(First fanfiction ^^' Hope ya' enjoy. Based off of a dream I had. Rated M for pater... probably much later chapters. )
A young Swedish man walks down a brick road, glancing around at the buildings as he passed 'where am I…? I don't remember coming here…' examining his surrounding as he walked, people dressed in rather modern clothes in contrast to the décor of the village 'looks just like an old fashioned Swiss villa…' Amazed by the sight, something he didn't see very often, the tan walls of the houses fringed with Rose wood giving a delightful contrast along with the deep red of the bricks on the road with occasional brown and light tan bricks, laid out in a pattern.
He noticed a small park with a tall fountain in the center, a pearly color, assuming it was made out of marble. The park was rather symmetrical, four sections each with a park bench but in the farthest corner was a small stage, apparently set up for shows during town gatherings and in the corner closest to him, a small playground, but big enough for toddlers between the ages 3 and 6 to play on. The park was wrapped in a black painted picket fence, leaving about 2 meters of grassy terrain between it and the road.
He examined it for a moment before walking over to get a better look, noticing a tree looming overhead, just outside of the fence. As he took a close look at the deep read leaves, he noticed something else hidden within. He reached up and picked a small fruit from the branches, breaking it open and smelling it 'I know this scent…' he though with glee as a light smile appeared across his face and the lapped up the sweet juices, taking a bite of the tiny wild plum.
The Swede was delighted, taking another plum and walking over to one of the four entrances to the park and went over to take a seat on the bench, enjoying the calming summer breeze as it brushed through the tree, ruffling the leaves as well as the Swede's hair, much to his content. He simply closed his eyes and breathed in the soft scents as everyone else went about their business.
After a few moments, he felt something soft brush against his hand, causing him to open his eyes and blink down at a small, fluffy, tan and white cat. He smiled ever so lightly and began to pet it, and much to his delight, hearing it purr. He removed his hand and the cat seemed to blink up at him so he simply patted the bench next to him, an offer the feline seemed to understand since he jumped up on the bench next to him, flopping back in a rather cute way, exposing its belly. Berwald brushed through the cat's soft fur, noticing he still had the plum in his other hand and broke it open slightly to reveal the sweet juices, offering it to the cat. The cat sniffed at it hesitantly before giving it a quick lick, letting out a soft purr and taking the plum before jumping up and running off suddenly.
The Swede watched it with a small bit of surprise before going to follow after it, seeing it trot off out of the park, glancing over it's shoulder as though inciting the man to follow. The cat ran off a small ally way, and as the Swede approached and turned the corner, he found it had vanished. He looked puzzled for a moment before for some reason looking up. He saw a sign over head with the bolded white letters 'Trick shop' on a black sign, decorated with the painting of a top hat with a rabbit inside and 3 colorful balls of Red, Yellow and Blue.
The shop sparked his curiosity and he stepped forward pushing the door open and was greeted with the chime of bells as well the attention of two young men, one seemed to be placing a book up on the shelf as the other swept. The Romanian with strawberry blonde hair, red eyes and long teeth that looked like fangs stopped cleaning for a moment and gave him a toothy grin in his direction. "Welcome to our little shop. How may we help you today?" with a chipper tone. The Swede looked him up and down, not quite surprised by his appearance since this was supposed to be a trick shop after all and gave a quick nod of greeting, something feeling a bit… off.
The other man, a Norwegian, and a bit shorter with deep, emotionless cobalt blue eyes stepped down from his small stool and went over to greet their guest, walking up closely and looking up at him, his mask of non-emotion unwavering "Hei." He said, seeming to look past the pools of electric blue into the Swede's soul.
"Um… Hej. Just takin' a look around… hope ya don' mind…" shifting a bit uneasily and adverting his gaze. To which the Norwegian just turned on his heels and went back to arranging books. Sweden glanced around at the merchandise, walking over to a shelf of assorted figurines and reaching over to pick one up.
"Don't touch that." came a sharp command from the small blue eyed man and the Swede turned around to see he hadn't turned away from the book shelf 'How did he know…?'
As though reading the man's mind the Norwegian said "I just can tell things." continuing to put away his books, not even looking at their guest.
Sweden nodded slowly and kept looking about the shop, keeping his hands in his pockets as he let his eyes wander a curious array of herbs lying out on the table and suddenly hear a slightly louder voice right beside him "Those are for potions." Looking over his shoulder to see the Romanian and nodded, feeling a bit more uneasy at now quietly the other had snuck up behind him, seeming as though it wasn't even intended as he smiled.
The Swede just thought of it as some kind of joke, since he never really believed in magic and picked up a small bag marked 'Lumpwurtroot' and decided he'd purchase it, always feeling odd if he entered a store and left without buying anything, and since it was only five euros, he decided to go with it, going over to the register. After a second the happy seeming Romanian went over to the register, ringing it up "Will that be all?" to which the Swede simply nodded. The taller man handed over the money and headed towards the door, opening it and as soon as he did, a flash of fur shot into the building and jumped up on the table of figurines, causing the Swede to drop that he was holding and rush to catch the creature but it was too late, it had already destroyed the merchandise and left again.
A sigh escaped the Norwegian who brought his hand to his forehead, and looked at the mess "Again already…?" nodding to his friend who let out a exasperated sigh and got the broom and dust pan, getting started sweeping up the broken porcelain and glass.
"It's just not fair teacher! That cat ruins everything!" he griped as he cleaned.
The Swede looked puzzled by the words 'Teacher?' examining them both 'but he looks so much younger…'
As though reading the Swede's mind once again "Though I may look young, I'm actually older than him…" shooting a glare at the Romanian which made his shut up and get back to work "And yes… that cat causes a lot of trouble…" examining the tall Swedish man "Would you mind capturing it for us? It would be greatly appreciated."
The Swede shifted a bit "We can pay you, Please?" the smaller man not seeming to put any emotion into his words at all and Sweden simply nodded, not able to really think of much else to do and went over to the door "Tack. We appreciate it." As parting words as he picked up his bag of… whatever it was and left the shop.