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[closed] one night in long bygone times

Who: Norway, Iceland, Denmark
What: Iceland is lured to Norway's condo by cake, little does he know they are not alone...
When: A WHILE AGO I'm not sure I'm so late on this.
Where: Odin paid housing 104
Rating: PG??

[ The buttery cake is placed on the table nearest to the door, Denmark is hidden away in one of the rooms of the condo--nothing can go wrong with this plan. He awaits Iceland's arrival, a slice of cake on a plate in one hand to feed and sit him down immediately, and ready to block the door once Iceland sees Denmark.

Nothing can go wrong. ]

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[The trip from Odin house to the condos isn't really that far, so Iceland shows up soon enough, knocking rather awkwardly before poking his head in. It has that empty apartment feel to it, of course, but it's not really that bad of a place.]

Nore?

[Denmark is inspecting these rooms, giving them a critical once over. This is a nice room, he decides. Not huge by any means but nice, the view is pleasant enough and he thinks Iceland might like it. He crosses to the window and tries to open it, finding it jammed. After a few minutes trying to force the thing open he manages to get it only halfway opened, letting some fresh air into the room. Dusting off his hands he walks out of the room, heading back to Norway while glancing through empty doors into the others bedrooms as he passes them.]

Hey, Norge, some've th' windows might be stuck but if you need help openin' 'em just tell me, okay!

[ Once Iceland arrives, Norway immediately shoves the slice of cake at him, trying to usher him inside. But then Denmark speaks. So he closes the door and crosses his arms.

Maybe if he ignores Denmark, Iceland will ignore him too. ]

[Iceland takes the cake just because it's shoved at him, though when he hears Denmark's voice he is slowly putting the pieces together in his mind and trying to steer back toward the door.]

You didn't tell me Dan was here.

Oh! Hey Island!

[He beams down at the smaller Nation, all smiles and cheerful excitement. This can work, this will work, this will be totally great, the three of them together and making the best of this crazy city as a team!]

Is th' cake good?

[ Too late Norway is blocking the door. ] He was findin' the best room fer ya. [ He is kind of staring intensely at Iceland now because there is no point in hiding Denmark anymore his aura has become dark. ]

Yeah, sit down 'n eat.

[Standing!]

You didn't say Dan was going to be here, too.

[Though he has finally figured out how this is being payed for and he is trying to find an opening to get out the door.]

Aw, come on, Island, what's wrong with me bein' here?

[If he was more sensitive his feelings would be hurt. Right now he just shrugs it off.]

Hey, why don't ya check out that room over there? I think you'll like it, th' view doesn't face another building or anythin' like that.

Ya never said ya didn't want him here. [ He shrugs. ] He's yer brother, too, ain't he? 'n look, he's got a nice room fer ya. [ It feels weird being on Denmark's side of things but what's necessary is necessary. ]

Lying by omission.

[Pouting, though he wouldn't admit to that sort of childish expression.]

I don't want to live somewhere loud. How long did you have this decided, anyway?

Huh? Have what decided?

[But he doesn't wait for an answer before he's trying to take Iceland's plate without asking and set it on the table if he will let him. The he's reaching for Iceland's hand.]

Come on, I'll show you! If you don't like it you can look at th' other rooms t' see if you like 'em better.

[ Norway doesn't move from his place at the door, waiting until Iceland goes with Denmark. ]

If Den's loud, I'll make him quiet. Ya'll have yer own room, 'n the walls seem thick.

[Denmark can take the plate, Iceland is digging in his heels. Literally and figuratively. Not that that probably means much to Denmark, given his strength and Iceland's lack thereof.]

Did you both just assume I'd go along with it?

Who's assumin'? [Denmark's not trying to hurt Iceland so he won't tug so hard that he strains his wrist but he will take a step back to put a solid hand on his back and push him along safely. He cares.]

Do ya like livin' in th' big house with all those strangers?

[ Norway moves forward and crowds behind Iceland with Denmark in an attempt to tell him to move along. ]

We thought ya'd enjoy livin' with yer brothers. We didn't think ya hated family so much.

I don't hate family, but I'm not a colony anymore, you know.

[He is deliberately reminding them because he is honestly not sure if they remember him saying that, since they're both from back when he was one.]

Who's askin' ya t' be?

[And it's maybe a struggle to say that but he'd given it thought before coming here, before he'd even applied for the housing. Norway and Iceland both were coming from times when they were independent, the thought alone made him proud and intensely anxious all at once. Back home Iceland still lived with him but that wasn't here and honestly, it wasn't his Iceland. Just like this was a different Norway, though one whom he loved even more for finding out he was leaving Sweden's house to call himself independent.

He shrugs and smiles at both of them.]

Come on, Island, this isn't our world, we're far enough from home t' be able t' forget th' hang ups of even bein' nations. Livin' here it'll be just us, as brothers!

No one said ya were. [ But he elbows Denmark. Even if they're not fully nations anymore, he doesn't like the idea of just pretending they're not. ] We can't forget what we are, but this ain't political. It's safer if you're with us. Or did ya forget about the war?

[Iceland sighs, trying to get across just how exasperating his brothers and also life can be in one breath of air, before he finally relents and sits down to eat that neglected piece of cake. They both have a point--Norway's is more logical, of course, but Iceland can't really completely deny Denmark's argument either, although he'll never say that.]

As long as I get my own room. [A short pause, and then somewhat more imperiously:] And Dan has to help move my stuff.

Yeah, yeah, whatever ya say, Norge! [He's having a little more difficulty caring. Life sucks for him back home, he'll take dragons and imps and Sweden's head exploding happily over loneliness, and humiliating failure, and really bad parenting.]

Island, I'll help ya lift anythin' ya want! Do you wanna pick your room now? Pick your room now! I wanna see if you choose th' one I think you'll like!

[ Norway sits down along with Iceland and starts to dig into the cake as well. He has no qualms with these conditions as they don't require him to do anything so. ]

Let 'im eat or I'm takin' your slice'a cake. [ That is his way of inviting Denmark to eat with them. ]

[Iceland nods agreement with Norway.] I'll pick later.

[There's cake now and he wants it. He spent precious time arguing and not eating cake, after all.]

[Denmark sighs but smiles too, and takes a seat. He glances between Iceland and Norway as he pulls his own slice to him, his smile widening with the pleasurable knowledge of knowing they are staying. With him.

For once Denmark is silent.]

[ It's like they're having a family moment how strange. Norway isn't one to break silence but he does have an idea to sweeten the deal for Iceland. ]

Ya can pick out whatever ya want fer yer room, too, Ice. Den'll pay. We got an extra room, don't we? Ya can put books in there.

[Iceland can't help the excitement at the idea of having a room for books here, and it shows on his face even if he tries to keep it from doing so.]

Yeah, it'd be pretty dumb to just leave a room empty, so...

[So he wants to fill it with books yes.]

[Denmark chokes on his cake, slapping a hand over his mouth and coughing fitfully until he gets his throat clear again. His face is red and he gestures with his other hand after dropping his fork.]

Yeah, um, yeah, what Norge said. Just want ya both t' be happy so, whatever you want!

[...He was going to have to get a second job.]

[ He fixes Denmark with a pointed, almost irritated, look before standing up, grabbing a glass, and filling it with water. He drops it onto the table in front of Denmark with little grace, some drops spilling onto the table. ]

Ya'll wake any elves around. [ This is as close to gratefulness as he can get. ]

[Iceland is quiet, obviously considering what he might make an extra room into if he got it to himself for books. His room was already near to bursting back at Odin House.]

I'd need shelves. [Lots of shelves. He sounds pleased, though.]

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