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This was definitely not his home, that much was obvious. Tino had woken up in something rather akin to Francis' house - plush, satin... it made the young Finnish male squirm. He wanted his blue sheets, where he curled up in a white Ikea bed next to
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He swallowed thickly, heart racing as he let his hand drop. He hadn't accepted any of his actions so far. It was way too scary. Something was very, very wrong here, and Tino was afraid that what was wrong here was him. He decided to not lose his cool all at once. Maybe he just had to talk. Talking helped, usually. Maybe.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ber. Wha-what divorce?" he questioned, voice shaking in uncertainty. He really didn't like that word: divorce. Maybe he was just misunderstanding something about it.
[ooc: Haha, it was way too late for me too. Dx]
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Most would explain themselves or give some sort of answer to a nervous question but Sweden just wasn't that sort of country. Despite having been completely fixated on the subject of what was wrong just moments ago, he now dropped it. "Find an exit." He mumbled, taking Tino's hand and moving out of the room. It was as if he didn't trust his fellow "country" to walk on his own now. Tino was being treated as a young child for the time-being, though lacking the affectionate warmth often accompanying a father holding his child's hand. No, it was more as if Tino were a child who had recently misbehaved.
However, touching that hand brought consequences. As the two of them moved through an unfamiliar, unwelcoming environment together, Sweden slowly came to realize that Finland was wearing a ring. A ring placed where a wedding ring traditionally rested. Once this fact fully registered, he stopped moving again to confirm his suspicion by taking a look. Indeed, there it was! A wedding ring. The befuddled nation stared hard at Tino's fingers then turned his gaze to the other male's face. What was that jewelry doing there?
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"We're not divorced, Berwald," he murmured, voice full of strength, despite him wanting to get worked up over the situation. He followed the other obediently, feeling the lack of warmth and tenderness in his grasp. He furrowed his eyebrows, and when the nation turned to look at him, he'd be met with a look of complete, utter... sadness. He can't even muster a jolt of shock at meeting Berwald's face. He'd be scared, usually, but now it's a different fear.
"If we were divorced, that ring wouldn't be there, right?" Tino asked, noticing the other had looked (bore a hole through his hand, it seemed) at his ring finger. He stood his ground, keeping the distance between them now. His heart hurt, everything ached; Tino couldn't grasp anything the other had said. Nothing.
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Eventually, he spoke again. He didn't have many words, but he had to offer what he was able to help them both get an understanding of what was happening. "Didn't love me, so I ended it." He nearly inaudibly grumbled, no longer making accusations and instead giving explanations. It still stung to acknowledge. Sweden glanced away, unable to hide his own hurt even though he was much less expressive of it than Tino was. A hand dug through his pocket, searching for his own evidence to match the ring Tino was wearing. He withdrew a wedding ring of his own and offered it for viewing. "Ya wouldn't even wear th' one I got ya." Still couldn't look at him. It was a struggle to even speak of it.
He was beginning to slowly recognize what Tino had told him was nothing but true and not the result of a lapse in memory. Sweden didn't have the slightest idea what it meant to accept this as reality which may have been part of his reluctance to fully embrace it.
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This time, Tino reached out again. He touched the hand that showed the wedding ring, the one that matched his own. He shook his head at his words and stepped to be closer to him again, to remain as calm as he could.
"I love you more than anything. I say this to you everyday, and you repeat it back to me, because you love me, too. I don't understand why you think so differently, Berwald," he whispered, feeling a tug in his emotions. He knew that this man didn't feel like his Berwald. But it was still Berwald, the one he loved. At the same time, it wasn't. It hurt and confused Tino, but he wanted to hold on, anyway, afraid he'd miss everything if he even thought to let go.
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Well, Sweden quickly concluded the least he could do was help get Tino through this situation and help him return home, wherever that may be. He'd also reassure him the best he could. Going their separate ways simply wasn't an option. After all, he was still Tino. Not the one he knew, but Tino nonetheless. Just seeing that face of his stirred up a natural and irrepressible desire to protect. The country grunted a bit, a noise signaling his acknowledgment of everything that had been said. He reached up with his free hand to pat the human on the head, attempting to comfort him.
Maybe a hug or something would be better considering how this Tino felt about him, but he wasn't exactly up to that. It'd be a lie to say he slightly wished he could just let go of all this baggage and enjoy this while he could. But then Sweden would just be worse off emotionally when he got home himself. He had to try protecting himself as well. At least a little.
