(( WOW GUYS I APOLOGIZE FOR THE LACK OF CONTENT ON THIS.
I'm not sure why I abandoned this fic, due to the popularity. Because you all seemed to like the idea of this, I'm going to try my hardest to keep this regularly updated!
~ Bo ))
Tino's mind had been reeling the entire day since he had last seen Mathias and Lukas. Something was wrong, very wrong, and it bothered him to no end.
He let out a tiny sigh, purple eyes darting around the living room. Since today was the Nordic's day off, the house was a lot quieter, with Berwald sitting across from him, engulfed in something on his phone, and Ice up in his room.
He played with his hands, glancing back down again, internal thoughts rampaging back and forth.
Should I ask Ber what to do? Should I do something myself? There has to be something wrong, I know it! Okay, take a step back, Finny, worrying won't get us anywhere, right?
The Finn cleared his throat.
"Echem…Berwald...d-do you think something happened to Mattie and Luke?"
The Swede was silent.
"Berwald?"
A passive grunt.
"B-BERWALD OXENSTIERNA, GET OFF YOUR GODDAMN PHONE AND LISTEN! THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH OUR FRIENDS AND SITTING ON YOUR SWEDISH ASS, PLAYING GEOMETRY DASH ISN'T GOING TO SOLVE ANYTHING!"
Finland was red in the face now, and he took a long and cool breath in an attempt to calm himself down.
Berwald looked up, startled, quietly shut off his phone and leaned forward.
"Ja…I saw…"
Sweden was trying to stay neutral on the subject of Denmark and Norway's…switch. Stranger things have gone down in the Nordic household, he didn't understand why Tino was so worried.
Finland fidgeted. A thump sounded from upstairs, only elevating his concern.
He bit his lip. "What if they'll never switch back? Sve, this is serious!"
A pause.
"They'll be fine. Ya just need to settle down fer a bit."
Well, wasn't that a big help, Tino thought with unbridled sarcasm, quickly frowning at himself. Berwald was trying his hardest to give the best advice possible.
Y-you know what, I should get myself something to do. Ja! That's it. Keep your mind off it, it'll go away.
He stood up, with a nod and a "kiitos", and wandered into the kitchen.
Maybe Ber was right. It was best to let them be and let them sort it out themselves. They used to be Vikings, for Odin's sake.
Out of sight, out of mind. That's the key.