Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2015 9:19:51 GMT -5
Berwald had received a letter from his brother just a few short days ago. The letter was sent urgently by an exchange of hands and went through no mailing process. His brother must have thought it dangerous? Or maybe there was another reason. His brothers had been treating him differently ever since he’d taken his position in the war, but this letter didn’t bring bad news. Instead, it was his brother telling him that he was going to come visit.
The letter almost seemed written in haste, it made him worry. Was his brother in trouble? Berwald knew that he would be arriving soon and he wanted to make a place for him that would be comfortable and familiar to him. Sweden was busy making the bed (Only 600 SEK) and putting up Norway’s flag on the model wall next to it (Only 15 SEK). He added a few knick knacks on the tables and a lamp (Only 17 SEK) on the night stand that he plugged in to the model wall. It was a fully functional room, if you didn’t count the other model rooms all around it. If he didn’t like this one he could pick another.
Sweden had already informed the guards out front to greet his brother when he was dropped off and escort him to the third floor. The third floor was off limits to customers but he kept all of his older models up here. It was important to keep old things around as old things always came back in style. Once he was done folding the last blanket on the bed and fluffing the last pillow he stepped away from it to look it over. It was perfect, Norway was going to feel right at home, as anyone would in Ikea.
He wondered why he was coming, trouble? Running? Or to scold him about being neutral as others had done? He had his reasons and Norway was going to have to understand that but something told him the letter was sent in too much haste for just that. Such short notice of a visit that came with no leaving date. He heard the elevator behind him chime and he walked over to the door happily, though his face was stone. Norway must have made it.
When the doors opened he greeted him. “Brother, Welcome.” He spoke stiffly but came to meet him and welcome him inside. Norway looked disheveled and tired from a long war, he would have to get him something from the kitchen…Though he was not sure if there was much left. They had caught more fish this morning but it was gone almost as quickly as it came. There just wasn’t enough food to go around anymore but he would fee Norway before himself.
The letter almost seemed written in haste, it made him worry. Was his brother in trouble? Berwald knew that he would be arriving soon and he wanted to make a place for him that would be comfortable and familiar to him. Sweden was busy making the bed (Only 600 SEK) and putting up Norway’s flag on the model wall next to it (Only 15 SEK). He added a few knick knacks on the tables and a lamp (Only 17 SEK) on the night stand that he plugged in to the model wall. It was a fully functional room, if you didn’t count the other model rooms all around it. If he didn’t like this one he could pick another.
Sweden had already informed the guards out front to greet his brother when he was dropped off and escort him to the third floor. The third floor was off limits to customers but he kept all of his older models up here. It was important to keep old things around as old things always came back in style. Once he was done folding the last blanket on the bed and fluffing the last pillow he stepped away from it to look it over. It was perfect, Norway was going to feel right at home, as anyone would in Ikea.
He wondered why he was coming, trouble? Running? Or to scold him about being neutral as others had done? He had his reasons and Norway was going to have to understand that but something told him the letter was sent in too much haste for just that. Such short notice of a visit that came with no leaving date. He heard the elevator behind him chime and he walked over to the door happily, though his face was stone. Norway must have made it.
When the doors opened he greeted him. “Brother, Welcome.” He spoke stiffly but came to meet him and welcome him inside. Norway looked disheveled and tired from a long war, he would have to get him something from the kitchen…Though he was not sure if there was much left. They had caught more fish this morning but it was gone almost as quickly as it came. There just wasn’t enough food to go around anymore but he would fee Norway before himself.