Daen Skovgaard-more commenly known as Denmark-sat in his bedroom twiddling his thumbs. Everything always got quiet after the war. Sure he wasn't a big part of it (He tried to stay out of it as much as he could), but everyone seemed to go in to a stand still. No matter though he'd just have to do something to keep himself busy. The Danish man picked up the phone that resided on his bedside table and dialed his favorite number. Norway's. Yes his very best friend. Good old Norway, he'd cheer him up!.
"Nooooorgeee~" Daen sang into the phone. "How are you my good friend?"

Erik Tveit paused in the middle of his song he had been singing when he heard the phone go off. He was up early practiceing his singing so Iceland was still in bed...which meant he had to go get it. He ran to his bedroom where he remembered he had put a phone yesterday and grabbed it pressing talk quickly and putting it up to his ear. Of course it was Daen. "Ahh Daen I'm doing well, and how are you?" He asked wondering why he was calling him

Daen smiled enthusiastically. "I'm doing fine Norge. I'm just bored, so I figured that I'd call one of my closest friends to talk. You're not busy are you?" Daen eagerly talked into the phone. He had so much energy at that moment; When didn't he though?

Erik rolled his eyes, Denmark was always so full of energy, sometimes it was a little exhausting "Oh no Daen! Of course not I alway have time for my closest friend I was just practicing my singing nothing to important" He said sarcasticlly...not that thick-headed Daen would notice...he thought...once again sarcastically

The Danish man smiled. "Ahhh, good good Erik. Now Norge, I was thinking that since your not doing anything you'd like to do something with me. I mean we could just talk, but I would much prefer to see you in person. Anyway I was thinking we could do some fishing. I know how much you like fish." The Dane babbled on which resulted in his voice to become louder than necessary. Finland, whom he had took up residing with Daen had to reprimand him for talking so loud. The Dane blew him off with a quick sorry and continued to talk to the Norwegian.

(( I FEEL SO UNLOVED /is actually loving this because dennor ))

Feli was awfully pleased with Ludwig's reaction. It was nice to see him so enthusiastic- or as enthusiastic as the German could be about anything- about something so private. Of course, he didn't notice the look of distrust on Ludwig's face, nor the cautious uneasyness on Claret's.
Claret paused, finger on her lip, gaze at the ceiling, looking like she'd forgoten something. "Oh, silly me, I almost forgot," She said, "That'll be DM 4.50,"

Feliks leaned his head onto Liet's shoulder as they walked, cracked sidewalks of East Germany showing more ware than their years and seeming to sag under the Pole's feet. The streets were practically empty, and there were far too many FOR SALE signs in the windows than he'd have liked. (He could only pray the Deb's he'd visited before was open) The air was stale and although the sky was as bright and it was as warm as it's Western counterpart, East Germany felt cold and dark to the blonde. It was all rather dissapointing.
"This place is, like, totally gross." Feliks remarked, wrinkling his nose with contempt. Of course, his mood changed rather drastically when the previously mentioned Deb's still had mostly-working lights and looked almost as great as it had before the war. He smiled broadly at the store, then at Liet, and back at the store. "Yes!" He exclaimed, doing a little fist-pump as he approached the door.

(( Deb's is the only dress store I know, so. Also, I have absolutely no idea how much 4.50 Deutschmark is, or even if I spelled that right. I just know that's about... I think 6$. Maybe. xD /flail ))

Erick sighed knowing he wasn't getting out of this fishing trip so he figured he might as well just agree. "Oh yes, fishing sounds like so much fun...killing worms and putting sharp hooks in a fishes mouth....so much fun" he says sarcastically although a day away from the house might be nice, everything had been so quiet lately.

