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[dannebrog]

[8 ℃ is close enough for him. That's 46 ℉ which is only 14 ℉ away from being 32 ℉ or only 8 ℃ away from being 0 ℃. The colder the better to be honest because even a few degrees lesser in the air there is the potential for it to happen--and if the conditions where right it could happen that very day. While Denmark was not savvy in the environmental

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[giveslife]

[ It's a bit of a chilly morning. Sophie had woken up with something of a case of sniffles and feeling a bit warm on the forehead. She feels fine otherwise, though, so it doesn't alarm her. She'd gotten over colds much worse than these without the help of a doctor.

But this weather means her laundry is going to be soddy.

She draws her shawl closer to herself as she walks to the courtyard, basket in hand. There's a man in the distance whom she doesn't recognize from afar, doing something she finds rather strange. ]

Hello?

[ She calls, and upon approaching him realizing she has met him before. ]

Mister Denmark? What are you doing?

[dannebrog]

[The voice startled him at first, but there was no movement to hint at such a reaction asides maybe a tensing of the shoulders. More curious, the Dane turned his gaze away from the outside environment, shifting his head to regard the young woman who was approaching him.

Not noticing--at first--who the figure was, he pursed his lips and waited for a moment before replying, recognizing the face and brightening his expression upon her approach]

Ah! Sophie! Hello, hello.

[He smiled brightly, happy for the company.]

I am--ah, well--waiting, you see? It's cold out!

[giveslife]

[ She lifts an eyebrow and turns to the place where he was staring into just a moment ago. ]

Waiting? For snow?

[ That would be a reasonable thing to expect, with the way the weather is. ]

I don't think it's quite cold enough yet.

[dannebrog]

[Blinking a few times, Denmark turned back to look out the window, watching the skies for a moment as he replied, his voice eager and cheerful, even amongst how slightly nasally it might sound at the moment. He inhales though, to clear this sound away.]

Perhaps! But only a few more degrees downward and there is the chance! Well--if you consider dew-point 'n all that, but 'm no meteorologist.

[Leaning back away from the window for a moment, his hands still on the cool glass beneath, he focused his attention on the woman there, knowing the weather would still shift onward without his eyes upon it]

You're up early, Sophie--are you well?

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[isahusband]

[Pay no mind to the quiet nation wandering the hallways, it's not as if he's looking for anyone in particular. Honestly. That package in his hands? If it resembles some kind of breakfast then it's purely coincidence. Clearly he wasn't worried about that annoying roommate of his. Denmark could get over colds on his own.

Only...Sweden knew his fellow nation well enough to know that things would get no better if left to his own devices. So while most would want immediate praise for things like Kleenex by the bed or the bigger glass of orange juice in the morning? Sweden was perfectly with it all being completely passed over. Otherwise Denmark might get crazy ideas in his head about Sweden actually caring. Who needed that?

This morning however would prove a bit difficult as breakfast would have to be handed over face-to-face. Things were so much easier when the food just disappeared without words having to be exchanged or intents acknowledged. The first step, however, was finding out where the heck Denmark had gone]

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[dannebrog]

[Why Sweden, you are so lucky Denmark is rather oblivious to all these changes in the daily routine. Oblivious in general, he would rather take in the more positive mannerisms of life, enjoy the day-to-day than focus on a cold, tissues by his bedside and larger portions of orange juice. Perhaps he would rather consider them just something to make the day that much better in a time when things seemed rather trodden, a kind gesture amongst things he didn't care to focus on for too long

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[isahusband]

[After turning a corner, Sweden finally spotted a familiar figure who appeared to be attached to the window. He quirked an eyebrow, not that anyone would be able to notice, and stood there watching the scene for a few minutes. The weather had changed last he heard. No more rain, and the temperature had dro-...oh. That explained it. This was almost endearing.

All that aside, Sweden made his way up to the already occupied window and took a spot next to his roommate, silently observing the scene.]

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[dannebrog]

[When the temperature did not drop, a small tsk amongst a breath, a sigh, escaped his lips before looking up then starting as he saw a familiar face in the reflection of the windows. A small, slow smile crept upon his face after a moment of silence before he turned and looked to his roommate, bringing his hands away from the device and placing them in his pockets with a small laugh]

Ah! Sweden!

[The laugh carried as he smiled in a sly manner before leaning closer, uncertain why the other nordic was there but not complaining for the company he had come into recently, the companionship better than the loneliness of the room before. Even if Sweden was prone to nitpicking.]

Trying to scare me, I see--well! Once again your plan has failed you.

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[englaland]

[England would credit himself with being able to adapt to different situations fairly quickly. He was an explorer, a leader! He was accustomed to seeing different places and meeting different people, and he knew he had the ability to familiarize himself quickly with his surroundings. Certainly quickly enough save himself the embarrassment of becoming lost.

So, in search of just exactly where he would be staying in this strange and bleak world, he refused to admit that he was anything of the sort.

Because he wasn't.

Because that would be silly.

He was merely exploring! He'd find the living quarters soon enough and it didn't matter that he was tired and perhaps a bit stressed out with the news and the state of this place, the promise of it infecting his own world, and he didn't want to have a lie down, certainly not! That could wait, because right now he was exploring and not lost!

