wanders through the streets, wondering what to do.
swayed a bit as he walked down the street~
spots the Dane. He frowns at the other nations "walking".
eyed a bar and smiled, heading towards it. Let's see how many he can go to tonight~
looks in the direction Denmark's going. He stalls for a bit, pondering his options, but decides to follow after just to be on the safe side.
walked up to the counter and got a beer. He sipped at it as he hummed happily.
observes the room and its occupants on various levels to utterly waisted.
he frowns, and quietly walks up to Denmark.
didn't notice him there. He was just enjoying his beer... and the women around.
Sees an opportunity. He carefully leans over the taller nations shoulder and whispers in his ear "Hallooo...."
flails a bit and looks over to him. "Oh. Heejjjjj~"
takes a step back and bumps into a chair. "Your breath smells. How long've you been drinkin' ?"
leans back a bit. "Uuhhhh.... Think this is my... third bar I've been to tonight...? So not long..."
sighs at his standards. He sits down next to Denmark and rests his head in his palm.
finishes his beer and orders another. This was his idea of a good night.
((Sorry, Plurk shut down on me...))
((Did for me too, don't worry. -w- It has it's down time every now and then.))
's gaze wanders around the bar, sweeping over the old furnitures before settling on Denmark. "How're you doing lately?"
shrugs. "M'fine... just enjoyin' myself." He looked over to the other. "What about yerself?"
"Bit too much wind..." He frowns in annoyance. He gets a beer for himself and twists his fingers around the mug.
nods a little. "It is pretty windy here, ain't it?" He finished another beer and looked to him. "Have ye pissed off Odin at all?"
shrugs "Can't say I've made 'ny sacrifices to him in a long time."
nods a bit and gets another beer. "I talk to him every so often."
looks over at him. "Don't you ever get sick of that?" Points his finger at the new beer.
shakes his head. "Nej. S'good." He hugged it close.
"You're ridiculous." Sips the rest of his beer, looking at nothing in particular.
shrugs. "I dun think so. I just like to drink... didn't have this stuff so easily excess able back in the day."
starts whispering in Norwegian to seemingly no one at all.
wondered what he was doing. So he leaned closer.
chuckles slightly under his breath. His eyes seems focused on something in the air in front of him.
looks at him before looking where he was looking and sipping his beer.
places his hands on the counter and rises slightly off the chair. "Nei.." he mutters.
just stares, wondering what was going on.
panics slightly and starts climbing onto the counter.
just keeps staring, finishing off another beer. He was a little useless when drunk. Sometimes.
ignoring the annoyed shouts from the bartender, he jumps down on the other side and grabs an open bottle of whisky that had been standing
there for a while.
blinks. "Ye okay, Norge?"
growls angrily. "Get out!" he shouts at the bottle.
"Tch-! J-just fly! For Odin's sake, get out !" he looks extremely frustrated.
smirks a bit and leans on the counter. "Ye're losin' it, Norge."
shoots Denmark an angry glare before looking at the bottle again. Suddenly, his expression changes to relief as his gaze moves upwards.
hums a little as he followed his gaze again.
mumbles a few words in Norwegian, gaze travelling to a near window. Satisfied, he leans back on the counter.
notices that he's on the wrong side of the counter as the bartender looks about to explode. He quietly slids around it and sits back in his
chair.
"'m not loosin' it." he mutters, his blank expression back in place.
chuckles a bit. "Then what was that all about?"
"Silly fairy." he grumbles.
He shoots a careful look towards the bartender, who still looks at him like he'd want to make him into something on todays menu.
wouldn't let the bartender get that close. He just shook his head. "Ye and yer fairies..."
"They should know better than to try t' drink from a bottle. Nearly drowned, stupid, little thing..." His voice weakens.
hums. "Aww... they're kinda cute normally though.."
nods. "Beats the trolls." snorts at the thought of a possibly "cute troll".
shivers. "That'd just be weird."
raises off the chair. "I'm not taking m' chances with th' bartender any longer." He puts the payment on the counter.
pouts. "But Norrgggeeee!" He didn't want to go.. but he didn't want to be alone.
flinches. He looks back at Denmark, "What ?"