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Tino put his hand on the other male's, bring it down as he held it in his grasp. He was confused and lost and... Berwald seemed to have an answer for what was going on. Maybe. He thought so, at least. He said they were divorced, Tino didn't love him, all of these things that seemed so far-fetched and crazy that it upset him.
"Ber, please tell me what's going on. I really don't understand anything you've told me, and you feel so far from me. I really can't stand it," Tino murmured, squeezing his hand. He felt too close to him, too clingy and needy for answers. But he needed to resolve this. He was stuck in some strange place with the other, escape maybe not possible. He had to know something before they tried leaving. If what he'd learn would upset him, he wouldn't care. He'd be by Berwald's side anyway.
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Maybe if they got an even better understanding of the situation he could offer something. However, it all seemed so abstract, strange and difficult to grasp. Simply unacceptable to what was allowable in reality. Would it even be possible to comprehend? Well, it was best to at least make some sort of effort. Not doing anything or trying to ignore things wouldn't ease anyone. Well, it might ease Sweden a bit, but not his companion.
He exhaled a bit. The country had a frown, but it wasn't stern in the slightest. He was mostly concerned at this point. After his listless sigh, he spoke. "Tell me 'bout yerself." It didn't explain anything, but he wanted to see what else was different for this Finland. Maybe then he could tell Tino was was different for him and they'd... understand... a little better. Maybe. They could hope.
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It was like that day when Tino was in class with Berwald, sitting next to him and being awfully shy about it all. He looked at the other just like that day, unsure but eager to learn about the Swedish person he sat next to. He took a deep breath, looking down. He never thought he'd have to reintroduce himself to his own husband. Maybe he had a weird case of amnesia (selective amnesia, maybe -- did that exist? Tino wasn't certain).
"W-Well, I'm twenty. Finnish, obviously, but people from Finland are always taught to speak Swedish, too... I like cute things! Animals, children, just about anything like that. I listen to a lot of heavy metal despite that, and I can hold my own if I have to. I like cooking, though sometimes it's not always the greatest. Your brother seems to make fun of me for that," he started off, ready to ramble and clue in on Berwald with as much as he could.
Tino tapped his chin as he tried to think more optimistically about the situation, despite feeling weird about it. "You already know about Peter and Flower-Egg. We just adopted Peter last year, because Arthur couldn't exactly take care of him. Peter was rather eager to live with us once we mentioned it, at least. We're been married for two years, since I turned eighteen. Of course, I still had to move away from Finland to come live with you..."
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Of course, that meant that it was possible that when Sweden told Tino who he was himself that the human would think he was completely insane. Though what Tino had told him was unbelievable in its own right, he was sure it'd sound far more weird the other way around. Tino just might not believe him and continue to think he was the Berwald he knew, but having some sort of mental issue, just because his claims were so utterly outlandish. He also wasn't going to be able to explain himself in great detail, which nearly assured that Tino wouldn't be able to follow that explanation very well.
The country began to shake his head and moved his hand off the top of Tino's hand to rest it against his own face instead. What a situation. He'd rather be at home where his only problems were his emotional issues and the various issues that came with being a nation. He'd take aggravating international relationships, economic crisis or natural disasters over what was happening now gladly.
At least this Tino seemed to have a pleasant life. Sweden removed his hand from his face to instead let it hang at one of his sides. "Sounds nice." He commented simply, looking at Tino with that utterly unexpressive and difficult to read face of his. It was definitely evident that he didn't share the memories of that nice life, however.
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"It's very nice," he reassured, not attempting to reach out again even though all he wanted to do was hug and kiss the other, because Berwald was still Berwald, even if he was delusional or had selective amnesia. Tino brushed back a few strands of hair, looking down with a sad smile. He cleared his throat after.
"Maybe we should go back to looking for a way out. That should keep us preoccupied enough..." Tino trailed off, looking back around. The sights were still lewd, despite being out of a room and in the open. People didn't have decency here, he assumed.
