Sweden glances up and down the road 'Where the hell am I supposed to find that cat…?' seeing people passing by as he stood and thought. He was soon was drawn from his thoughts as he heard the sound of something metal hitting the ground and turned to see the cat just a few feet away, taking off after it down the alley way. It dived over trash cans with the swede in hot pursuit, jumping over a light tan picket fence which the swede, without thinking also dived over, seeing he was in a street, looking around and spotting the cat dashing down a street to the left and he ran after it, creating a bit of a scene in the quiet, peaceful environment. He quickly rushed after it, coming to another alley way and finding the cat cowering in a corner between a wall and a dumpster.
"C'mon. 'm not gonna' hurt ya…" extending his hand in a friendly gesture and extending his hand. And the cat looked away, as though denying him.
"Maybe not but they will…"
The swede froze 'What the hell…?' glancing around the alley and not seeing anyone else around and looking puzzled, but noticing how familiar the voice sounded though he wasn't able to put his finger on just who's it was. "Who said that?"
"Wait a sec… you can hear me?" and the swede stood up, scratching the back of his head.
"Um… ja?" wondering why this person was talking to him and refusing to show their face and suddenly remembered the cat and his urgency to catch it, reaching and picking it up.
The cat squirmed in his grip "Hej! Put me down!" and the swede stopped, holding the cat out and looking at it, completely confused for a moment "Oh so you can understand me?"
The swede's eyes widened as he suddenly caught on to what was happening, dropping to his knees and dropping the cat but only a short distance. "Y-you can talk…?" his jaw hanging wide open in shock.
The cat flicked his tail across the bewildered Berwald's face with a rather cheeky expression "Of course, we all can talk; it's just a matter of whether or not you can understand. Now close your mouth. A bug might fly in there."
The swede shut his mouth quickly and took a seat on the ground "I'm… hallucinating…" deciding that was the only logical explanation.
"Sure, we'll just go with that." The cat said as it turned around and sat on the ground, folding its tail over its paws "I'm Mathias."
The swede stared for a moment, examining how the cat seemed to talk without moving its mouth, determining it must be speaking to him telepathically or… 'No, you've gone crazy. Cats don't talk.' And shook his head "I'm Berwald… why do you have a human name if you are a cat?"
"Because I wasn't always a cat…" the small fuzzy animal seemed to think to him, turning his gaze away "I was a man… a prince at that." Looking back up at the tall Swedish man "But the blue eyed man took me away from home… he used magic and turned me into a cat…" standing up and walking over to him "Please… please don't take me back there. I… I don't want to die."
The swede blinked at the cat before giving it a puzzling look "But… if ya don't want t' be caught… why did ya run in there just then?"
The cat climbed into his lap and rolled over "Well… I'd like to get back to my human form again and in order to do that I have to gather the items the witch used to turn me in the first place." tilting it's head to the side "Do you want to help me? I can reward you."
The swede shook his head "I'm really have no interest in money of any of the sort I just…" thinking for a moment at what he could possibly want "I want to do what's right… and then go home." Starting to wonder where home was and suddenly realizing he couldn't recall anything about it, letting out a sigh and looking down at the cat, brushing through its soft fur "So why did that man turn you…?" still not quite believing the story.
The cat shrugged and jumped up out of his lap "Beats me." Turning to stride off back towards the street and Berwald got up to follow after.
…~oOo~…
The Norwegian watched the Norwegian clean as he finished putting away the rest of his books, taking a seat on his step stool "What are we going to do? I know it's not his fault but still… this is necessary." looking over at his assistant who shrugged, going over to take a seat on the floor beside him.
"Don't we need to keep Prince Mathias in cat for until our ransom is met?" the Romanian piped up receiving a glare from the Norwegian.
The younger man quieted down and shifted and the blue eyed, smaller man sighed "I hate doing this but… we really have no choice…" thinking back on the events.
The king of the area had sentenced them both to death for acts of magic. Late one night the Norwegian man had snuck onto the palace grounds late one night to see what he could do about his and his friend's situation. He made his way to the garden, the herbs and vegetables set in silver of the moon light. 'Damn rich people and their specialty pallet…' scoffing at how easy a life royalty had.
He heard a sound behind him, turning around and seeing a young Danish man looking over at him, peering at him from behind a wall and their eyes met under the moon light and they both froze for a moment. The young Danish man stepped out from behind the wall and out of the shadows, approaching the other. "You're not supposed to be here, are you?"
"The smaller man bit his lip, taking a step back and looking away and the Dane laughed a bit at him "It's alright, I'm not either." And the Norwegian looked at him with a surprised expression, trying to read the man's thoughts "Ja, I snuck out tonight. I guess you can say I'm just adventurous."
'nothing, nothing, why can't I read anything?' feeling a bit concerned as he knew only magical beings could block him out but… looking the Dane up and down there didn't seem to be anything magical about him. He grabbed the still talking Dane by the wrist "Come with me." Was his simple command before taking off with him, knowing he was someone who lived at the castle from what he said and from his stature and what he was wearing, someone important. 'Maybe he can be useful…'
Together they ran out, avoiding the palace guards much to the Dane's excitement, thinking of this all as a game. Once they were in a safe area the Norwegian snapped his fingers, a flow of sparkles surrounding the Dane who looked amazed, clueless to what was going on until he was suddenly floating, drifting along of a stream of air towards a village, smiling and laughing the whole way, enjoying the sights and feeling "You're a witch?! That's awesome! Bro this is awesome! It's like a fairytale!"
Once they reached the trick shop they stepped inside, the Dane gendering around "oh wow. I've never been here before." Starting to poke around at the various items much to the Norwegian's discontent and causing him to wince as he heard the sound of shattering glass followed by "Oops, sorry."
At the sound the Romanian entered the room and looked their guest up and down, giving a light smirk and the Norwegian simply nodded, pushing past him to the basement and the Romanian grabbed the Dane, dragging him down to the basement.
After a few magic words the Dane couldn't make out, and a puff of smoke, the Norwegian used a ladle to scoop out some of the brownish purple liquid, putting it into a medicine dropper and walking over to the Dane sitting on a wooden chair, being held down by the vampric assistant.
The young man squirmed against the hold "No! Stop! I don't like this game! Let me go!" kicking his feet and the Norwegian took him by the chin, looking into his eyes "Tell me your name."
The frightened Dane stared at him before muttering out "M-Mathias." And the young vampire's face lit up with surprise
"Alright… Prince Mathias. Open up." The Norwegian said before prying his mouth open and sticking the medicine dropper in, much to the prince's discomfort, not seeming to like the taste as he made faces when he was forced to drink the strange liquid.
In a puff of smoke the man transformed into a cat and the Romanian lost his hold, the cat jumping up and darting off to the far corner of the room as both made an attempt to catch him. He managed to jump up to a window high up on the wall and squirm out, running off down the street and as the vampire turned to run up the stairs the Norwegian stopped him with a call. "Leave him, Vlad, he'll be okej…" taking a seat in the chair that once held the Dane.
Vladimir pulled up another chair with its back to the Norwegian, sitting on it backwards and folding his arms on the back of it and resting his head on it, looking a bit crestfallen "But will we be…?"
