IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!!!! in SWENGLISH!!!!!

[berwaldsverige]

It was after school on Tuesday, Berwald was sitting in the living room with his laptop, stalling doing his homework. The Call of YouTube was strong this afternoon. Tino and Siguard had gone grocery shopping, Mathias was sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich and Gilbert and Eduard were in the backyard.

Then Berwald started laughing...

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[mathias_danmark]

"Dickness." Mathias released the nonsensical curse before pulling out the skillet and getting to work frying the frikadeller. "How are those potatoes coming Homo?" He asked of Gilbert as he started spooning out pieces of the ground meat into the hot oil and flattening them with the end of the spoon.

[i_got_5_meters]

"They're going just fine, you flaming pansy." Gilbert tossed Mads the companionable insult before grabbing the bag of potatoes and holding it up to the camera. He looked straight into the lens with an angry scowl and shouted in his best intimidating sounding German officer voice. "Erste...KARTOFFELN SCHÄLEN!"

Gilbert tossed the bag of potatoes at the counter, a few rogue spuds rolling off onto the floor before picking up the closest one, forcefully opening the utensil drawer to get the peeler and practically attacking the potato with it, sending the peels flying straight onto Mads' back.

[berwaldsverige]

"8"

"For great aim with skins" Berwald grunted letting the idiots continue with the "show".

[mathias_danmark]

"You only give them more points because you hate me." The Dane commented, shaking himself and trying to get the peels off. He managed to get a handful of them and tossed them at the Swede... snickering at a few that splattered over the rectangle frames of his glasses.

[i_got_5_meters]

"Stop whining, butt-pirate." Gilbert butted in with a laugh as he finished the last bit of manic potato peeling.

After he set the large pot on the counter he took a couple spuds in each hand and turned towards the camera. "Nächste...DIE KARTOFFELN KOCHEN!" He shouted before proceeding to toss, punch, headbutt, and generally abuse the potatoes into the pot. He made his best angry face at the camera as he filled the pot with water and added a bit of salt. "Medium hight, or 6 will do."

Man, he was enjoying this WAY TOO MUCH. Meanwhile, behind the camera, Eduard watched on and attempted to keep a straight face at his housemates' antics. If he had the freedom to shake his head and facepalm he would most definitely be doing so.

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald removed the skins from his glasses, wiped them off and then held up a "-11 For Pussy Sportsmanship" sign as he reajusted his Viking Helmet, the self-appointed Approval Viking Inspector slash Judge of the event that once the "women" got home from the store they were ALL going to pay for.

[mathias_danmark]

"Bah, this is just classic Dane vs. Swede shit. You guys won't stop being bitches about the Kalmar Union." He flipped the Swede off, before going back to his work. The first round of frikadeller were done. As he prepared the second skillet full he started taking watch of what it was the German was up to.

"Now why can't you headbutt like that when we play football ey? You can be all bad to a potato but you kick a ball like you got Parkinson's disease." The Dane heckled, moving aside just enough so that Gilbert could get the potato pot on the stove as well. Oh lord look at the mess they'd made. Tino was just going to fucking strangle them! They would never be allowed in his kitchen again!!!

[i_got_5_meters]

"Ja, I'll make sure to do it next time they have you covering goal during drills. We'll see who's all Michael J after that, now won't we?" Gilbert retorted, now watching the pot and waiting for it to boil. "Plus, I don't see you doing any better. How long has it been since you've scored a goal? Not to mention your corner kicks there hot-shot."

Eduard continued to film the downtime, not caring about how much useless footage he got. It could all be edited later. He took a pan shot of the kitchen, however, and groaned when he noticed the extent of the mess the "men" of the house had made. "Ugh...I'm going to get in just as much trouble as you guys for this, you know? I should be stopping you, not encouraging it. Tino is going to skin me like a TonTon for this..."

[berwaldsverige]

"I will be sleeping on the couch"... The sign the Swede held up said. He "-1000 for the Swede for allowing the people he's supposed to be babysitting ruin the kitchen" he added. Shrugging and smirking.

[mathias_danmark]

"Maybe I'll get off lucky. Siguard isn't as attached to the kitchen as Tino is... but... then again... Siguard isn't one to just let me off the hook like that... I'm the one cooking and I'm the one that started the mess." He began laughing. "We're dead men. I'll be throwing fists with you, Svenk, for first crack at the couch. I'm not sleeping in the bath tub!" He joked.

"And you're two are going to get off the easiest!" He indicated Eduard and Gilbert. "Tino can't possibly stay mad at you any length of time Spects, and really, how could you say no with the three of us ganging up on you, and GIL, seeing as your viking-man-wife is an accessory to our crime he can't rightly kick you out of bed. You bastards still have a place to sleep and still have the prospect of getting laid tonight. The Svenk and me? Well, we better look fondly back on sex, because we'll be begging for it before our wives get over this."

[i_got_5_meters]

"Ja, that's a good point for once, danskie." Gilbert turned around, fork in hand like a sword, to emphasize his agreeing with the situation. "I've had to sleep in some pretty bad places, but at least I can still get laid this week, unlike you two. Kesesese...How about it, man-wife? Wanna make the couch sleepers jealous tonight?" He leered towards the cameraman with a waggle of his pale eyebrows.

Eduard sputtered and shuffled while still trying his best to hold the camera steady. "Umm...th-th-that part is getting edited out of the footage, Gil." The Estonian muttered until the embarrassment was broken by the sound of hissing and crackling from over in the direction of the stove. "Frak! Guys...the potatoes are boiling over and the oil is starting to spatter. You might want to get that."

"Scheiße!" Gilbert jolted out of his propositioning of his boyfriend to turn the stove down and grab the pot by the handles.