"I dun wanna drink alone. It'll look sad."
looks at him with raised eyebrows. "You came here alone." he reminded.
nods. "Ja, but now that ye're here... ye should stay."
looks from the bartender to the nation and back again. Shifts uncomfortably.
would protect Norge if the bartender did anything. They were paying customers. Nothing wrong.
takes his seat beside Denmark again. "...Fine."
smiles and orders another beer. He liked not being alone.
reaches a hand over the counter when the bartender isn't looking, snatching the opened whiskey bottle from earlier.
takes a swig of it.
shakes his head. "Tsk tsk. Bad Norge."
smirks slightly. "What ? He'd be arrested if the police caught him sellin' fairy-dust. They'd think it was some sort o' drug."
chuckles a bit. "Ye play dirty some times."
"You weren't the only Viking." he smiles slightly and drinks some more.
he sways a bit on his seat as the whiskey bottle is left empty on the counter.
chuckles. "S'nice seein' ye smile a bit."
Squints. "Dun' get uhss.. ushed t'it." Pokes Denmark's chest.
laughs a bit and flails slightly. "Ye're such a light weight."
pouts. Mumbles something incomprehensible, not sure himself what language he tried to speak.
just laughs more. "Y-ye should go home..." He finished his drink and paid.
grabs Denmarks arm. "B' then you'd be alone." He frowns at him as if this is the most serious thing in the world.
smirks and looks at him. "I'll go home with ye. I've had enough fun from tonight by just watchin' ye."
blushes, embarrased. How he hated that he lost his well-practised poker-face when intoxicated. He knew he should've left back then.
He grabs the counter to steady himself as goes off the chair.
slides off and grabs his sleeve, pulling him out of the bar.
stumbles after, not entirely sure what just happened.
" 'Think my hooouuusee,,, iis... uhmm..." looks around for a bit. "That way!" points up to the star-speckled skies.
squints. "Nei... wait...'s not right."
laughs. "Ye're so drunk Norge. This is awesome~" He just started walking and pulling him along.
lets himself be dragged along, staring at random objects on the way like they grew a head.
loved seeing Norge when he was drunk... it was always funny.
spots his house. Oh, there it was. Of course. He fumbles through his pockets for the key with his free hand.
stumbles a bit but kept on track. He pulled him closer to the house and leaned against the outside, waiting and humming.
he somehow manages to unlock the door, after dropping the key twice.
laughs the whole time. "Y-ye're so funny, Norge..." He pretty much just fell into the house.
grumbles and stumbles in after him. He locks the door and sways, before steadying himself with a hand on the wall.
looks up at the other. "S'good to see ye let loose every now and then..."
"Heh... fairy-dust and whiskey... does .." he seems to search for a word. ".. stuff." he nods, satisfied.
laughs at that and gets up. "Ye think ye can make it to yer bed?"
"'ll defeat th' shtair-trolls!" starts running awkwardly for the stairs.. He misses, though, and crashes in the railings. "Oough..."
bursts out laughing and follows him, helping him upright after. "Ye're hilarious."
groans in pain "Damn 'em trolls.", He lays his arm around Denmark's waist for support. "You'll 've to help m'up."
nods. "Ja ja... I figured~" He started up the stairs carefully.
goes along, focusing hard on each step.
would laugh more if he wasn't focusing himself. He finally got to the top of the stairs, breathing a sigh of relief.
cheers over defeating the stairs. He lets go of Denmark and moves, swaying, towards his bedroom.
He pushes the door open and flails a bit, grabbing the door handle as to not fall.
laughs as he followed him, just to make sure he'd be okay.
plops down on his bed, bending over and clumsily unties his shoes.
leans against the wall and smiles. "Ye think ye'll be okay now?"
"Mmm... Where're you g'na sleep? 's late." kicks of his shoes.
shrugs. "I could try 'nd make it home... Or just crash on the couch..."
's mind seem to clear for a moment, and he looks out the window. "'m not sendin' you out drunk in the dark."
looks out a little and nods. "... Ja. I'll take the couch...."
frowns, his mind is clouded again. "But... evil stairs...g'na trip." He lays back lazily on his bed.
shrugs and swayed a bit. "I've mastered things more stronger than stairs... I can do it!"
smirks. "Doubt it."
huffs. "I'll prove ye wrong!" He headed to the stairs and stared at them before starting down.
hurries after, standing at the top of it and looking at Denmark in amusement.
