Björn walked leisurely through the streets of Oslo. The asphalt was uncomfortably hot in the August afternoon sun but he didn't particularly notice. He was far more preoccupied with trying to figure out how to present his ideas to the other nation representations. He had nearly had a plan, it was on the tip of his tongue- his phone blared. He sucked air in through clenched teeth, making a high-pitched hissing sound. He yanked his phone out of his pocket roughly, dropping his keys into the soft grass sprawled out beside him as he did so. The albino man looked down and sighed heavily. Much to his annoyance the person who'd called had hung up by the time he answered. He knelt down to pick up his keys when the anonymous annoyance called again. He answered his phone swiftly, securing it between his ear and his shoulder in order to make it easier to grab his keys.
"Hello?" He said in a rather harsh tone so that the person on the other side of the line would register his impatience with them, but as soon as he heard the voice of the anonymous annoyance he'd regretted it.
"Björn," It was his older brother, but only by a few years. Björn was always quick to inform every one of this simple fact. "You're late."
"I'm sorry, Axel, but didn't you get my message? I told Søren to pass it-"
"You trusted Søren with remembering your message?" He sounded annoyed that he'd even talk to the older nation.
"It seemed like a simple enough task!" Axel sighed heavily through the speakers at this comment.
"You should know by now-"
"I know, I know!" The Icelander wasn't in the mood to be lectured about Søren yet again.
"Fine, well I guess I'll just have to remind him to give me that message of yours."
"Wait, Axe-" Axel hung up then. Björn growled in frustration. This was probably some form of punishment for the earlier tone he'd used. He'll just have to wait until dawn to tell his brother what he needed to say.
Axel pounded on the wooden door rather maliciously, irked at his former roommate. Axel waited a few minutes then, even more irritated, let himself in.
"Søren!" He shouted out. He listened to his voice echo off the now empty walls of the mansion. When he'd lived here the walls were lined with beautiful paintings from his homeland. Paintings of his fjords, of Svalbard, even paintings from centuries ago when his countrymen were supposed savages and thieves. They were all so beautiful. He'd considered leaving them for the sake of keeping this place elegant and astonishing but he quickly banished the thought from his mind. Søren would never take care of those paintings. He would let them wilt, history would be lost forever because he was too lazy to care.
"Hey, Nor!" Søren shouted, obviously not caring that he was indoors, startling the inquisitive blonde before him.
"I told you not to call me that." Axel reminded him in a monotone voice, as he often speaks in. He looked over the man in front of him. Søren had sea blue eyes, as opposed to his own dark blue. His spiked yellow blonde hair was sticking out in all directions as it often did, whereas his own soft blonde hair was combed down nicely. And Sørens clothing was atrocious as always, his own being a neatly pressed Norwegian Navy uniform.
"What'r you doin' here?" Spiky asked.
"Here to remind you to give me the message that my brother apparently entrusted you with."
"Oh, that's right! I'm sorry, Nor. I totally forgot! Thanks for reminding me!" He nearly shouted every word. He's such a loud idiot. Axel thought to himself.
"Yeah, he said that he wouldn't be able to make it to the pre-meeting today, he needs time to finish his presentation. I don't blame him for skipping out though, that pre-meeting gets real old real fast." He spoke with the same old cocky smile planted on his face. Now that Axel thought of it, Søren was always smiling. Always. But he couldn't be happy all the time, that's impossible. So, why was he constantly smiling? It didn't make sense.
"I say we skip the meeting too!" Søren yelled, startling the navy clad man yet again. What a pain.
"That is a stupid idea, please don't bring it up again." Axel growled under his breath, just loud enough for the annoying Dane to hear him.
"Oh, come on, Nor! It'll be an adventure, I promise! Alfred found this cool house right outside of an old sugar mill! There are some rumors around that it's pretty creepy and I'd like to check it out for myself." He sounded like an excited pup.
"No." Because why not kick this puppy in the face.
"Please!"
"No."
"You know I'm not going to stop until you agree to go." And in fact he did know this, and it annoyed him beyond belief. He hated how much control this Dane had over him.
"...Fine."
"Awesome!"