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[It's early in the morning. Sweden smiles to himself, sleepily. And then, suddenly, he realizes something. He internally panics, trying to make a hasty attempt to rationalize. He's woken up, once again, somewhere that was definitely not his bed. At all. And there was someone sleeping right next to him. He wished this would stop happening to him!!
He slowly, with creeping dread, turns to see who's next to him. That's probably not who you think it is, Sweden-- oh god, no, no. ]
.....NOO0000oooo---!!!
[ He pauses, and realizes it's not Sister Finland. Oh. He stops yelling. Awkward. His cheeks turn pink in embarassment. He doesn't recognize her, any of the pictures on the walls, the house, and from the window the view of the street is totally unfamiliar. It takes a while, but he does find the phone. He tries a few numbers, but all he recieves in the dial tone. He picks up the phone again, and then it suddenly connects somewhere.]
Oh god. Who am I talking to? Hello? Operator? Is this some kind of joke? I-- I didn't drink that much last night.
Uh... ahem.
Oh, ha ha. This isn't really all that funny.... Err… and these aren’t even my glasses. Well, those pictures might look very professionally done, but I’m not impressed. At least I look happy. This is creepy. I know I've never lived here, or even met these people!
Norway, did you do this? Are one of you hiding behind the curtains?
[he sets the phone down, and after a pause where he checks the curtains, he speaks into the phone again]
Just give up already!!
Do you think I’m going to fall for something like this? [Whatever it is?!] It doesn’t even make any sense why someone would want to do this.
Who was that in my bed?!?! What's going on?! And where am I? Please tell me there’s someone there.
...Denmark, are you there? N-norway…?
[sighs] …I think I’d even be happy to see Finland, at this point…
…well, actually, not really…
He slowly, with creeping dread, turns to see who's next to him. That's probably not who you think it is, Sweden-- oh god, no, no. ]
.....NOO0000oooo---!!!
[ He pauses, and realizes it's not Sister Finland. Oh. He stops yelling. Awkward. His cheeks turn pink in embarassment. He doesn't recognize her, any of the pictures on the walls, the house, and from the window the view of the street is totally unfamiliar. It takes a while, but he does find the phone. He tries a few numbers, but all he recieves in the dial tone. He picks up the phone again, and then it suddenly connects somewhere.]
Oh god. Who am I talking to? Hello? Operator? Is this some kind of joke? I-- I didn't drink that much last night.
Uh... ahem.
Oh, ha ha. This isn't really all that funny.... Err… and these aren’t even my glasses. Well, those pictures might look very professionally done, but I’m not impressed. At least I look happy. This is creepy. I know I've never lived here, or even met these people!
Norway, did you do this? Are one of you hiding behind the curtains?
[he sets the phone down, and after a pause where he checks the curtains, he speaks into the phone again]
Just give up already!!
Do you think I’m going to fall for something like this? [Whatever it is?!] It doesn’t even make any sense why someone would want to do this.
Who was that in my bed?!?! What's going on?! And where am I? Please tell me there’s someone there.
...Denmark, are you there? N-norway…?
[sighs] …I think I’d even be happy to see Finland, at this point…
…well, actually, not really…