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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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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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"What are we supposed to do?" he asked, the question a bit rhetorical, but Tino really wanted an idea of what to do. What could they do? Give in to the temptations and have sex with each other? (Not like they hadn't before -- this was different.) He rubbed his forehead, moving away from the pastry he had dropped to take one of Berwald's hands. "Let's leave. I don't want to be here anymore."
Which went without saying. He didn't want to be in that shop, in that hotel, in whatever dream or universe he was in. He just wanted to be home. He moved to leave that shop and to go somewhere, his feet carrying him to God knows where.
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How long would they be stuck here? What would happen if they could never get home? How would his country and people be affected by him not being there? He didn't know what would happen if a nation's personification spontaneously disappeared. They were always there and had always been there unless the nation itself disappeared. Maybe all of Sweden was gone because he was. But then where the heck could it go? If he got back, would he remember this? Would it be like a dream? Would his countrymen be alright? His mind began whirling to the point where he felt just a tad bit dizzy.
...No, no ifs, no whens. He was getting home, his questions would be answered when he got home. Simple. No need to over think the situation.
Though he had to wonder what would happen if they never had any sex. Would something make them? How exactly would that even-He huffed loudly, deciding that he'd dismiss it all until the information they'd received settled. He couldn't think at all right now, only feeling overwhelmed. Sweden came out of it, putting more focus onto where he was going. It wasn't really good to zone out in some unknown place anyway. Stay alert. Be aware.
"Let's go s'mewhere... quiet." Sweden suggested to Tino. That seemed like a good idea to him. Get away from all people that might try to have sex with them because the hotel said so or whatever and just try to calm down.
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He sighed, nodding as his hand shook a bit. Maybe they should just find a room. Not to do any of that, no, but to talk. Sit. Think this through, think of how to leave. Tino went on autopilot as well, leading the other to the elevator and looking at all those buttons again, a seemingly endless number. He couldn't remember, didn't know which floor he arrived on, so he chose a random floor number, not caring which one it was or how long it'd take to get there.
He leaned against a rail as the elevator moved, trying not to cry or let all hope be lost. Berwald would protect him, he knew that. They would find a way out -- maybe the employee was lying. That had to be it. It was a lie, she was just trying to get them to give into temptation and through their marriage out the window. Nothing could force them to act against their own will. Tino would stay firm by his marriage to Berwald, anyway. He couldn't allow himself to go against it.
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Eventually, he looked to Tino. He looked so unbearably sad. Again. He really hadn't the slightest idea of what he could possibly do for him. He wondered if Tino would have been better if they never ran into each other. Sweden couldn't bring himself to show Tino love the way the Berwald he knew did. He was probably hurting him by being so distant, but he just... couldn't. And he couldn't make Tino understand why he was behaving this way. If he could just get Tino to understand, maybe he wouldn't blame him. Maybe.
He huffed and looked up at the ceiling, mumbling a Swedish curse under his breath. He found himself looking back to Tino again soon enough. It was "Gonna be ok." He reassured, almost timidly. Please Tino, please feel better. He reached out and rested a hand on the worried human's shoulder. He was debating whether to wrap an entire arm around those shoulders.
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The hand made him look at the other, nodding as he tried to believe in Berwald. He always did believe in Berwald, but now it was a bit difficult. He was on the fence about staying optimistic and admitting defeat. He had to be stronger, he knew that. It was just... so difficult, especially when his assumed-husband said they were divorced. Maybe Tino was the crazy one. What if that was it? Was he mental? Was this all real?
He found himself shaking again, unable to fight his urge to turn his entire body and collide with the other body. He needed to be held and just forget everything at that moment. It was so frustrating -- nothing he knew was right. This wasn't his home, his Berwald. He wanted to believe this was all a lie, he wanted to believe that who he was clinging onto and crying into was his husband. But it wasn't, and he knew that, but he still cried and held onto the tiniest bit of hope.
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It wasn't as if he could stop this hug. It was happening with or without his consent. So he went with it, hugging Tino back very loosely. It was awkward, weird and did he mention strange? Strange, strange, strange. So very strange. However, he wasn't as upset by this body contact as he had been before. Maybe the shock encasing him numbed him to being further shocked. What was more shocking than being told he was trapped in some seemingly infinite and incident building to partake in... it's indecency? Either way, he hoped the hug helped the distraught boy. He really wanted to help. It was just so completely beyond him.
What was he going to do with this poor human? Why'd they have to bump into each other in the first place? He just couldn't shake the feeling that his presence wasn't at all comforting. This hotel was huge, but somehow, someway, they'd bumped into each other right away. Curses.
They'd reached their floor, but Sweden wasn't sure if Tino wanted to move. So he just stood there, as out of place as can be, and watched the open door which lead only to more of the color red, sounds of moans and weird aromas. He felt they probably should get out of here as an elevator seemed like a likely place to run into more people, which was one of the last things he wanted. He nudged Tino a bit, trying to let him know it was time to move again.
If he didn't move, Sweden'd probably just have to carry him. He didn't want to be in this elevator and risk creepy people coming in and deciding they wanted sex in here with them urggh how wrong was that.
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