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'... When you visit a Danish company and can't tell the CEO from the office clerk, that's Viking egalitarianism at work.' Indie RP blog for Denmark from Hetalia. Written by Heath | OC & crossover friendly | NSFW friendly | Private & Selective | 18+

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✉️ sir....

send “✉️” to read a handwritten letter my muse sent to yours.

                                                                                    20th of March, 1848 Dear Rainer,

On this incredibly dreary and misty morning I cannot help but dwell on the upcoming tides.  I am aware that this sort of transaction is not of the most appropriate of exchanges, however, certain passions within me have overtaken my sensibilities and I am afraid that I must expel some of my devilish energy lest it take hold of me and stain my judgement at a time when I must be of sound mind and reason.

Both you and I as companions but also cohorts of nationhood have been predominantly cordial in the past and while I appreciate the collection of memories I have archived with great fondness I have found myself becoming regretfully bitter at such a history.  At this time I cannot separate our duties of statehood from the personal acquaintance we share and after your declaration of assisting the German states it grieves me to say that I believe our association must come to an end.

I request that you do not write to me in the future.  I wish you good health for the remainder of the month and for whenever you should so depart from this conflict.

Sincerely,

                       Sir Lars Jensen.

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kriegerherzz‌:

What was I supposed to do? You did not offer me a spoon nor any lamb to spread it on. I come here with a gift and you spit on me.

Figuratively. [he sets the jar on the table Decisively!] 

Rude ass. 

‘Do I look like I keep spoons on hand?  I am not the Spoon Man!  You should have asked and I would have gotten one.’  Magnus eyes the mint jam.  ‘But I suppose if I just scrape around the edges that you touched ... hm.  Ja.  I’ll accept it.  Let’s eat!’

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kriegerherzz‌:

Why would you be suspicious? I am not a person that inspires suspicion. 

[he unscrews the lid and dips his fingers right into the jam and eats it off his fingers because he’s fucking disgusting] 

Tasty. [he says it sarcastically, but obviously it is good] Are you pleased?

‘No!  Because you’re dirty hands have been in the jar.  Now it’s definitely laced.  Gross!’

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kriegerherzz replied to your post “Excuse me. I made mint jam. Would you like some mint jam. Say yes or...”

[there's a long moment of silence where rainer very clearly thinks about strangling him to death violently] If I wanted to kill or hurt you very badly there are far easier ways to do this than fucking up a perfectly good mint jam.

‘Who said anything about killing?  I just meant some harmless TLC, or maybe some hallucinogens.  Good lord.  Now I’m even more suspicious.’

‘You try it first.’

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Excuse me. I made mint jam. Would you like some mint jam. Say yes or suffer the consequences.

‘Are the consequences that I won’t have to eat your random, probably-laced mint jam?  Because if that’s the case, I’ll pass.  Thanks.’

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HANDWRITTEN

                                                                                November 20, 1757

Lars,

  I don’t know what has come over me. It is out of my character to think so brashly and without heed for ramification – you have made quite sure of that. But I must confess to you, I am angry.

  My people are suffering, and I have written many times these past months begging for aid and I have yet to hear a word back. There is not enough food to go around, and my people are becoming sick and dying. I thought the smallpox would be the last of my troubles this century, but now I can feel even myself growing weak from this.

  I am not writing to you as a subject under your crown, but as your little brother who is in desperate need of guidance. I don’t know what to do. I feel as I did when I lived in Norway – when I could barely leave my bedside and the cold was too much to bear. Even now, I am by the fire, but I feel as if its warmth is going through me and into the wind. My fingers ache, but even that is incomparable to the hunger in my chest.

  I feel I won’t survive this Winter. We’re already suffering so much, and what little food we have will not stretch far enough for everyone. I fear for my people. Do you?

  It seems you do not care for my well being at all. Not anymore. I almost wish our roles could be reversed, even for a day. But in the same, I would never wish this upon you. I looked to you for inspiration for so long, now I feel a fool for ever trusting you. I thought we were family. When you first took me into your Dependency, I thought we would do great things. Side by side. Had I of known the exploitation you would subject me and my people too, I would have never let this happen.

  I started this letter as your brother, but by the time this reaches your hands, I don’t want you to think of me as such. Not anymore. You’ve treated me as less than your enemies, and I will not be able to look at you with the same hope and admiration I did before.

  I hope it was worth it.

Freyr

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allamericxnidiot‌:

“No one is safe from responsibility.”

‘It can’t reach me under this super thick, comfortable blanket if I wrap it around myself tightly enough ...  Begone, responsibility, foul creature!’

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allamericxnidiot‌:

“That sounds fake, but okay.”

‘It’s not fake!’

‘Don’t you have faith in me to pull through?’

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hailcolumbia‌:

“And just generally great to be around. The life of the party.”

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‘Attractive, innocent peas in a pod at a party ... Nå, we should call ourselves party food!  It’s apt: fun, delicious treats that people wish they could eat all the time.’

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allamericxnidiot‌:

“Trust me. I’ve tried.” Flashback to how often he tried hiding out in his apartment in 2016. “… It didn’t work out.”

‘That’s unfortunate for you and I’m sorry to hear it.  I’m sure it’ll work out for me, though.  Most things do.’

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hailcolumbia‌:

“Just two innocent peas in an innocent pod.”

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‘An incredibly attractive, innocent pod too.  And so nutritious!’

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hailcolumbia‌:

“I’m just a sweet girl, I’ve never even been in a fight.”

‘Oh, jo, I take back what I said.  Neither have I.’

‘We’re innocent.’

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@oldshipmate replied to this ask (x)

“It’s simply mathematics. It w-was statistically impossible for you to have —any face card!”           

‘Yeah, well ...’  Magnus is at a loss for words, huffing a little.  He can be a bit of a sore loser, sometimes-- old habits die hard.  ‘I want a rematch, anyway.  I bet I’ll beat you this time.’