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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2015 0:14:30 GMT -5
[Norway's Home]
Mathias fisted hand stayed up in the air a few inches away from the door. His sharp blue eyes glared at the wooden intrusion as he stood out in the cold, freezing his ass off. He took a huff of air to give him the motivation to knock, but his fist only moved an inch closer. He had been standing outside his door now for the past thirty minutes, and very unlike him, he hadn’t busted in announcing himself like he usually did. His face made an ugly contorted expression as he glared at the door, as if the very door was the reason he couldn’t go inside, ridiculous since it had never stopped him before.
Mathias had two settings: happy and angry. He rarely ever fell in between unless he had to be super boring and serious for a mission or strategy, and yet his younger brother always pulled this other emotion from him, a pain of sorts, that he never quite liked, and it totally ruined his entire mood. Like what the fuck, Nils? Why hadn’t he come to him, told him what he was thinking? Mathias door was always opened for family (except Berwald unless it’s sunny, and he has a full cup of coffee to deal with his lack of personality). Nils, on the other hand, had always been welcomed. I mean the dude was not only his brother, but his best friend in the whole world, and he…he…just…without TELLING ME!
His fist started to shake, and his jaw locked. He took a deep breath through his nose and forced a full on grin before he started knocking on the door. The knocking turned to banging, which turned to full on slamming the palm of his hand against the wood, almost causing it to crack as he waited for Nils to open it.
It didn’t make sense. He showed up for another god awful meeting, this one for the United Allegiance, and who had not been there, who had apparently decided to drop out of the war as if it were some elementary school game, who hadn’t TOLD him about this decision? Oh you know, his so-called brother!
He banged harder on the door.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2015 12:49:04 GMT -5
Nils kept the drapes drawn and the lights off. He didn’t want to talk to anyone, didn’t want to see anyone. He’d been trying to talk to them for the past thirty years (even moreso the past ten) but his speeches had fallen on deaf ears. He’d proposed plans over and over again for negotiation and peace-building, and every time the other nations in the UA waited until he finished speaking before going, “Alright, negotiation is important of course, but now back to our defensive strategies,” and the talk of defense would quickly turn to offensive measures because after all “the best defense is a good offense!” Nils was so sick of it all. And the longer the war went on, the more chances there were that other countries would be seriously affected. Heads of state killed off, terrorist bombings in major cities—events that now made it “personal.” Look at Belgium. She was neutral, tried so hard to negotiate, but then members of her royal family were murdered. The people screamed for blood and she was swept away by the tide. Norway was lucky that nothing of the sort had happened to him (yet?) but as it started happening to the few neutral-minded allies he’d had in the UA, he watched them waver in their focus for a lasting peace and take a side trip down the long, dark road of personal revenge. And who knows, that could be him, if something targeted happened to his own people… Better to get out now, for his sake and theirs. But he knew there was one person he couldn’t lock out, and knew it wouldn’t be long until that person came banging down his door. Mathias wouldn’t be able to just let this be; he’d want answers. And he’d be offended that Nils hadn’t told him first, or hadn’t told him privately beforehand, or whatever. But where had he been the past few months? Or years. He’d been rallying with the war hawks, mobilizing and manufacturing like this war was going to go on forever. He was part of the problem. When the hammering on his door finally came, Nils left the kitchen table where he’d been having a cup of coffee and went to the front door. He undid the locks and nudged it open, then turned his back and walked away. He was counting on Mathias to barge in like he always did. Nils picked up his mug of coffee and took a sip, hardly tasting the rich dark brew. He didn’t offer Mathias anything, just watched him over the rim of the mug.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2015 20:28:27 GMT -5
The sound of his hand banging against the door echoed in his mind with each pressing question. It felt like he had thousands of puzzle pieces entangled in string and no matter how he tried to pull them apart they wouldn’t come undone. The mess only grew larger and more frustrating. He didn’t understand why Nils would do this to him, and basically leave him to fight this war alone. Allies or not, the only one that matter had been him. He needed him by his side, at least someone in his family. He had managed to make sense for his other brother’s neutrality. Finland sat right next to the Russian border, and it would bring the fight directly into his land. Iceland was far enough away, none of it really affected him, and Sweden was a little bitch! Norway…Nils….he thought…he thought he would at least have his back. Sure, his little brother could be a tight ass and a bit callous at times, but he had always relied on him.
