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[sveariket]

[After waking up to a place that he doesn't know, that is like nothing he has ever seen, having his drone mother trying to hug and kiss him good morning being attacked by one of the strangest women that he has ever seen and finally, finally finding a weapon (the hugest knife in the kitchen), Sweden decided that now was the time to escape this place

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d;

[russefeiring]

[Oh jeeze--Somehow he feels he's been in this situation before. Wait, he has. Once. But this time, he has no troll to punch the daylights out of the hostage taker, so have a blank look from a country who looks a few years older, Sweden.]

Get that out of my side, you.

XDDD

[sveariket]

[........no matter how tall this guy is, the voice has not changed, at all.

Why is Norway's voice coming from someone taller than him. Pressing the knife a bit harder against the skin, still not eough to break it, but nearly.]

C'lm.

I had to ;3;

[russefeiring]

[He twists his upper body to the side, lifting both hands up to his shoulders.]

Ya should watch who ya put a knife to.

It's awesome <3

[sveariket]

[Adult. Norway's voice. ...Norway's hair.

What

shoving the man forward, hard and sudden, trying to shove him to the ground.] Who 're y'?