... trips and falls down the rest of them.
laughs before he realizes exactly what just happened. "...Faen!" He sits down on the first step and slides down the stairs.
Søren
was
kind of upside down, but more or less fine. He laughed awkwardly and looked towards the other. "T-told ye I could do it..."
helps Denmark into a sitting position. "You really showed it how it's done.", dripping sarcasm.
nods. "I totally did!" He curses quietly as his back was sore, then he looked at the other. "... How're ye gonna get back upstairs now?"
"..." brings his palm to his face. He chooses to not answer, because he has no idea. "You okay ?"
smirks and nods. "Ja... Nothin' I can't handle." He carefully got up, wincing slightly.
Håkon
wonders
if maybe he should just sleep on the floor. He strokes a hand over the carpet he's sitting as if checking the quality.
pokes his forehead. "If ye c-can't make it up the stairs again, then ye're takin' the couch."
winces. "Nei. 's yours." bites his lip while thinking out a strategy to get up the stairs by himself. His currently fuzzy mind is no help.
hums. "... Do ye have a guest room up stairs?"
does not usually have guests, so he never made one. Sighs, "Nei." He stands up on shaky legs.
takes his arm and drags him over to the couch. "Ye, couch, now."
"-Ack!" his legs gives away and he plumps down on the couch.
smirks. "Ye sleep here."
frowns. "But where're you g'na..."
shrugs. "I can put some chairs together and find blankets." He smirks a little. "I'll find a way, Norge. I always do."
"Sounds uncomfortable." He pats the seat next to him. "'s enough space." His mind felt just more and more clouded and slow.
shrugs. "If ye don't mind me snorin', punchin' or kickin' ye, then fine." He gets a bit comfortable beside him.
curls his legs under himself. "'m used to fairies pokin' m' eyes."
chuckles a bit and sprawls out slightly. "They're mean little guys some times..."
leans his cheek on the back of the couch. Nods slowly. "Ja."
yawns a bit. "Godnat, Norge..."
"...Natta, Danmark." is grateful they didn't have the brains to turn on the lights earlier that night.
found it too much effort either way. He fell asleep soon after that, stretching out a bit more.
Håkon
is
his creeper self, watching Denmark sleep for a bit, until he falls into a rather shallow sleep.
might have ended up kicking him during the night..
for some reason ended up halfway on the floor that night.
found himself on the floor sprawled out by morning. Share the couch, indeed.
((pfft, shut up, it was a master plan))
((Totally typical of two drunk Nordics. -w- ))
wakes up feeling like shit.
snooooooores.
groans at the sound and claps his hands over his ears. He awkwardly shifts and stands up.
just continued to snore, happily asleep still.
Håkon
is
very grumpy. He nudges Denmark in the stomack with his toes.
mumbles quietly and just rolls onto his side.
sighs. He slowly makes his way into his kitchen. There had to be something that could help his throbbing head-ache.
Søren
was
enjoying his sleep~
fills an entire jug with water in the sink and proceeds to drink it all at once, effectively spilling over his shirt.
would say he's a messy drinker at that rate.
fills it again, walking into the living-room with it.
sprawled out again and continued to snore loudly.
looks over at the stairs. He notices several broken parts on the railing. He grumbles and steadily walks to stand over the snoring Dane.
continued to snore peacefully~
stares at him with a blank face. Promptly spills all of the water in Denmarks face.
flails instantly and sits up. "Odin!"
"Good mornin'." has a very dark aura.
mumbles as he looked up at the other, hurting and coooold. And wet.
does not regret anything. He walks out in the kitchen again and gets fish from the fridge. He turns on the stove and fries it in a pan.
gets up and takes off his shirt, going to wring it out in the sink. "T-that was cold..."
"Your snoring was splitting m' head." He turns the fish over.
huffs and shakes his head to try and get water off, but just gives himself more of a headache. "Odin..."
