“Hi, sorry, have you seen a Dane about this tall? He spikes up his hair and he’s pretty loud and boisterous and he’s probably going by the name of Maks or maybe Matthias or…” Finland pauses, trying to think of what other names Denmark uses when he’s trying to fit in with humans. “Or maybe something similar. Or if you have any idea where he lives! I know he’s here somewhere.”
It’s the fourth or fifth house he’s tried, but it’s hard to keep track. All of the houses here seem to look the same. Finland could be going round in circles for all he knows. And he probably should have made a note of the number of the house that he left, because if he doesn’t find Denmark he has no idea how he’s going to find his way home.
But that wasn’t the first thought he had when he received the call from Denmark about half an hour ago. Finland had been puzzling through the overload of information that had been provided in his new home, trying to work out what on earth was going on when his phone had rung. He’d answered automatically, and had been greeted by a drunken ramble, something about everyone leaving, even him, Ice would probably be next, and something about a resort and some saunas. It was hard to keep track of everything, Finland’s brain already overloaded with information and not entirely sure what was going on as it was. And hard to get a word in edgeways to try and ask what was going on, until Finland realised something. “Denmark? It’s a little early to be drunk, isn’t it?”
And then there had been more rambling about Norway leaving and ignoring Finland’s requests for where he was. And then, quite suddenly, the call had been cut off, leaving Finland worried for just what Denmark had done to himself in his drunken state, especially when he didn’t answer when Finland redialled. Without a second thought for the newness of surroundings he’d set off to find him with only his phone in hand.
“The one who runs the resort? He lives down the road, I think. Try a bit further that way.” Finland brightened to have some sort of recognition, and didn’t think twice about wrapping an arm around the startled house owner’s shoulder in a quick hug. “Thank you!”
Setting off at a jog he carried on down the road, picking a house at random and knocking on the door. This time he got a number and beaming set off. But knocking on Denmark’s door didn’t give him an answer, and nor did redialling again. “Denmark, you idiot, come out or I’m breaking down the door!” Finland shouted in frustration, and was relieved to hear some kind of movement from inside. When Denmark opened the door, Finland didn’t even think twice about the messy state of his friend, throwing himself at him in a tight hug. “Thank goodness I’ve found you.”
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It’s the fourth or fifth house he’s tried, but it’s hard to keep track. All of the houses here seem to look the same. Finland could be going round in circles for all he knows. And he probably should have made a note of the number of the house that he left, because if he doesn’t find Denmark he has no idea how he’s going to find his way home.
But that wasn’t the first thought he had when he received the call from Denmark about half an hour ago. Finland had been puzzling through the overload of information that had been provided in his new home, trying to work out what on earth was going on when his phone had rung. He’d answered automatically, and had been greeted by a drunken ramble, something about everyone leaving, even him, Ice would probably be next, and something about a resort and some saunas. It was hard to keep track of everything, Finland’s brain already overloaded with information and not entirely sure what was going on as it was. And hard to get a word in edgeways to try and ask what was going on, until Finland realised something. “Denmark? It’s a little early to be drunk, isn’t it?”
And then there had been more rambling about Norway leaving and ignoring Finland’s requests for where he was. And then, quite suddenly, the call had been cut off, leaving Finland worried for just what Denmark had done to himself in his drunken state, especially when he didn’t answer when Finland redialled. Without a second thought for the newness of surroundings he’d set off to find him with only his phone in hand.
“The one who runs the resort? He lives down the road, I think. Try a bit further that way.” Finland brightened to have some sort of recognition, and didn’t think twice about wrapping an arm around the startled house owner’s shoulder in a quick hug. “Thank you!”
Setting off at a jog he carried on down the road, picking a house at random and knocking on the door. This time he got a number and beaming set off. But knocking on Denmark’s door didn’t give him an answer, and nor did redialling again. “Denmark, you idiot, come out or I’m breaking down the door!” Finland shouted in frustration, and was relieved to hear some kind of movement from inside. When Denmark opened the door, Finland didn’t even think twice about the messy state of his friend, throwing himself at him in a tight hug. “Thank goodness I’ve found you.”