The door slipped opened, and his banging caused it to open wider. The act itself, infuriated him more. Nils couldn’t even greet him at the god damn door! He slammed it all the way open, not even bothering on closing it. Let the cold air come in and increase his heating bill, the spiteful part of him snapped. He caught sight of his smug brother sipping his coffee like any other day. He stormed over to him, fury in his dark blue eyes, his jaw locked until he halted a foot away.
He wanted to scream and yell at him, try to destroy that ever growing wall Nils always kept up, kept himself and his emotions hidden. He wanted to rage in anger and yet when he opened his mouth nothing escaped. His eyes fell to the ground, squeezing tightly shut. The strange feeling that wasn’t anger or happiness was bubbling up inside of him, a sense of betrayal? Sadness? Gah, whatever it was, Mathias hated it. No one ever made him this upset. How did his brother always do this without even saying a damn word!
His head shot back up at him. “What the hell?” he finally snapped, his hands rising up in the air in anger, “You didn’t even tell me!” Out of all of it, that part hurt the most. He knew it had been awhile since they last saw each other. Mathias had been busy on the front, in the Middle East, and even that random escape trip to Germany, but still a phone call would have been nice! His breathing escalated, and his hands shook.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 16:17:03 GMT -5
He may have been inclined to observe his brother but as soon as those livid blue eyes locked onto his, Nils found his gaze sliding away towards a low corner of the room. Long fingers rubbed the ceramic of the mug in an absent-minded fidget. When he looked up again, it was Mathias who was now looking away. Nils watched painful emotions warring for dominance in his brother’s open face. Denmark, who never hid anything. Who felt everything so strongly and acted on it immediately. Although the decision had been made weeks ago and the message sent out days ago, for Denmark it was all brand-new and probably blindsided him. Although it really shouldn’t have, a part of him grumbled darkly. Mathias should have been able to figure it out, should have been able to see that Norway was becoming more and more taciturn and dispirited lately, both in official UA meetings and outside of them. Yes, he was good at hiding behind his mask of composure... But Mathias should be able to see through that by now, the petulant and irrational part of him complained. Den should know him by now, should have known this wasn’t how Nor had wanted this to go, should have set limits for how deep they would get and no further. But did he ever stop to think? Did he ever stop to contemplate, analyze, predict and prepare? Why did he always have to charge in based on whatever he thought was right at that particular moment and assume everything would turn out alright? He acted like everything was so simple—“Iran did wrong, Iran must pay”—with simple straightforward solutions—usually along the lines of “Hit it with my axe until it does what I want it to”—when the reality was always much more complicated and the repercussions were often worse than the initial provocation. It was fucking frustrating, and Nils found himself feeling angry and bitter all over again, his present irritation finding fuel in past emotions and parallel circumstances. “To be fair,” Nils answered, hearing how cold his voice sounded to his own ears. “I didn’t tell anyone.” His nails scraped lightly on the ceramic as he tightened his grip. “I made my decision and I acted on it. I’m a sovereign nation, after all.”