's aura lightens slightly. "Towels 'n bathroom upstairs." He turnes off the stove and puts the fish on a plate.
nods and goes to get one, as well as hang his shirt up to dry. He walks back downstairs with the towel around his shoulders. "Smells good."
parts the fish on another plate. "Take it." He shivers. "Wha.." he looks down himself. Oh, right, soaked shirt. He puts down the knife and _
starts unbuttoning his shirt, walking out of the kitchen.
chuckles a bit. "Serves ye right..." He sat on the table and nibbled away at the fish.
throws a curse at the guest in native over his shoulder, walking up the stairs to find a warm hoodie.
smirks and just keeps eating. He was at least not as wet anymore..
returns to the kitchen, wearing a dark blue hoodie. He sits down with his own fish and pokes it with a fork.
watches him. "Ye look warm."
"That was m' intention." he looks up at the half-naked Dane. "... I guess you're cold." He finishes his breakfast.
nods. "Ye guessed right." He finished his as well and licked his fingers.
pauses for a long while. "If... there's somethin' that fits you, it's probably yours. In m' closet, I mean."
nods faintly. "Ye might have actually kept some of my things?"
blinks "Eer... I mean, you've .. forgotten it here.." he mumbles. He frowns and takes the plate to the sink, rinsing them off.
chuckles a bit and slips off the table. "Ah. That works too." He heads off to the others closet, hoping there was at least something.
puts the plates away. He goes to sit in the couch, pinning his cross-pin properly in his hair as it was left sloppy from sleeping.
comes back a bit later, having found an old t-shirt. "Still fits~"
looks up at Denmark with his blank expression. "You're g'na fix m' stairs."
blinks and looks over seeing nothing wrong in his opinion. "Why?"
scowls and points at the several broken railings. "Your fault. You fix." Although he doesn't remember everything from last night, he's sure_
Denmark's the fault of all damage.
pouts. "If It's damaged now, it'll look even worse if I try to fix it. I dun do stuff like that."
looks at him. "The heck d'you even keep your country t'gether..." he sighs. "Fine, but you're holding the nails." He gets up.
smirks a bit. "My country is awesome." He didn't mind holding the nails~
Disappears out in the hallway before returning with a tool-box. He waves Denmark over to the stairs as he kneels on a step.
walks over watching him carefully.
looks at him. "'m not gonna crucify you, calm down." He rests some nails between his lips, teeth clenched. He puts a nail to the wood_
signalling to Denmark to hold it.
hesitates before holding it carefully... He didn't want to get bruised thumbs...
lets go of it, grabbing his hammer from the tool-box, and swiftly hammers it down into the wood.
didn't flinch, over the years he had learned that much. He still hoped his thumb didn't get hurt...
straigthens the railing more, before repeating the process farther up the wood.
continued to help out, humming every so often.
Håkon
is
satisfied with their work, putting the left-over nails back in the tool-box. Suddenly hits Denmark across the fingers with the hammer.
yelps and jumps back, holding his hand. "Why would ye do thaaat?"
"Serves ye right." he quotes the Dane from earlier in a mocking tone.
sticks his tongue out at the other before flexing his hand a few times.
puts the hammer back in the tool-box, which he puts out of the way. He stretches and looks over at Denmark. "What're you plannin' ?"
shrugs. "I never have plans."
"That explain things..." he mutters. He goes to sit in the couch and lazily looks through a magazine at its side.
sighs a little, holding his head a bit. "I should get home... M'boss has work for me to do before the weekend."
nods without a word, not looking up.
watches him. "... Wanna go do somethin'?"
frowns. He puts the magazine down and turns his head slightly in the others direction. "You said you'd work."
chuckles. "I have till the weekend. There's still a few days till then."
pauses for a bit. Shrugs, "What'd you have in mind?"
Håkon
is
a bit surprised that he'd want to hang out with someone that just hit him with a hammer.
liked being with his best friend~ He hummed and shrugged. "We could go for a walk or somethin'."
(( What a beautiful friendship xD ))
((I know right? XDD ))
"Fine then. Let me get m' shoes..." he walks in direction of his bedroom, where he recalled seeing his shoes earlier, for some reason.
nods and just goes to the door, getting his things on.
walks back down to Denmark in his shoes and walks out the door, not bothering to lock it.
followed beside him, putting his hands on his pockets.
wanders around aimlessly, looking at the specks of nature when they occured.
liked the scenery... "Ye know, s'been a while since I've gone sailin'."
Håkon
has
a slight flash-back to his old uniform. He shakes his head. "We could do that." He heads south, towards the town's piers.
smiles widely. "Really?!" He was totally excited now.
