You Can't Hide Forever part 33
anonymous
June 6 2011, 02:51:04 UTC
On the Border of Sweden and Finland
Finland let out a sigh as he signed out of the network. “This is getting more complicated by the hour, isn’t it Sweden?”
Sweden grunted in agreement. “I still what to know why did someone tell the humans what we are and who they are. All we do know is that someone is attacking us and that Turkey and Taiwan are suspects.” Sweden furrows his brow in thought. “But I don’t think those two have anything to do with this though.”
“I don’t think they’ve done anything either. For all we know, they could be in trouble.” Finland looked down at the desk. “I want to get out of here and investigate myself but we’re stuck here because of those reporters outside.” Finland slammed his fist down on the desk and Sweden jumped in surprise. “Damn it! This is so frustrating!”
Sweden placed a comforting hand Finland’s shoulder and said nothing.
The two nations sat in silence while the faint sounds of Peter’s cartoon drifted into the room.
Tino relaxed and rose from computer desk. He shrugged off Sweden’s hand and stretched. “Thank you. I needed that. Anyway, it is getting late. How about we make some tea or coffee to relax a bit, hmm?”
“That sounds nice. I think we still have your favorite tea in the cupboard and I’ll make a snack for Sealand and Hanatamgo while we are in the kitchen,” said Sweden as he rose from his chair as well and began to walk out the room and down the stairs to the kitchen.
Finland glanced out the window before taking a seat at the table. “Hmm, it seems the reporters left.”
“Mm, I guess they couldn’t take the cold,” muttered Sweden as he filled a kettle full of water and set the kettle on the stove.
Finland turned away from the window. “Berwald,” he began softly, “Someone is out there though and they aren’t reporters.”
“Do you know how many?” Sweden softly said back as he took out some teabags and coffee mugs.
“No. I only saw two, but there maybe more.”
“What should we do?”
“I don’t think they know that we know they are out there.”
“Your gun and my sword are in the parlor,” Sweden said as he opened the refrerator and took out a small juice box and some pudding. “I’m going to give these to Sealand and tell him and Hanatamago to hide. I’ll get our weapons while I’m gone.” He placed the items on a tray.
The kettle on the stove rattled.
“Okay. Be quick about it though,” Finland faked yawned and glanced out the window again and froze. “What the-”
Sweden, who was already about to leave the room, turned around. “What is it?”
The figures outside had shown themselves. There were about twelve people outside and three of them were putting large cylindrical objects on their shoulders.
Finland’s eyes widened when he realized what they were. He jumped from the chair and started to run.
Finland let out a sigh as he signed out of the network. “This is getting more complicated by the hour, isn’t it Sweden?”
Sweden grunted in agreement. “I still what to know why did someone tell the humans what we are and who they are. All we do know is that someone is attacking us and that Turkey and Taiwan are suspects.” Sweden furrows his brow in thought. “But I don’t think those two have anything to do with this though.”
“I don’t think they’ve done anything either. For all we know, they could be in trouble.” Finland looked down at the desk. “I want to get out of here and investigate myself but we’re stuck here because of those reporters outside.” Finland slammed his fist down on the desk and Sweden jumped in surprise. “Damn it! This is so frustrating!”
Sweden placed a comforting hand Finland’s shoulder and said nothing.
The two nations sat in silence while the faint sounds of Peter’s cartoon drifted into the room.
Tino relaxed and rose from computer desk. He shrugged off Sweden’s hand and stretched. “Thank you. I needed that. Anyway, it is getting late. How about we make some tea or coffee to relax a bit, hmm?”
“That sounds nice. I think we still have your favorite tea in the cupboard and I’ll make a snack for Sealand and Hanatamgo while we are in the kitchen,” said Sweden as he rose from his chair as well and began to walk out the room and down the stairs to the kitchen.
Finland glanced out the window before taking a seat at the table. “Hmm, it seems the reporters left.”
“Mm, I guess they couldn’t take the cold,” muttered Sweden as he filled a kettle full of water and set the kettle on the stove.
Finland turned away from the window. “Berwald,” he began softly, “Someone is out there though and they aren’t reporters.”
“Do you know how many?” Sweden softly said back as he took out some teabags and coffee mugs.
“No. I only saw two, but there maybe more.”
“What should we do?”
“I don’t think they know that we know they are out there.”
“Your gun and my sword are in the parlor,” Sweden said as he opened the refrerator and took out a small juice box and some pudding. “I’m going to give these to Sealand and tell him and Hanatamago to hide. I’ll get our weapons while I’m gone.” He placed the items on a tray.
The kettle on the stove rattled.
“Okay. Be quick about it though,” Finland faked yawned and glanced out the window again and froze. “What the-”
Sweden, who was already about to leave the room, turned around. “What is it?”
The figures outside had shown themselves. There were about twelve people outside and three of them were putting large cylindrical objects on their shoulders.
Finland’s eyes widened when he realized what they were. He jumped from the chair and started to run.
“Sweden! Get down!”
The kettle whistled.
And the room exploded.
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