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After putting his own wedding ring away, Sweden hooked one of his arms with Tino's. This was a protective gesture. "Stay near." He requested. He didn't want the younger male to wander too far away. He wasn't a nation. He didn't fight wars. He hadn't proven himself against the powerful and oppressive Russia. Hell, if he was human, Tino could die. Finland couldn't die unless his nation dissolved. Sweden wasn't sure how well his companion could defend himself so he wasn't willing to let him out of his sight. This was a very untrustworthy place and he was completely unwilling to let any stranger too close. It was going to be quite a balancing act, not letting Tino get too far away but also keeping himself emotionally distant.
Sweden began to move forward whenever Tino was ready as he had no intentions of dragging him around the way he had previously. He hated to think that they might not find the exit today and may have to sleep here. What if something happened while they slept? The nation knew he'd spontaneously appeared here, so who was to say what else could happen? None of it would be good. He was sure of it.
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"Maybe we should go see if we can find someone to talk to? We could get a bite to eat, too," Tino suggested, looking up at the taller male. He would be fine with sleeping and staying near the other, of course. He'd more than welcome it, as he couldn't bring himself to sleep alone. It'd put him through a bit of homesickness and fright. He wouldn't feel safe, either (because Berwald still scared the ever-living crap out of anyone, nation or not).
He made the move to head to the little shop, a small cafe that would probably have some good pastries. At least so Tino hoped.
[ooc: Maybe we should have a NPC give them the run-down? You're stuck here, you have to have sex, you can't leave, etc.]
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Hopefully the food was safe for consumption. Sweden absolutely mistrusted this place as well as everyone and everything inside, save for Tino. How could he not trust such a cute nat-human. Not nation. Upon entering the cafe, he glared about with a threatening expression. There was a bit of a concern in that he wasn't sure what currency this place would require. There was no way such an awful place would be in Sweden. Besides, being the personification of the country, he had a sense of everything within it. He knew this wasn't Sweden. His kronor would be no good here. Maybe Finland had some Euros and this hotel was located in some European country. Probably France.
When a scantily clad woman, a hotel employee, began to move towards the two of them the power of his glare increased. She seemed to be completely unaffected by this aggression, however. She merely plucked up a plate of delectable pastries and continued to approach. It was easy to tell there wasn't something quite right about her. She wasn't exactly a person, merely an entity who existed to serve the whims of the hotel inside. She smiled a sultry smile to the both of them. "You're new here." She noted simply. There was seduction in her tone, despite the fact she was well aware neither of the males were interested in her in the slightest. Eroticism was all she knew, so speaking normally wasn't an option. "I'm sure you have questions you want answered." The employee purred, holding up the plate. Both of them were free to take if they wished.
Sweden was looking as if she wished to break the woman's neck, but resisted violence. Especially when she spoke that last bit. They did indeed have questions needing answering.
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"Mm, we do. Ah, first we'd like to know where we are, and secondly, how to get out. We don't know how we got here, so--" he started, only to be cut off by the scantily clad woman. She purred out they couldn't leave, a simple fact that they'd have to accept. Tino blinked and almost dropped the pastry out of his hand, laughing nervously as he shot a glance at Berwald. "Th-That's impossible. You can't just... keep us here, right? Berwald?"
Suddenly, that treat looked unappetizing. He swallowed thickly as the employee went on, pointing out what Tino had seen earlier: the sex against walls, in closed rooms, everything. That's what they were there for. That's why Tino and the nation he was glued to was there for. To entertain and have sex.
This time, he really did drop that pastry.
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This had transitioned into an absolute nightmare. Sweden let go of Tino for a moment to grab the woman's shoulders. However, he didn't seem to know what to do once he'd gotten a hold of her. Nothing he could say to her would change anything. So after a moment of simply scowling at her with a mixture of fury and horror, he let go. She wasn't at all bothered by him which was a hint to inhumanity. She simply informed the both of them that everything here was free and advised they let loose and enjoy themselves. That was all they could do, after all! They might as well have fun. Off she went, to serve other clients.
Sweden only stood there, completely still, silent and yet somehow threatening in a way reminiscent of the most terrifying of gargoyles. He eventually turned to look back at Tino. What exactly were they supposed to do? This couldn't be really real, could it? No. He refused. That woman was crazy. Every place had a way out. He'd look for it. He'd search and search, only stopping when he needed to, until they escaped.
It was then he was struck with the realization that some of the people here would most certainly be eager to take advantage of Tino. He twitched, visibly disgusted by the idea. He'd have to keep a very close watch of the young man and keep him safe.
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