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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 15:43:31 GMT -5
Mathias had an interesting relationship with all of his siblings. As the eldest brother, he needed to make certain his siblings behaved and stayed safe. They had all once lived under his roof, and he made certain everyone put in their just work. He didn’t call anything he did during that era uncalled for or out of hand. Occasionally, he would get in fights with his brother’s but always reminded them of why he was the oldest and far more powerful and knowledgably and just plain damn more awesome than them.
Everyone seemed to get with the program. Even Norway, who would snap a remark here or there, understood that under Denmark’s house meant Denmark’s rules. There was only one brother who couldn’t seem to get the message through his thick skull no matter how hard Mathias slammed his axe into it.
Sweden.
Talk about some brotherly fighting. They went to war on multiple occasions cause the jerk couldn’t accept his awesome big brother.
He still loved his brother. He always did. It just sometimes it took a little force to get him with the program, including with current situations. His brother hiding behind a neutrality while Nor and him fought on the front lines. Little Finland left in the open, vulnerable. His brother was being SELFISH and INCONSIDERATE! Family comes first! Come on, even Mathias knew that. For the past two decades he decided to give Sweden the silent treatment as punishment. If he didn’t want to fight by their side, fine, than he didn’t get to speak with his shining personality. He thought the stubborn man would come to his senses eventually, but no, he still never joined. It infuriated him, and not only that, he had heard rumors of the economic struggles his brother had found himself in. Gah, his family. It’s like they always need Big Brother to take care of them.
For that reason, he found himself in Stockholm. He took a boat over and traveled by car to the town. It had taken unbelievably long, but he didn’t want to get caught on a plane to Sweden. He suspected if his brother knew he was coming, he would have his men forcibly put him on the next plane home. He finally made it to the Ikea store, which by the way, Denmark totally made better furniture than Sweden’s shit stuff that falls apart in a month. He busted into the store, axe in hand, ignoring the shop keepers and customers who looked horrified.
“SWEDEN! We need to talk!” he shouted into the store and swung his axe into a terrible bookshelf causing it to fall over into a mess. See? They break so easily. He pulled out his axe. “Your awesome Big Brother is here to knock some sense into you!”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 22:13:43 GMT -5
It was just another day for Sweden. The war was raging around him and he was again serving the few customers that still trickled into Ikea. For being in the state he was in economically he was surprised he still got this many customers, but people still needed to live comfortably. Especially in these darker times people wanted the comfort of standard recliner in colors red, brown and black for only 249 SEK. He’d even lowered his prices since everything happened, people simply didn’t have enough to spend that much.
He heard a crash come from the front of the building and he quickly put away his broom that he was using to sweep the floor. When he wasn’t running the register he was busy cleaning up or putting up new displays. He had enough built already or he would build new pieces….But the ones he currently had had to sell first.
He moved through the many shortcuts he knew how to navigate to find what caused the commotion. A quick shock came over his face but left just as quickly as it showed as he ran passed Denmark to the broken shelf. He kneeled down and tried to pick up the pieces clearly disturbed. “Now how will people get inspired for a place to put their knick knacks that they buy in section 20 aisle 103?” He turned to his reckless brother and offered him a stone expression.
His older brother had always been loud and reckless. He thought he could fix anything by plowing an axe into it. He kept his hold over him for a long time, but no longer. Sweden met him and grabbed the middle of the handle of his axe. He jerked Denmark close and the pointed to a sign on the door that said no weapons allowed.
“I’m going to have to take this from you brother while you’re buying the shelf.”
He insisted and gave a tug at the weapon. His brother would get it back when he left his home. He could only imagine why he'd come here, possibly to bother him about his position in the war, but Denmark was always pushing him about something.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2015 12:54:51 GMT -5
That was fun! He should consider destroying all of Sweden’s shitty made furniture. He held the axe in both his hands, glancing around at what else he might be able to swing it into. A playful smirk danced on his face at the thought of destruction. He lifted his axe to do just that when the stone wall himself decided to make an appearance. He let lout a light laugh and leaned his axe against his shoulder, shifting his weight to one side. “If someone wanted to buy such junk, they could head to a thrift store,” he remarked.
It had been a long time since he’d seen his brother, almost a decade. He looked muscular and tall as always, but his sharp blue eyes caught sight of how his skin seemed a bit paler and his bones appeared a bit more visible. Shit, his brother wasn’t doing well. Damn, that meant he couldn’t be as mad as he wanted to be. It was his own stupid fault. Cutting himself off from the world was bound to hurt him in some sense. Man, why did his brother need so much of his awesome help?