((DenNor always makes things better! You are so loved, we wanted to surprise you with it. Cuz we’re awesome. /not that you didn‘t creep see our skype convo))

Ludwig immediately took out the money to pay. He handed the 4.50 over to Claret, but something in the way she took it made him want to get out of that ice-cream parlor as soon as possible. Maybe he was just being overly paranoid, and too protective of the Italian. It was all in good intentions though. Finally being able to call Feliciano his own was the best thing possible for the German, and he didn’t want anyone to hinder their relationship; Namely Claret. Instead of running the German decided to help Feliciano over to a far away table. This should be good, he thought. Ludwig carefully help Feli sit down in the chair opposite his own.
“So ,Feli, how did you come by choosing this combination of a chocolate cone, mango gelato and hot fudge?” Ludwig asked, not sure of how it would taste. The combination did seem rather odd, but he decided to try it either way. The German took a spoonful of his gelato sighing happily. Mmmmm, he mused to himself, this is actually good.

Toris sighed to himself contently as Felik’s head came to rest on his shoulder. The Polish man and himself had been friends for quite awhile now, and it was a nice feeling to be close to someone. Feliks often dragged Liet around, and sometimes it got over barring, but it was a welcome change from the Lithuanian’s normal reading filled day.
“Yes, very gross.” Toris nodded in agreement to the blonde’s statement. Once they reached Deb’s Feliks fist pumped, which made Liet laugh. Toris instinctually reached out to open the door. (He was pretty sure Fleiks had just painted his nail, and he wouldn’t hear the end of it they accidentally smudged. )

“I knew you’d come Erick, and you are right; It will be so much fun.” The Dane exclaimed. He managed to get the Norwegian to come on a trip with him, without much fuss. Even if Erick did put up a fuss Daen would have convinced him eventually. That’s just what he does. “Norge, I’m coming to pick you up now…okay?” Not that he needed permission to come over at that moment (he would go either way), but it was always nice to ask.

((On a side note, I do see what your saying with Denmark lying in a chair like that talking to Norge. It makes sense. Anyhoo, I have a story to tell about WWI/WWII and my mother, when everyone is on. Putting this as a reminder, so I won’t forget. Lol))

Ivan's smile widened when he spotted a branding iron in the shape of his country's hammer and stickle symbol. Now isn't that delightful, he quickly grabbed it hiding it from Gilbert's view and putting it into the fireplace's hot coals. Then he turned back to his little pet and moved along side it. The twin rubies were wide and glazed over with pain and he was staring up at him with a mixture of loathing and hope that maybe the torture was over..... such a delusional pet. So he stared back with a wide grin on his face then slowly reached for the other mans shirt and ripped it down the middle and tore it off chuckling at how the others eyes widened even more in fear and confusion, and how he struggled again to get away trying to yell through the gag. But all struggles stopped when he put a hand on the wheel to turn the rack again threateningly. "it will hurt more if you struggle, and im sure you wouldn't want that, so stay still da" he turned his back on his quivering prey to go and see if the branding iron was ready.

Prussia watched as Ivan threw something into the coal of the fire, but he couldn't see what, if that ass hole would just move...Then the Russian turned to face him coming close and Gilbert stared up at him wondering what was next. WOW! why is hey taking off my shirt! Gilbert struggled desperately trying to get away, until Ivan went to put another turn on the rack....thats when he froze up only able to watch and listen as Ivan told him not to struggle and walked back to the fire....what was he planning!? he thought desperately.

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"yes, yes thats fine" he said not paying complete attention as he was walking to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat before he left. "have you already eaten Daen?" he asked when he saw that they really needed to go shopping and had nothing for him to eat.

(( I kind of want to draw Denmark like that now xD ))

The Italian carefully laid his crutches on the seat of the booth opposite Ludwig, and sat down next to his German (boy?)friend. He laid his head on Ludwig's arm as the other posed his question. "Umm..." Feli thought, looking down at his gelato with a puzzled look on his face. "I like mango, and chocolate, and it looked good, I guess." He said. "No real reason." He poked his spoon into the gelato, bringing up probably more than he should in one bite, and popped it into his mouth. "Mmmm..." This was his favorite for a reason; it was really very good!

