[closed] Child's play~

[til_himnarikis]

Who: baidos and til_himnarikis
What: Meeting up to swap books, share snacks, and introduce stuffed toys to each other.
Where: The games room.
When: Backdated to sometime just after the new year, in the afternoon.

Comments

[baidos]

This new friend he was meeting was truly a mystery to him. Yes, he had spent a little time with Sweden and Finland when he was little and enjoyed every minute of it, but he didn't remember then ever mentioning Iceland or Norway or Denmark ever. Or maybe they did and he was just too young to remember. To a human, he would have appeared 5 or 6 years old, and as humans are at that age, so too are the actions of nations when they appear that young. They are curious and excited to see new things and play and explore. At that age, he grew culture and art and his language became more similar to that of the modern language he now used, and was trying to develop important skills for the rest of his days as a nation. Of course, those days of endless play ended abruptly when Sweden lost him to Russia's empire

[til_himnarikis]

At the sound of the faint voice behind him, Iceland turned to see the young Latvian boy running up the hall towards him. He was shorter than Iceland thought or remembered from their first meeting; otherwise, he knew little of the small nation, only vaguely aware of the boy's history and relationships with others. He sort of knew he might have two brothers, and Russia seemed to be particularly associated with the boy, but apart from that he had no clue. He shrugged it off. He wasn't going to let anything like that colour his views. Here, they were all in the same situation, and he was going to make a friend

[baidos]

Latvia doubted he would ever get used to the more northern countries' expressions--or rather, their lack of expression. Finland always was expressive, but all the other northern countries seemed to lack them entirely. Sweden with his scary face, he remembered seeing Norway who also was rather expressionless, and Iceland was, too. He was so used to fake smiles and true fear that seeing people with the absence of such expressions was odd to him. Certainly not a breath of fresh air, as he would more prefer genuine smiles and the absence of fear, but it was a change of pace nonetheless

[til_himnarikis]

He held the door open for the younger boy and let the door shut quietly before following him to the empty table. He set down his bag and his toys beside the picnic basket, noting how adorable they all looked together. It was so homely, mixed with the scent of cooking food and fruit. He felt an odd sense of nostalgia, finding himself missing home-cooked food and fruit. "It smells delicious," he said - there was a hint of eagerness in his voice, betraying what his face didn't tell "what is it exactly?"

He took out his own snacks and placed them on the table. In contrast, they smelled oddly fishy and dry, and looked a little like white cardboard. "It's not really much, and I feel bad comparing this to yours.."