His eyes followed his hand as it pointed to the sign. He blinked. There were so many problems here. First, why did his brother have such a sign? Did every day Swedes often to bring in large weapons to furniture stores? He could just imagine a line of beautiful tall blonds waiting outside of Ikea and there in a basket, each dropped one weapon after another. Second, no way in hell was he taking away his axe! He glared at him and tugged it back against his brother’s strength. Thirdly (and most importantly), his dead body would have to be sent to a freezing death before he ever considered buying one of his trashy pieces of furniture.
“I don’t need your second class furniture,” he kicked the broken shelf just to prove a point, but kept his grip on his axe, “I got my own second class furniture.” He grinned proudly, than frowned, “No, I meant I have my own awesome furniture!” He huffed, his eyes narrowed on the taller nation. Sweden might be tall, but Mathias was still the oldest. He pushed the axes toward Sweden, pressing it up against his neck, under his jaw.
“Why are you still hiding out in a store?” he remarked, getting back to the topic at hand, the reason he had come, “We have a war going on.”
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2015 21:07:18 GMT -5
Sweden had meant what he said and he had the sign out for a reason. This place was his home, he provided gun lockers but people needed what he sold…Or at least they used to. Today, it seemed like most of them could live without. Everyone seemed to hold their weapons a little bit closer in these times. Besides, he would have understood if Denmark came in here with a handgun or a rifle but he was swinging around an axe and breaking his merchandise.
He would have laughed if he could have at Denmark’s remark about his own furniture to be sold. Matthias knew that Sweden made the best work and that drove him insane. He didn’t understand why he was so jealous of it instead of just buying it and trying something else. His brother was good at many things, just not this thing.
He pushed hard against his brothers will but found his back against the wall. The customers that had lingered to watch were now quickly making their way out or further into the building. He would have tried to say something but he was busy at the moment. His iced eyes locked with his brother’s, so close and so demanding of his attention. That was the way his brother always was, always so needy of praise and approval.
The axe came to his neck and he turned his head to avoid the blade, but his eyes stayed locked on his brother. “You have a war going on.” He corrected him and managed to push his hands back enough to hold him at an arm’s length. The harder he pushed he found himself losing ground, it wasn’t something he was used to at all but he was determined to settle his brother and make him pay for what he owed him. “I have no part in it.” He warned with a frigid tone in his voice.
Like the roar of a lion came Berwald’s strength as he pushed off the wall and pressed the weapon back toward his brother. He would not come here and intimidate his people, destroy their dreams of customized homes at reasonable prices and force them into a war that was going to bring them more misery. Did his brother not think him to have the strength? His eyes were determined to hold him, he would hold him.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2015 0:01:08 GMT -5
Berwald had always been a difficult brother. He constantly made Mathias life harder and constantly tried to show him up to their younger siblings. He supposed it was to be suspected from the second eldest of the family. They were always filled with jealous of their awesome older brother. He remembered the fights over dinner. Berwald always choose his words wisely compared to Mathias who let the first thing that popped into his head slip out of his mouth. They would be at the table, eating the latest boar. Mathias scarfing down the meat of the leg, juices slipping down his face as the others ate silently around, picking at their food. Lukas would scoff slightly at the appearance before causally pushing over a cloth for him to use. However, Berwald would always feel the need to comment. It would start off as something small.
I can build a better home.
Your weapon is not sharpened to adequate standards.
I do not care to listen to you anymore.
That had been what he said that evening as Mathias had been explaining, mouth full an amazing exploration he had just returned from, wiping his face off with the cloth. Berwald was always careful with words and in control of his emotions…Mathias…
Oh, Mathias had flipped the entire table over and yelled at his brother, shouting at him to appreciate what he had given him, appreciate his help.
His brother had not responded. He looked at him with the same eyes he saw before him now. The eyes that spoke his words for him and made Mathias want to beat him to the ground.
You have no business in my affairs.
He hated that look. Mathias’s grip tightened on his weapon, trying to choke the man with it. If he wanted to be an idiot, he would definitely get involved. He wasn’t going to sit back and watch his brother suffer like this, suffer in his own stupidity. He would NOT allow him to face this alone. His jaw locked as he felt the force against him, and he pushed back with the same force, the weapon moving back and forth between the two. “Brother, you are part of it whether you want it or not. You think I can’t see!” he growled, “You are growing weaker! If you don’t want to join to protect your family, then you should join for yourself! Wartime economy will give you strength. It will open trade back to you! Stop being an idiot!”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2015 23:41:31 GMT -5
Berwald loved his family. They would never understand just how much he would sacrifice for them. Even when he lived under his brother he still loved him. Mathias took things too far, he tried to control him when his ideas weren’t the same. He didn’t do things right, everything was on the spot and a rash choice. Berwald was tired of being pulled into each mess he’d drag him into. Mathias was far too excitable and he never thought anything through, just like today when he decided to do this in his home.
