains-- Volcanoes were interesting too he supposed. "Are we almost there?"
glanced around. "Almost." Sort of… she didn't exactly live very close… to anyone.
Basch
will
be rather awkward so far from his own, but he would see it through. "I see..."
"It's… very secluded." That was a nice way of putting it.
Basch
thinks
that sounded very nice actually. "I wish I was more. It would save me lots of trouble."
nodded. "It has its benefits." She liked being away from everyone… though she wished she were closer to Norway.
Basch
is
happy to have his sister so close at least. "Yeah..." Though, being where he was also had it's benefits. He got lots of money from tourists.
Thora
was
relieved when they finally arrived at her small house. "Uh… Do you want some coffee or something?" She didn't want to seem rude, and he had
just fed her.
shakes his head. "It's fine. I should head back."
nodded. She wouldn't push it! "Thank you for the… cheese and bread." She forgot what it was called. "It was very good."
seems satisfied by her words. "You're welcome." He shifts a bit, feeling awkward. After a moment, he pulls out a small bag, tied with a_
purple ribbon and offers it to her. "Here. Take it."
blinks at the ribbon in confusion before taking it. What was she supposed to do with it? "Thank you?"
nods a bit before turning to leave. It was a get well present from him. Chocolates.
stared at the bag, then back at him. She debated whether or not to say something for a minute. "Thank you for walking me home." She called
out awkwardly. "And… uh… Have a safe walk home." Though with his gun she doubted he had anything to worry about, but it was the nice thing
to do.
stops to offer her a small wave. He hadn't expected to be thanked. He didn't say anything other than that, before he continued on. He hoped_
she liked the chocolate.
doesn't get Swiss chocolate much (ever), so she will probably save it for a nice day and then accidentally eat them all in one sitting.
sighs when he gets home, settling into a chair. He was exhausted. Dealing with people was tiring. But it had been...sort of enjoyable._
Iceland, he would remember that for the future.
didn't bother opening up the bag to see what was inside. She locked her doors and made a nest besides the fireplace; She was proud of
herself for surviving time with the trigger happy Swiss! It was a monumental moment in her life, and she was surprised that he wasn't as
much of a wretched and foul beast as she had expected. Though Mitzi could still be that bad… She still didn't trust that woman.
agrees with her to some extent. Mitzi baffled him. It was strange, being confused by yourself.
hadn't really met her own counterpart; though she wouldn't have minded him if people hadn't kept getting them confused with one another.
doesn't really know him. But he hopes she has good luck with him. Mitzi and he weren't on good terms right now.
Thora
is
willing to let him throw Mitzi in to one of her Volcanoes if he would like. The harlot is stealing her brother away from her.
does not hate her....she is just difficult. He wonders what this means about stealing her brother though.
Thora
thinks
that they are dating, and she doesn't approve. He should be happy enough with his family that he doesn't need a girlfriend!
Basch
feels
especially awkward. His other self was dating someone? He found it hard to believe he could be in a similar situation. He wanted to hide.
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