"Całkowicie, jak, dzięki!" Feliks thanked him, using his native language as he was far too excited to use English. He continued to chatter to himself in Polish as they walked in, the blonde making a beeline for a set of "totally, like, wicked cute" sundresses hanging on the wall. He looked them over, held them up to his chest, inspected the craftsmanship- and was quickly distracted by a single, dark-green/brown dress with a short skirt, and colored layers. The chest was high and flat enough that he probably wouldn't even have to tailor it, and he fell in love immediately.
He slung the totally gorgeous work of art over his arm, and continued to browse dresses. He probably meandered a little longer than was necessary, before settling on a light pink dress with a ruffled straps and top- he'd probably have to adjust the chest, but that was fine. He added that to his slowly growing collection.
The last dress he picked out was in rather close proximity to the second. It was hot pink, strapless, with a cup bra and a very, very ruffled skirt (Feliks had a thing for ruffles). "Doskonały!" He exclaimed, holding it up and beaming.
"Liet!" He turned to his friend. "Liet, I need you to, like, tell me what you think of these."

(( Całkowicie, jak, dzięki = Totally, like, thanks ; Doskonały = Perfect ))

As he carefully stirred the coals with the branding iron he thought about where he was gonna brand Gilbert...he knew it should be on the chest, he wanted the Prussian to be able to see it....but where....above the heart?.....no no no.....but maybe the other side, on his right pec....Yes thats where he will brand him. He smiled happily and turns brandishing the iron. And as he walked forward his pet began to yell again, silly thing it couldn't yell through the gag. It started to struggle again he yelled at him barking out the order "STAY STILL" he wanted it to be clear and clean brand, and so he needed him to be still. He slowly pressed the iron into Gilbert's oh so pale skin, smirking at the slight sizzle it made when it came in contact with the others skin. Then the beautiful screams that were torn from his pets pretty little throat as a result. It was music to his ears, it was something he could listen to the whole day through... and would if he had the choice, and today....he does.

What could Ivan be planning, he thought suspiciously as he watched the other man squat by the fire. What he didn't expect was for Russia to turn around with a branding iron and his creepy smile. He immediately started struggling and attempting to scream through the gag. This couldn't be happening, it had to be a dream, it had to be and any minute he was gonna wake up and eat breakfast with West and everything was going to be okay!.....right? But no this isn't a dream and its no use hoping it was."STAY STILL" the order was quick but it was commanding and even though he still shook with fear and it pained him to do so... He obeyed. And as the hot metal seared his skin he cried out as loud as he could with the gag. It burned, his chest was on fire, he was going to die wasn't he? Ivan was going to stab this scalding metal through him.... no, no he wasn't.... because that would end things to easily.....Gilbert thought bitterly and he continued to scream into the gag.

The German nuzzled his head into the Italian’s head resting on his shoulder. It was something he could get used to. “ Well, it is very good Feli.” Ludwig took another generous bite of his gelato smiling. The Italian definitely new his gelato. Ludwig decided to sneak a glance at the counter where Claret was. She was looking. That’s right, the German thought while draping his arm over the Italian’s shoulder, look….this is mine. All mine. The blonde smirked taking another big spoon full of his gelato.

Liet took note of everything that the Polish man was picking out, accessing what would look good on him. While Feliks was having the time of his life shopping, Toris decided to sit down and pull his hair back in a ponytail just content in watching Feliks shop. The Polish man spun around to ask the Lithuanian what his opinion was.
“I think they would look absolutely stunning on you. I believe you should try them on so I can get the full effect.” Not that he wasn’t going to try them on anyway, Toris just felt like suggesting.

The Dane’s faced brightened. “No, not yet Erick. I’m going to leave now so we can get something to eat together! Okay? Ok see you in a few minutes Norge!” Daen hung up the phone quickly and attempted to get out the awkward position that he was in on the chair. He failed miserably, and tumbled over. The Dane shook it off and started to sprint out of towards Norway’s house. Of course he made it there within a few moments and began to knock on the door. “Nooooooorgeeee~, I’m here!”