He held the force against him, refusing to back down. There was not a glimmer of anger in his eyes and there never would be. He knew that part of Mathias’s rage came from the fact that he couldn’t read him. He didn’t blame him for this, but if he took two minutes to think before he acted he might obtain a better idea. Asking was another way to get how he felt but Mathias rarely thought to do that either. It always had to be his way. His fingers gripped over the hilt of the axe.
It won’t be his way anymore.
He had gained a powerful strength to push him back, but he was having trouble holding it. His brother bringing it to his attention wasn’t helping. His arms shook and his feet lost their ground as the pressure increased. He found himself headed back toward the wall. He was right…..
He was getting weaker.
But whatever solution Mathias had for him wasn’t the right one. His back hit the wall again and he dropped his hands from the weapon. He refused to fight his brother any longer this way. He had came into his home, ruined his things and scared off his customers. Denmark needed to go home and leave him alone so that he could clean up the mass destruction his brother left in his wake. He was always a tornado, even if he wasn’t trying to be. He let the weapon come up to his neck and grunted.
“I can protect my family, which is why I won’t subject them to more bloodshed. This war has nothing to do with us. Leave brother, I will send you the bill for the shelf. You want me to join this war, but you do not provide more reason why than you want me to.”” He spoke stone faced. It was always about Mathias and what he wanted. This was just one more thing he would try to place upon him. One more thing that he would try to tell him was best for him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2015 0:28:54 GMT -5
Leave it to Berwald to be as stubborn as a god damn mule! Mathias might rush into his actions without thinking, which to most seemed totally foolish, but he got things done, and he got things done fast. He hadn’t managed to expand his own Empire by pure luck. He could strategize just as good as Berwald and Lukas, he only did so in a more abrupt off the cuff manner. You have two men chasing you down, alright, how can we knock them off their feet, perfect low hanging tree branch. Strategy complete. Grab the tree branch, pull it with all your strength, next thing you know, the two brutes and groaning on the ground. He did not mope around waiting for action to come to him. Life could pass him by in an instant. Except he knew his brother would not understand his reasoning. Berwald always preferred caution more than action, and it certainly stem to the root of many of their quarrels.
His jaw locked as he felt the man try to force his axe back. The strength only lasted a moment before he had the object buried against his neck and up under his jaw. It had not been long ago when his brother could match him in strength. It amazed him to see how the past three decades had changed him, made him weak. If only it would have changed his personality. The unmovable rock would never budge.
His explanation hardly made sense. Most of his family had already joined the war, and if he wished to protect them, he would do so on the battlefield. Fuck, this obviously wasn’t working. It was time to change tactics. He removed the axe from his throat, adjusting it to one hand. “You send me a bill, I’m burning that for fire to keep me warm at night,” he muttered, annoyed. Piece of shit furniture didn’t deserve to go in anyone’s home.
He abruptly bent down and wrapped his arm around his brother’s waist. He grunted as he picked his brother up, throwing him over his shoulder. Under normal circumstances, this would be hella painful! Except his brother was weak, and it didn’t take a master mine to notice he had thinned out drastically making him ten times lighter. He kept a tight hold on him and started to walk him out of the store. “You gotta see this, brother. I think it might change your mind,” he remarked, as he carried the man.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 15:02:22 GMT -5
Berwald was tired of being insulted by his brother, he was tired of dealing with so many of his family trying to sway him, and he was just tired all together. It was the reason that he let the axe drop to his neck. If he really wanted to fight he knew he could but the will simply wasn’t there. However much he was set on the decision he knew that it wasn’t going to lead him anywhere good. All of his effort to protect his family had been done with the right intentions in mind. He never wanted any harm to come to little peter or his wife. He knew that he could keep them safe as long as he kept them close. But the axe to his neck from his brother push was only a reminder that he couldn’t do it forever.
Soon, his friends and enemies would notice he was too weak to withstand any more pressure. But for right now he was fine and he just needed to hold out. He wasn’t going to starve just yet and he knew that there were siblings that supported him. He was still friends with those outside of the neutral party. Most of his friends were in the alliance. If he was going to join a side it would have been them. America had accepted when he had decided to remain neutral, but he knew he would have rather had him on his side. He had his reasons….Denmark should have accepted it as well.
