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[svensk]

[Sweden just got to his new room and, while it was perfectly clean, started to clean it. Because that is what you do when you move into a new house.

So the furniture is in the hallway right now. If you are slim enough, you'll be able to still squeeze through. If not, you'll have to try to push it aside... or call the person who put them there if you can't or don't want to touch someone else's furniture just like that.]

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[legendaryfire]

Um, hello?

[ She tried to squeeze through, but she made a wrong turn somewhere and... well, now she's stuck behind a dresser. ]

[svensk]

[He turns around to look towards the voice, trying to see who spoke. From where he is sitting right now, it is impossible to see her.]

Y's?

[legendaryfire]

Can you help me? I'm stuck.

[ She waves from behind the dresser. ]

[svensk]

[Leans over until he sees her

gets up and walks over. He stops to look at the situatioun throughly and see how he can solve this the best.]

How 'd y' get th're?

[legendaryfire]

I was trying to get through the halls! I thought I could fit, but then I got back here and I can't turn around anymore.

[svensk]

Sorr'.

[He'll simply lift this cupboard off the ground to allow her some space to crawl out on the other side.]

're y' hurt?

[legendaryfire]

I'm okay. [ But really impressed by your ability to lift things bigger than Hikaru is. She crawls away to safety. ]

Is all of this your furniture?

[svensk]

Mh.

[He gestures at the room which is completely empty safe for a bucket, a mop and some cleaning rugs.]

[legendaryfire]

Oh... Do you need help?

[svensk]

'f y' 'd like.

[He didn't make the dirt and would appreciate company, but at the same time he doesn't want to impose.]

[legendaryfire]

Ah, okay!

[ She sort of half-crawls, half climbs her way to the door. Poor girl is tiny. ]

[svensk]

Can y' get under th' window sill 'nd get th' cobwebs th're?

[Big man is big and cannot get there at all.]

[fjords]

[ Standing there watching him clean. ]

You're dustin' what's already been dusted.

[svensk]

Can't know who 's dusted 't.

[Some people use the same water for first the bathroom and then the main room, things like that. He cannot have that.]

[deadpans]

[ Iceland is definitely in the first category, and he actually had no qualms about Sweden's furniture being exhibited in the hallway. But you see, the problem is, he's bored out of his skull. So he's just going to squeeze his way casually and pay the other Nordic a visit. That's what families do, right? ]

Are you doing a garage sale or something? [ /trolls ]

[svensk]

'm cleaning.

[Simply answering the question. Best way to handle trolls.]

Y' can help.

[deadpans]

Oh. Well, that's interesting. [ /sarcasm ] I thought that you were trying to sell all your furnitures or something along that line.

[ When trolling fails, simply bugging is enough. ]

No thanks, I'll just watch. Just cleaned mine. [ True to his words, he's gonna find someplace to sit (on the floor if he had to) and watched. Probably while drinking Coke. Life is good. ]

[svensk]

Have y' seen D'nmark?

[Important information first while he scrubs the windowsill.]

[deadpans]

No, not yet. We'll see him around soon enough, I guess. [ Shrugs. By
"around", he mean in this world, of course. ]

[svensk]

F'n?

[He needs to know about both of these, partly for the same, partly for different reasons.]

[deadpans]

[ Stares for a moment before answering. ]

Same as Danmörk. [ Shifted his gaze elsewhere and resumed sipping his drink. It's bad enough that the three of them are stuck in this world, but all five of them? Though, he had to admit that he...kind of wanted Denmark and Finland to get sucked into this world, too. Suffering together and all that. ]

[svensk]

[And suffering it will be if Denmark ever arrives. Though it kind of needs to be all five of them, now there is at least a lot less fighting...]

Don't forget t' eat.

[deadpans]

[ Because birds of a feather flock together, even if they argue with each other like, all the time B| ]

I won't. [ Scowls, a little surprised by the sudden "fatherly advice". ] Now you sound like Nor.

[svensk]

[At least they usually keep to word fights these days. That's something!

He looks up.]

Nor 's right.

[deadpans]

[ That's called progress. Anyway, he scowls at that. ]

It's not like I deliberately forgot to eat...