Oh. He hadn't expected that kind of reaction. He nods, though. "Definitely. I like the sea."
They end up on a long pier lined with various types of boats. "Pick one. The people here trust m' with 'em."
flails a bit and runs around, looking at the boats. He got to the biggest one and pointed. "This one this one!"
ran a hand through his hair. Walks over and starts untying the boat from it's pole. "Jump in."
smiles and jumps in, preparing a few things on the boat. He'd let the other drive though.
gets in the boat, putting the rope on the floor of it. He pulls a set of keys out from his pocket and ignites it. The motor rumbles.
Søren
is
sure the other could see the excitement in his eyes. He ran to the front of the boat, just to look around.
struggled to keep his poker-face in place, watching the Dane jump around like a little kid. He gets the boat quickly up in speed.
flails a little at how much he enjoyed this. He loved the water...
"Hei! Don't fall out!" shouts over the sound of splashing water and the motor. He sails it around in some circles and other patterns.
laughs. "Ye kiddin'? I never fall out~"
rolls his eyes. He leans over the steering wheel, lazily turning the boat back and forth. He slows the speed down.
smiles and closes his eyes, enjoying the fresh air.
gazes across the open sea, feeling the wind run through his hair... Gets an idea. "Hei, Danmark..."
opens his eyes a bit and turns his head to look at the other, smiling a bit. "Ja, Norge?"
nods his head towards the side of the boat "'Think I saw a mermaid." he lies, but one would be damn good to tell by his poker-face.
gasps and smiles widely, running to the side instantly and looking down into the water.
bites his lip, just waiting.
leans over more, looking. He was focused.
blinks. Huh, he took this more seriously than he'd thought. This could be interesting...
"See her?"
"See her?"
shakes his head. "Was she right here...?" He pointed.
"Well, yeah, though she might've swum around or further out or somethin'." he shrugs. He makes the boat stand as still as possible.
starts taking his shirt and shoes off.
"Eer... What're you doin'?" Alright, maybe this wasn't so clever after all.
huffs. "M'goin' in to see her. She shouldn't be this close to the surface."
"But the water's freezin', we're still in winter. 's not like it warms as fast as the air." Not clever. Nope.
nods and starts climbing onto the railing. "Dun care, she might be lost..."
"N-nei! Wait!" he quickly runs over to Denmark and grabs him around the waist, pulling him down on deck again, stumbling and falling.
flails as he was pulled down and barely stopped himself for landing fully on the other.
gathers his breath again. "'m sorry. Never was a mermaid, I just..." he looks down, not quite knowing what to say.
frowns a bit. "... Ah." He chuckled a bit quietly as he got off the other. "I should have known... haha..."
does not look convinced. "'t was just a stupid joke. Won't happen again. I swear." he remains sitting on the deck.
sighs. "Ye shouldn't joke about the mermaids though. They might come to get ye..."
blinks. "What're you talkin' about?" he frowns. When did mermaids get dangerous...?
smirks a bit. "If ye trick 'em or lie 'bout 'em, they'll come for ye."
isn't very steady on the mythological creatures in water. "...Come get ...me?" He shot a glance towards the steering wheel.
nods and gets his boots back on. "Ja. They'll lure ye in with their singin', and take ye down into the water. Only if ye make fun
of 'em though."
nods. He didn't directly make fun of them... "Time to get back, I think... Y'know, I could easily drop y'off at your shore." He returns to_
the steering wheel, getting the speed on the boat up a bi, seeing as they'd been standing still for a good time.
hums and gets his shirt on, nodding. "If ye say so..." He smirked a little as he watched the water pass by.
looks warily at the sea. Urgh, mermaids. He'll keep to swim in his fjords from now on. Slows down as they near a Danish pier.
stops the motor of the boat and reaches over the railing to grab the pier and drags them in. "Here y'are."
smiles a bit as he jumped off and looked to him. "Tak, Norge. I had fun."
forces down the slight smile that threatens to appear. He nods, "Ja, me too." He waves as he starts the motor again and sails back north.
waves as he hummed and headed back home.
((That would end it, I think~ ))
((Me too~ That's always the awkward part, ending them. But this one worked well. -w- ))
((Awesomesauce. I'll go to bed now.))
((Good night~))