(( Overprotective!Germany is overprotective. xD ))

It felt good like this; to be nuzzled next to Ludwig, just eating their gelato. The hot-tempered German used to never return Feliciano's displays of affection, and it was nice- different, albeit, but nice- to have him finally acknowledge and accept that sort of thing. Sure, Feli had meant things platonic-ly up until now, but that didn't mean he didn't feel things romantically for Ludwig. No, he really, really liked Ludwig, really, really a lot.
He was so busy thinking about Ludwig, and how well they fit together (like slices of pasta!) that he didn't notice the German's triumphant smirk at Claret, who's only response was to shrink away and pretend to be washing the counters, trying not to make eye contact with Feli's scary-ass boyfriend.

"Well, yeah," Feliks flipped his thick, blonde hair over his shoulder. "Of course I'm gonna try them on!" He grabbed Liet by the hand (said Lithuanian looked very nice with his hair pulled up like that, the Pole thought) and dragged him off to a line of white changing stalls, opposite from the door. They had enough room open at the top that one could peek over, if standing on their toes, and about a foot of space at the bottom. The mirror was on the inside of the door, as a bench was on the opposite wall. They looked almost like the sort of changing booths one would see at a beach. There were about four of them, and only one was taken.
Feliks quickly sat his friend down on a nearby bench, opposite to the changing stall he then darted into, intent on changing as fast as possible so he could model everything for Toris. It's totally, like, the best part of shopping- besides the clothes, He thought, peeling off his clothes and going for the first, green-brown dress. He looked into the mirror before deciding against a 'show'; the cut was so strange that the belt fell almost along his hips, and he didn't want to try it, but he was sure if he bent over there would be enough gap to see down to his belly-button.
The next was light pink, with all the frills on the top. He tried it on and it fit like a glove- and was awfully comfortable, too. He undid the lock on the stall, and walked out in all his feminine glory, to model for Liet. He struck a few runway-model poses; ran his fingers through his hair, did a turn-around or two, etc.
"Well, what do you think?" He asked Toris after he was done showing off.

(( Can you tell I like Feliks and his dresses? |D ))

When Ivan felt he had held it there long enough he pulled the iron symbol away from the screaming mans body. He smiled seeing the hammer and stickle symbol branded into the mans chest. Gilbert had stopped screaming in agony but still continued to moan in pain eyes squeezed shut and body limp. "I think that looks quiet nice there da" he laughed when Prussia opened his eyes and looked down at his new brand red eyes widening when he see's what it is, and his pet glared at him hatefuly and muttered "bastard" Ivan ignored the coment just this once and turned back to his work bench putting down the branding iron and picks up a sharp knife, a lighter, and a bottle of vodka. Russia walked over drinking some of the vodka and set the items down next to his head on the rack. Ivan then took the lighter, lit it and held it up waving it in front of Gilberts face inches from his noes. "Do you know what I could do with this?" He could almost taste the fear radiating from his pet, so the 'awesome' prussia is finally afraid.... he could see it pulsating through him, in the way his body involentaraly twitched, in the way his wide blood red eyes stared up at him with loathing, and confusion as to what he was planning next.

Gilbert nearly sighed with relief when the brand was taken away from his skin and went limp, he was breathing heavy and his throat was hurting him from screaming so much. He slowly looked down at Russias words and his eyes widdened at the sight of the hammer and stickle forever branded into his skin. And even though he knew there could be consequences he couldn't help but mutter at the Ivan as he turned back to his work bench. "Bastard" surprisingly the other nation did nothing but when he came back he was drinking vodka and holding a knife and lighter. The larger man set down the items and lit the lighter holding it so close to his face that Gilbert could feel the heat of the open flame. He shook slightly as he answered softly "n-no"

Erick sighed hearing Daen slamming on the door yelling for him. He walked to the door and opened it to reveal the excited Dane. "Hello, Daen you got here quickly" his stomach growled at him loudly and he ignored it grabbing a coat and shutting the door behind himself.