But it wasn’t unlike his older brother to meddle in his personal affairs. He’d been trying to get him to come home since he’d left him all that time ago. Sweden didn’t physically protest when he was lifted. Instead his arms laid slack over his shoulders and his head held down with stone on his features. On the outside it looked like he didn’t mind being picked up but it was far from the truth.
“Mathias. Place me down. I can walk.” Berwald said flatly from over his shoulder. It was amazing after all this time that Mathias could still lift him, but in 30 years he knew he had become weaker. “Where are we going?” He asked, giving up on the fact that he was going to put him down. It was best just to let him do what he wanted until they got there. Did he really think that there was anything that could sway him from his choice? He knew the risks of what he had done and he knew the rewards as well. This wasn’t a choice that was made with so little thought but his brother had always thought the worst in him. They had never gotten along.
Their relationship could have been better if Mathias would have stopped trying so hard to change him. As they moved out of the lobby Sweden watched as customers slowly made their way back in. The rest of the staff would have been able to take care of them and he would make up for the damages that his brother caused. 90 days to pay the bill sounded about right for a normal customer. If he didn’t want to pay right away he could set up a convenient payment plan with the front desk.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 17:38:46 GMT -5
Mathias kept a hold of his younger brother on his shoulder as he sauntered out of the Ikea like he had purchased him from the store. A few customers saw the scene, but with Mathias’ winning smile, they did not feel compelled to interfere. Axe in one hand, brother in the other, he skipped on over to his rental car. He let out a light laugh as he opened up the front door and tossed his brother not so gently into the car. “A place to snap you out of your awful funk of selfishness,” he said with glee, holding one hand into the air, as if ready to fly up into the sky like a super hero. He very quickly snapped out of the pose, and slammed the door shut, moving into the front seat.
It took longer than it should have. Mathias repeatedly tried to slide his axe into the small tiny car. These were the moments, he found himself agreeing with Alfred. Screw global warming. He couldn’t fit his damn axe into the car! He needed a giant gas guzzler. He grunted and struggled, a few times almost cutting Berwald before yanking it back out with a groan and storming to the back. He opened the trunk and slide the axe all the way to the front. He shut the back trunk with a sigh of relief and hopped in the car, starting it. He finally turned and faced his brother with a bright smile. “Off we go!” he said in a chipper voice as he sped out of the store parking lot.
It was a long drive, a very very very very long drive. Mathias started off the drive by whistling Heigh Ho, but after an hour of repeating the same song, he had started to annoy even himself. He then started to play eye spy, the car swerving slightly every time he spied the item. During the drive, he rambled on about his life, not giving Berwald a word in edge wise. He explained how he met this fine looking Asian nation in the Middle East and asked for his advice on what she would prefer more, flowers or chocolate. Without waiting for answer, Mathias came to the conclusion of flowers. Lots of flowers! They had driven into Finland and as they drove, the increased military presence could be noted.
The car pulled to a stop a mile away from the Russian boarder. “We’re here,” Mathias said, his tone turning serious as he got out of the car.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 0:41:23 GMT -5
Sweden ducked and swiped his axe out of the way several times as Mathias tried to make it work in several different ways. He didn't know why his brother still insisted upon carrying the thing everywhere with him. When he finally got it settled in his brother got into the car.
To say that he was bothered by his brothers annoying singing was an understatement. He had first went over all the many ways in his mind how he was going to torture and lock him away in a basement hidden somewhere deep within the arctic ocean. No one would think to look for him there. There would be consequences for his absence, but the more he sang the more that seemed like a risk he was willing to take. Then he graduate from singing to persistent talking. Even if Denmark had expected an answer, Berwald didn't have anything to say to his odd questions.
Despite his visions and grand imagining of disposing of his brother in ways he wouldn't say out loud, he didn't seem bothered. Sweden didn't seem like anything. He knew that it had created a void between him and his brother, but he never quite understood it. All he knew was Mathias was frustrated with him at times for what seemed like no reason.
Berwald recognized where they were, of course he did. Finland was a place he visited often. He was his wife so it required him to visit just as often as a husband should. Of late, it had been more difficult, but they both had their reasons for being strained. He didn't know why they were here. When the car stopped he was looking at a territory he hadn't crossed in a very long time. He got out of the car with Mathias and stared at him directly rather than where they were. "If you wanted to visit my wife, I could have called him." He stated plainly to his brother, still not understanding why he brought him all this way.
They'd driven passed his wife's home a long time ago and to be driven almost to the Russian border wasn't very safe. "Why are we here?"
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