[Application] Sweden (Berwald Oxenstierna), Axis Powers Hetalia

[nordic_stoic]

((So naturally I give myself permission to app another Hetalia character, and France-mun did the same. In capslock, even

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[unbittenapple]

Oh hell no, you're not taking Bella Swan's only applicable skill. Well, she can drive? And lie? And she's a pretty good actress, and then there's the mind-protecting bit that she doesn't get til the fourth book, but I digress--Bella puts her hands on her hips, and asks 'Yeah? Cooking what?'

[nordic_stoic]

Sweden looked at Bella. "S'sage. Me'tb'lls. S'rstr'mm'n (Surströmming). Smorgas." He could go on, really.

[unbittenapple]

'Yeah? And what about semla?'

Bella Swan has read more cookery books than you can shake a stick at. Also, OWNED.

[nordic_stoic]

Sweden shrugged. "M'stly durin' Lent. Tino makes it b'tt'r."

[pippithepirate]

Now Pippi didn't look particularly Swedish with her red hair and all, nor did she really act like a Swede (well, most Swedes), but she was, in every inch. She'd carefully spelled her way through Sweden's mercifully short application, and now she was grinning.

"Hej på dig du, din filur*," she said cheerfully. "Didn't know countries could just get up and walk off. I thought you'd just lay there on the ground being countries. Suppose that's why I'm in school. Just imagine, I didn't know countries had to go to school either!" She was really learning a lot today!

((*"Hello to you, you sly dog."))

[nordic_stoic]

Sweden did know that this young lady was one of his. (It was an instinctual thing.) And he did like children.

So he sat on the ground so he'd be closer to eye level, gave Pippi a rare smile, and said. "Mmm," nodding in confirmation. "All us c'ntr's can w'lk."

[pippithepirate]

Pippi balanced on her heals and regarded him curiously. "Would you look at that. You're not the chatty type, are you?" That was alright. Neither was Little Old Man.

[nordic_stoic]

"Mmm," he shook his head this time. "Too cold t'talk."

[soggynotecards]

Demyx blinked. "... Please tell me 'Sweden' is just a nickname or something."

Why yes, this was his first encounter with the countries.

[nordic_stoic]

Sweden looked confused. "No. 'm Sweden. F'nland's m'wife."

[soggynotecards]

"But you can't be Sweden. Sweden's this big country up next to Norway, isn't it?"

[nordic_stoic]

"S'right. That's where 'm at." Sweden shrugged. "N'rway's all right."

[le_franceypants]

Francis was checking the application room, again, when he spotted a tall, familiar man in glasses. As intimidating as Sweden might be sometimes, France was overjoyed to see another nation aside from himself and Austria.

"Mon dieu, Suède!" Francis greeted enthusiastically. "I am so glad you are here! I was beginning to feel outcast." Never mind that Austria was there, of course. He apparently didn't count anymore.

[nordic_stoic]

"Y're here too, Fr'nc's?" Well. This was a surprise. And at least Sweden was on better terms with him with Austria (mostly cause Sweden tends to keep to the other Nords.).

[le_franceypants]

"Ah, oui," Francis winked. "I have been here for a little while now, mon ami. But what are you doing here?" he asked, hoping Sweden might have more knowledge on the situation...or know a way to get back home.

Not that Francis missed any of his international acquaintances or anything.

[nordic_stoic]

"Dunno. W's b'ldin' b'ksh'lf. Then M'here."

[best_guitarist]

Sweden, meet the best guitarist to come out of you in recent years. Why does that sound so wrong?

"Heeeej, du talar svenska? Everybodies else heres seem to only speaks de uglies engelska. Pfft, wouldn't knows a reals language if theys heards it." He eyed his home country (not that he knew who Berwald really was) up and down. Well, the dude did appear Swedish enough. "Don'ts ams be expectsing any good Herrgårdsost, either. Deys mostly serves shit here. And eyesball sandwiches."

[nordic_stoic]

"C'rse I c'n," Sweden said in his language, translated into English cause the mun can't currently be arsed to find a Swedish-English translator.

He shrugged. "C'n get my own." He eyed up his guitarist. (In the nationality sense.)

"D'thklok d's you good."

(I'm going with naturally Berwald knows of Skwisgaar.)

[best_guitarist]

'Dethklok' was the magic word, causing Skwisgaar to brighten a little despite himself. Usually no one in this shithole had heard of them and it could get grating. Clearly, this guy had good taste -- the compliment certainly didn't hurt Skwisgaar's opinion of him, either, egomaniac that he is.

"You've heard of us?" he continued in Swedish, which will likewise be rendered in English for mun convenience. It had the added benefit of making Skwisgaar intelligible for once. "Where are you from? You know, what world, since everyone's from different worlds here. And the rövskägg dildos here have universally shitty taste in music, it's all this ear-bleeding shit that makes me want to die." Something he could remember from being here before and catching WART broadcasts. Well, Toki's had been pretty good, not that he'd ever tell him so. They totally need to do one together.

[nordic_stoic]

"M'Sweden. L'ter'lly Sweden." Berwald shrugged. "Consider you fifth mine, in cult'ral sense." Shame America has a bigger claim on Dethklok, but Sweden and Norway do have their own heroes in Dethklok.