Ludwig smiled happily as Claret backed off, and avoided eye contact with him. The German turned his attention towards Feliciano, who seemed to be eating his gelato lazily; most likely somewhere off in own world. So off in his own world, in fact, that the Italian happened to get some of his gelato smeared on his chin. Ludwig laughed light-heartedly and picked up his napkin reaching over to wipe off the gelato.
“Can’t have you get sticky can we, Feli?” As cute as it was to see Feliciano with some gelato on his chin, it triggered off the German’s OCD. No, he couldn’t have the Italian getting dirty on his watch. Although, maybe in another circumstance that would be nice. Stop being such a perv, the German scolded himself.

As Feliks dragged Toris off the thought off how odd people must think the two off them looked; Liet, and the Polish man running around enthusiastically, shopping for dresses. Not that it mattered much though. He was happy to be here and out of Russia’s way. Nothing could matter much if he was out of that house.
His thoughts pushed aside, and being seated on the bench across the stall the Lithuanian readied himself for the show. It took a few minutes for the Polish man to come out of the stall, but when he did, it was stunning. The dress that Feliks had on looked like it was meant for him. It hugged him in all the right places, and showed off his legs wonderfully. Toris studied the Polish man, and smiled brightly at all the model moves he was showing off.
“Lovely Feliks. It looks great on you.” Toris ran his eyes over the material once more.

The Dane smiled brightly and offered is arm out to the Norwegian, in hopes that he would take it so they could link arms. “So Norge, where are we going to get something to eat?” The streets weren’t crowded, but they weren’t desolate. The war hadn’t affected them much, which meant all the places they could possibly get something to eat were open.

Natalia Arlovskaya- Belarus to the rest of us- sat back on the bed in her room. For about an hour now she had been listening to her big brother torture Prussia. No fair, Natalia thought to herself, Glibert gets to be stuck in a room with Ivan and I don't. The blonde, having just about enough of it, stormed out her room and down the hall to where her big brother and Prussia were.
"Big brother! Let me in! I want to help!" Natalia banged on the door as hard as she could. If Ivan wouldn't let her in, then she would have to break in. It's wasn't like she hadn't before.

((Het=no))
Ivans eyes widened when he heard his sister call him and answered "het, go, leave me sister I have buisnes to take care of, go back to your room" he put down the lighter and looked at the door fearfully

Prussia watched as a Ivans expression changed drastically, he had never met Natalia but she must be scary to make Russia afraid

Erick walked past Daen ignoreing the offered arm and sighed "I don't care where we eat so ling as we eat soon, I'm hungry"

Daen interlocked their arms, anyway, as soon as Erick walked by and started dragging them off in the direction of his favorite coffee shop. "Well since you don't care we shall go to Rico's Norgie. It's my favorite and they have wonderful food!"

Natalia scoffed at her brother telling her no. "Big brother! If you don't let me in I will do what I did last time. Big brother!" The blonde smiled, remembering that last time she had taking off the door handle. Memories. Natalia started to knock on the door harder.

Ivan yelled at the door "NO SISTER! Leave this is my job and i dont want your help"

The Prussian watched as Ivan argued with his sister slightly amused, slightly afraid

Erick sighed as he was dragged along nodding half-heartedly

The Belarusian stormed off to the "utility" closet as they liked to call it. It held a giant portion of their weapons, which meant it was fairly large. Natalia quickly searched through the closet's contents to find her weapon of choice- the chainsaw. To be exact, it was the chainsaw she used last time her brother denied her to enter the room he was in. Natalia lingered in the room for a while longer to give her brother false hope that she might have left. He was wrong. The blonde ran back to the room Ivan was torturing Gilbert in , chainsaw in hand. In one last ditch effort she knocked hardly on the door.
"BROTHER OPEN UP THIS DOOR."

"Norgie, are you okay? You don't seem your light hearted self." Daen wanted to make sure he wasn't getting sick. It'd mean the Norweagian would be stuck in bed. Though the Dane could visit him, it just wasn't the same as going out with him. They had made it to the coffee shop in no time. Daen held open the door for Erick and followed him in.

