Tumblr prompt: (ducere) "ok, SuNor time(because you know I love them) with awkward Iceland :3"
The Talk
Emil doesn't need this. He was no longer a little kid, though his face burning red seems to indicate differently.
Lukas raises an eyebrow, intrigued and highly amused, barely suppressing the look. Berwald's face is, as ever, blank as they sit at the kitchen table.
"Have you already had sex?" Lukas asks in a voice that could have been considered curious and caring if it wasn't his brother and thus actually teasing and maliciously intended. The Icelander wants nothing in that moment more than to slam his head against the table and black out.
"Your brother is worried," Berwald starts in that low voice of his, "that Christen never properly spoke to you about sex." That's what he says at least; what Emil hears is, "While I was off fucking your brother every day and night for a century did the Dane we all despise so much put you through this sort of embarrassment? By the way, the sex with your brother was really good too."
"I know about sex," Emil grumbles in Danish just to really piss off his brother; it's the small victories the Icelandic nation holds on to.
There's a tut as Lukas stands. "I don't believe you, I'm getting the pamphlets."
"No!" Emil screams as his brother leaves, arms thrown out as if he could stop this. Berwald shakes his head.
"I'm sorry Emil." What he really says is, "No no, the sex is still that good, trust me, I was fucking your brother when you woke up."