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May 21, 2009 07:03

Who: Denmark
yndigt_land and anybody who wants to stumble across him.
What: Going a little nuts.
When: Pretty soon after he gets here.
Where: The North Wing
Warning: None yet.

He sighed, loudly, annoyedly, so that it would echo around the entire room. This was too much, too much! He'd spent half a decade kept at home by that German; no friends to talk to, none of his fellow Nordic countries to go and visit (not as though they always appreciated his visits, but they just didn't know how to appreciate a good thing sometimes), not even allowed to the freedom to walk his own coasts or put his own ships to sea. It was madness. Talk about winter blues. . . for five years! He had been climbing the walls by the time of the surrender.

Now after only one week of freedom he was confined again, this ridiculous place, with it's barred windows. He'd, plain and simple, had it. He began to tear through his room looking for something that would be useful; the outside corridor was snow (snow!) and even though he had a sneaking suspicion it could be futile, he was going to dig into it and see where it would lead.

But after awhile of emptying every drawer and closet, the most useful things he'd found were a few pencils, and one pen. A pencil? Who was he kidding? He gripped it tightly in his fist, staring at the point, seriously considering using it until he heard a faint snap, opened his hand, and watched the pencil fall in two pieces to the ground. Woah there. Hold on, pal. He talked to himself soothingly, taking the remaining pencil and pen and heading out into the hallway. He tried to gage where the wall ended in his room, then dug in with earnest, happy to just be moving around, and curious to see how far he would get before somebody stopped him.

iceland, norway, finland, denmark, liechtenstein

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