Hey guys…. ; u ;…. Sorry, I haven't uploaded anything in awhile…. My apologies… So yeah, here's the fifth chapter of Missing. It's not much. IM SORREH! X'C

Don't hurt me… TT^TT

Chapter 5

Berwald blinked open his cerulean eyes to darkness.
Complete, pitch blackness.
But Berwald wasn't surprised.
He had only spent about 14 hours with the over-dramatic Dane and his silent Norwegian, but within those hours, he had experienced many strange things, from breakfast to, how to stand on one's head, and NOTHING the Dane could cook up surprised him anymore.
It was like they were...um,...he didn't know the word for it, but he knew they were something.
He knew that despite their short amount of time spent together, he and the other two had formed a sort of bond.
A bond that could never be broken.
No matter how many stupid, crazy, unethical, lazy, ridiculous, irresponsible, brainless, pointless, mental, deranged, insane things the Dane succeeded in doing.
It just couldn't break...and that scared the Swede...just a bit.
Suddenly a struggle could be heard coming from somewhere close, and Berward blinked suspiciously into the darkness, searching for the source of the sound.
"...Geez...where the fuck is the- oh! Found it!"
"Dumbass..."
"Heheh!"
Berwald just rolled his eyes at the harsh 'Whisper-Yelling' seemingly moving closer, until it stopped completely a few feet in front of him.
Suddenly a harsh light burst forth from the darkness and Berwald reeled back in pain.
Once his eyes became used to the light he turned towards the two figures facing him and blinked.
"Wha'?-" Berwald started, but then he finally noticed the people standing in front of him.
Mathias was glaring at him with a smirk on his face.
His wild blonde hair tamed a bit, a dark striped fedora atop his head.
He had lazily thrown a large dress coat on over his red pajamas, and a red tie was wrapped messily around his neck.
Lukas was standing close by avoiding the Dane, he obviously didn't approve of his 'Idea'.
Berwald just blinked once again and stared at the Dane, "So...Wha's th's?"
Mathias smirked and thrusted the lamp closer, "INTERROGATION!"
"Wha'?"
"You know. Good cop, bad cop. Ima ask you questions and you answer honestly, the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me god, and all that jazz, yada yada yada, et cetera."
"...Ja, b't-"
"Ooookay! First question!" Mathias yelled enthusiastically, pointing dramatically at the Swede.
Suddenly Berwald started to dread what the Dane had planned.
"What...is your name?" Mathias questioned peering at the Swede through the dark.
"Ah alre'dy t'ld yoo, ah d'n't no..."
"Huh..." The Dane thought, but then something struck him, "Hey! If you have no name, then I'll give you one!" He yelled proudly, obviously very impressed with himself.
"Sh't."
"Hmmmmm..." As Mathias thought, the Swede glanced helplessly at the silent Norwegian in the corner.
Lukas just rolled his eyes and continued to ignore his Danish lover.
And he did quite a good job at it too.
Berwald sighed and closed his eyes.
There was no use arguing.
Despite the Danes craziness, when he set his mind to something, it happened, no ifs-ands-or-buts about it.
"OH MIN GUD! I figured it out." He finally shouted after some thought, the usually smirk plastered on his face.
Berwald looked at him expectantly, and Lukas just sighed, "Fine. Get on with it.."
"Your name iiiiiss,...Sve!"

"..."
"...what?"
"Ah don' g't 't..."
"Y-You know," Mathias gestured awkwardly, "You're from Sweden, and it sorta, kinda, makes sense.."

"..."

"No. 't d'esn't...""
At that word the Dane glared at Berwald, and Berwald glared back menacingly.
"Yes. It does."
"No.'t d'esn't."
"Yes. It. Does."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No."
"YES!"
"No."
"JA!"
"Inte."
"JA!"
And as Mathias' persistent nods became louder and more foreign, Lukas just sighed and watched the battle for domination with a look of indifference on his face.
'And I live with this man...', he thought so himself as he snuck out of the room.
He had a pie in the oven.

Sorry….. ; u ;