((im very disappointed in my posts today))
Erick nodded "I'm fine Daen, just hungry"

Russia shook his head knowing she'd come back and when she did he yelled gathering up some courage "HET!! NATALIA LEAVE NOW YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS HERE NOW GO, IM BUSY!"

Gilbert watched as the large man struggled to deal with his little sister. Who was this girl if she could intimidate Russia?

(( 1) Pervy Germany is lav xD 2) Nat, when you said "Het=no" I thought you meant no het pairings. xD WEIRD. ))

Feliciano turned his head to the side to allow Ludwig better access- he knew how much of a neat-nick he was. "Thank you," He said in English this time; he was starting to sound a bit like a broken record. He looked back down at his gelato, and poked the spoon back into the orange-colored substance. He continued to take slow, lazy bites and speaking quite a bit less than usual. He had quite a lot on his mind- mostly revolving around Ludwig, of course.

"Thank you, like, so much, Liet!" Feliks beamed, quite proud of himself. With a final pose, he turned and headed back into the changing stall.
He replaced the dress he was wearing with the darker pink, strapless one, and had just begun to zip it up when-
"Liet?" He called through the door. He stood on his toes, eyes peeking over the top of the stall. One of his hands left the zipper and fled to the lock, sliding it back but keeping the door shut. "Liet, could you come here?" The tiny metal zipper had caught on some of the fabric of the dress, but reaching behind his back could only help so much. "I need you to zip me up."

“Have it your way then!” Natalia screamed before revving the chainsaw. Try and escape now brother, the blonde thought, adding a maniacal laugh for good measure. The Belarusian started to run the chainsaw through the door, cutting around the door handle.

The Dane shrugged. “If you say so Erick.” Daen made his way to the counter with the Norwegian, sighing as he read over the menu. So many good choices.
"I'll have an order of wienerbrød, and a black coffee please." The blonde ordered, then turned to Norge wordlessly telling him to order.

Ludwig looked down curiously at Feliciano. "Are you feeling okay, Feli? You seem kinda out of it....Did I do something wrong?" The German sure hoped he didn't. Like he said earlier, the brunette was probably off in his own world. Thinking about pasta or something of the sort. The blonde tucked a stray piece of hair behind Feliciano's ear. Gorgeous boy

Liet smiled and adjusted himself in his seat, as Feliks went back into the changing room to try on another dress. No sooner had he gotten comfortable when the Polish man asked for his help. Liet nodded at Feliks request and strode over to the hanging stall, entering it and shutting the door carefully behind him.
"Give me a minute Feliks." Toris grunted out as he tried to carefully get the fabric that was stuck in the zipper, well unstuck.

((i feel so smart right now, im using non English words :3 even though im completely relying on Google translator lolz chert vozʹmi=damn it sestra=sister))
Ivan watched the chainsaw cut threw the door scared and yelled trying not to be terrified of his insane sister "chert vozʹmi!!! NATALIA i need that door!! Why cant you just leave me alone sestra?!"

Prussia watches terrified as a chainsaw cuts threw the door....A FREAKING CHAINSAW! no wonder Russia was afraid what was with this girl!?

"lefse and småbrød and some coffee" Erick orders quickly, he normally would have eaten by now and he was hungry

Natalia laughed even louder when her brother questioned why she wouldn't leave him alone. The answer plain and simple was that the blonde wanted to marry Ivan. "You're such a jerk sometimes!" Natalia stated as she finished cutting around the door knob letting it fall into the room. The Belarusian smiled sadistically, her eyes changing to a deep red. Natalia kicked the door open furiously.
"Big brother! The door knob that was keeping us apart is gone now...isn't that nice?" Natalia laughed as her head tilted sideways.

As soon as their orders were placed Daen quickly payed and grabbed their food. The Dane lead them over to a table near the window setting their food down. "Eat up Norge. I don't want you to be like this all day." The blonde remarked sitting down smiling.