For Xiaolongbaozhu: Unusual Company :｡･:*:･ﾟ'☆
[It is night, and Norway's home is silent except for the creak and squeak of the building as it settles, making the noises common in such old buildings. Outside a light summer rain falls, the sound hushed, gentle, lulling. Despite the quiet and the late hour, not all the occupants of the house are sleeping. There is a light on in the kitchen.
Norway sits there at the table, reading a cheap paperback. The cup of coffee by his hand has gone cold. The window is open, and a breeze blows in rain-touched air, cooling his face. He stares at the page in front of him, but finds he can't concentrate on it. His thoughts keep flitting to the house's other occupants - one familiar, and one not.
When Norway had invited Iceland to spend a week with him, his brother had been stubborn about it. Eventually he accepted - on the condition that he be allowed to bring someone to keep him company. Normally not one to give in to that, Norway had decided... fine. Just this once. As a result, he found himself acting host not only to Iceland, but Hong Kong as well. Norway accepted it not without uncertainty; he and Hong Kong were unfamiliar enough with one another that there would doubtless be awkwardness between them - and furthermore, Norway just wasn't sure what to think of him. But if it meant Iceland would stay a while, then fine. So be it.
Now, they had gone to bed a couple of hours earlier, Iceland and his friend, leaving Norway with the night to himself, and though he normally would enjoy the quiet, he can't concentrate. Continues thinking about them, the two of them. Perhaps his unease only comes from the fact that there is now someone sleeping in his house who is almost a stranger. A stranger who Norway hasn't the slightest idea how to act toward.
Norway flips the page. Stares at the words, but doesn't read them, lost in his thoughts. Thinks: I'll take them out in the boat tomorrow, if the weather is fair; they might like that. Having made the decision, Norway now feels at-ease enough to turn his mind back into the book, toward the pleasantly predictable plot again, enough to lose himself in it, perhaps. Awkward or not, everything will be fine, he reasons.]
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Norway sits there at the table, reading a cheap paperback. The cup of coffee by his hand has gone cold. The window is open, and a breeze blows in rain-touched air, cooling his face. He stares at the page in front of him, but finds he can't concentrate on it. His thoughts keep flitting to the house's other occupants - one familiar, and one not.
When Norway had invited Iceland to spend a week with him, his brother had been stubborn about it. Eventually he accepted - on the condition that he be allowed to bring someone to keep him company. Normally not one to give in to that, Norway had decided... fine. Just this once. As a result, he found himself acting host not only to Iceland, but Hong Kong as well. Norway accepted it not without uncertainty; he and Hong Kong were unfamiliar enough with one another that there would doubtless be awkwardness between them - and furthermore, Norway just wasn't sure what to think of him. But if it meant Iceland would stay a while, then fine. So be it.
Now, they had gone to bed a couple of hours earlier, Iceland and his friend, leaving Norway with the night to himself, and though he normally would enjoy the quiet, he can't concentrate. Continues thinking about them, the two of them. Perhaps his unease only comes from the fact that there is now someone sleeping in his house who is almost a stranger. A stranger who Norway hasn't the slightest idea how to act toward.
Norway flips the page. Stares at the words, but doesn't read them, lost in his thoughts. Thinks: I'll take them out in the boat tomorrow, if the weather is fair; they might like that. Having made the decision, Norway now feels at-ease enough to turn his mind back into the book, toward the pleasantly predictable plot again, enough to lose himself in it, perhaps. Awkward or not, everything will be fine, he reasons.]
[ooc: Flat View]