“I don’t need your approval,” he heard himself say, and wow, where had that come from… Nils closed his eyes briefly in a grimace, but the words couldn’t be taken back. He worked his jaw and then forged ahead, not wanting to let the conversation plunge down the potholed roads of their contentious history. “I knew you wouldn’t withdraw from the UA as well. I knew that if I told you my plans, you’d only try to change my mind rather than give my grievances the consideration they deserve—and have deserved all along. None of the nations in the UA have been listening to me. You haven’t been listening.” Nils narrowed his eyes to glacial blue slits as he stared his brother down. Denmark felt hurt? Well, too fucking bad. Norway was hurt too.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 16:39:23 GMT -5
His younger brother could always pull him into a broken mess. He knew underneath the cold, abrasive, and sharp form laid a big caring heart, like a tasty hard candy. Except Mathias had never been patient enough to suck on the candy to get to the chewy center, he would rather bite through it with all of his force possible until the hard layer cracked. Yet when his tooth chipped because of such stupidity, he blamed it on the candy, not his actions. Similar to Nils, he had caused this hurt, with his walled off thoughts. His sharp blue eyes took in every motion of the silly mug. He felt tempted to knock it from his hands and let it clash to the ground, if only to have the man focus on him.
His face scrunched together at his words, and his hand changing into a tight fist at his side, causing the leather glove to stretch with the motion. To be fair? To be fair? He didn’t care if he didn’t tell anyone else. He still wanted him to tell him. To talk to him! It would have been one phone call, press one number! Mathias had already made himself a speed dial contact in Nils’ phone. He could have pressed one number, and he would answer in a heartbeat. The last statement caused him to wince, as if he had been physically slapped. His eyes opened, appearing glossed over by the tears threatening to fall, but his facial expression remained fierce and angry. He would not cry. No, he would not. He understood his brother’s still resented him for times of the past, but he had only been protecting them. He’d tried to be the most awesome Big Brother around. He still tried to be!
Strangely, for a man who rarely knew how to shut his mouth, he stayed quiet, watching, and waiting after the insult for something more. Nils would not hit so low, if something did not equally bother him, and for a man so focused on his coffee, he appeared equally upset. It irritated him how he had learned to read the subtle twitches of his brother’s movements for any signs of truth, because right now, he did not want to see that Nils was upset. So what if Nils was upset! Mathias was more upset, and right now, Mathias emotions mattered more. He wanted it to be so, but the big brother in him, felt torn and pulled. As he explained, it only hurt more. Yes, he caught on to his brothers constant suggestion of negotiations, but how could they talk about negotiations when Russia had already taken half of Poland!
He stood there, brewing like a pot on a kettle, until he stormed over and did his first thought since seeing him. He knocked the coffee mug out of his hand and into the air. “Stop hiding behind your mug!” he snapped, hearing the object clutter to the ground, “If you are so set to go down this path of selfishness than at least stand up and tell me to my face that you don’t care if we lose, if I lose!” His rage was in full force, unable to stop himself. He felt abandoned by his family once more, and he never could understand why.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2015 14:16:22 GMT -5
Nils watched as the mug was knocked from his hands to shatter on the hardwood kitchen floor. He stayed looking at it for a moment, then looked up at Mathias through his bangs, his eyes gone flinty. “I liked that mug.” “You have already lost,” he spoke, enunciating clearly and taking a threatening step forward. “You and that damned coalition lost the moral high ground years ago and so you already lost.” Nils roughly shouldered past Mathias on his way to the living room, needing to put some space between them. He wanted to put him in a headlack and smash his face into a wall. Not that it’d help him see sense. Nils knew; he’d tried that approach before. Path of selfishness, he said. Was it selfish to want to keep his people safe? Was it selfish to not want to kill anyone else? To know he was responsible for their deaths? He already had blood on his hands from the years of compliance with the whims of the UA and carrying out their missions, he could not conscience any more red added to his ledger. Of course he cared if Mathias ended up on the losing side; as much as he didn’t want to care. That was the problem. The longer Mathias stayed involved, the more chances there were for him and his people to really be injured. Not just skirmishes—bio-chemical weapons and nukes. That’s all that awaited them at the end of this war. There would be no winner. Mathias was too blinded by his own hubris and need to vent his aggression to see the inevitable outcome. It was like siding with Napoleon all over again, but the consequences would be far, far worse. Nils crossed his arms tightly over his chest as he stood in the middle of his living room. The walls, the floor, the furniture, the electricity and plumbing, it all seemed like such fragile constructs against the destructive force of war and nuclear weapons.
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