England sighed, slowing his step and looking around. There were people but not anyone he recognized and then, just then, England realised he was

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[dannebrog]

[Now that was a voice that caught him off guard. Denmark had simply been flipping through the device within his hand when it sounded, rocking back and forth on his feet as he stared downwards, then upwards past the window panes in small intervals. It was something akin to pacing while not physically doing so. It honestly was more of transferring his attention to one thing then another without running holes in the walkways. Yet the voice caused him to stop and look up, taking in a breath from his nose, a sniffle.

The face and voice where familiar immediately, and it caused the perplexed look to wipe off his features and a smile to replace them, brightening up the mild seriousness he had been holding. Turning his body, he faced the other nation and laughed softly as if pleased to see him standing there, as if expecting it as slowly but surely, they where numbering up one by one.]

Ah! England! I thought the room got stuffier--

[He joked with a playful wink]

When did you get here?

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[englaland]

[England bristled, his expression pinching sourly for a moment before smoothing out into something haughty and forcibly calm.

English.]

Just this morning. Have you been here long? I don't believe I noticed your absence back home.

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[dannebrog]

[Well that's a familiar looking face there! With a small chuckle, Denmark shifted closer to the other nation and clasped a hand around his shoulder, shaking the joint slightly.]

A while, actually! Much longer than you--but I suppose yah don't normally pay much attention northward, do yah?

[The latter was a joke, of course, but his tone held it's normal tone. For the nations around him, it was what how they came to understand his personality on their own terms and Denmark was not going to make it easy for them, certainly.]

[aprique]

[He feels horribleThat was the very first thought that came to mind when he forced himself out of bed that morning, eager to start the brand new day with a smile on his face - only to realize he couldn't see straight and the world felt like it was tipping over. When vertigo passes, he's clinging to the edge of the bedside drawer, trying to straighten himself up, upright, steady, but it doesn't seem to be helping. He glances over at where Gokudera sleeps, and tells himself: don't make a noise

[dannebrog]

[The cough sounded and it caught his attention, turning to face the figure who he greeted with the warmest smile he could. The last time the spoke, he remembered that he had not been in the best of states. Denmark had made a promise to try to cheer the other up, but the time between then had be busy and he had lost track of various tasks he wanted to keep in check. So brightly he replied, taking one of his hands off the window and raising it in greeting before shifting completely to face the blond, a mild furrow to his brows as well--he didn't look so good.]

Something special? Well! Just the weather bein' a little bizarre and the fact it's gettin' colder. See the clouds?

[He turned back to look through the window panes, watching the horizon with small tilt to his head, obviously excited the way his tone shifted and how he focused on the outside. It was something that was familiar and perhaps he was missing home more than he let on, but that was simply the thing to do, looking forward to finding that factor of coziness in this new

because he's going to meet the entire Hetalia cast whether he wants to or not

[the_daybreak]

[It's cold.

He's not sick, he's just cold. A kid who grows up on an island does not usually see temperatures of 8 ℃. So this is... difficult.

A little grumble escapes his throat. He's forgotten his shirt, it seems; or rather, he simply slept (or rather, laid in bed for hours) without it. To combat this, he's simply wrapped himself up in the blanket from his bed, using it as a sort of cloak. Honestly, he's been wandering the halls for hours, too.

So it's not surprising he stumbles upon Denmark, stepping up beside him to peer out of the window.] What are you looking at...?

well he's in luck because Denmark well treat 'im right!

[dannebrog]

[Leaning further against the window seal, Denmark took in a breath as he looked down towards his device then back out at the clouds that seemed perpetual in the sky. It was if he willed it, as if he was having a staring contest with the sky but a voice brought a losing game.

He looked Scandinavian enough, with his paler features and that hair, almost like Iceland--well, almost. So with a pause he inspected the nearby figure, primarily noting his improve-cloak, the idea of it bringing a small smile to his lips which soon blossomed into something of a full grin. He was pleased to see people he had never met before, pleased for the company even at the earlier hour.

Turning, he regarded the unfamiliar face then looked back out the window, humming quietly before replying in good humor amongst the congestion of his sinuses.]

They sky! It's kinda hidden, yah see? But maybe since the weather's droppin' and the clouds are buildin' there might be a chance for some colder weather.

8D!!

[the_daybreak]

[A little sigh; he tugs the blanket a little tighter around his shoulders, watching as his companion looked him over. It was weird to be scrutinized -- though he was sort of used to it. Evil villains liked doing it, it seemed. As far as he knew, though, this one wasn't some villain. At least, he couldn't make that judgment yet.

He settled against the window, shivering as the glass cooled his back through the blanket.] What are you hoping to see? It's so cold...

[dannebrog]

[His eyes scanning the skyline of the broken down cityscape, Denmark paused and took in a small breath, drumming his fingers on the window pane which he reached up to before shifting at the sound of the voice once more. Returning his attention he smiled softly, his voice light.]

Snow, of course! Even in a place like this, it should be possible-- weather is natural, no matter the surroundings.

[Granted, the pale-haired figure didn't look like one to appreciate the cold weather the way he was wrapped up. It was alright though, not everyone came from colder climates and well--Denmark was not too fond of extreme heat, so he understood the reverse effect.]