#sverigesan

[ladonianapples]

@sverige-san liked for a starter !

“Aw, c’mon, Sve!” Örjan whines. For whatever reason, he’s in a mood today. “Just ‘cause you say I shouldn’t use the oven on my own doesn’t mean I can’t! I’ll be careful, promise!” In his arms, Örjan carries various baking ingredients; it seems he wants to make cookies, but instead of asking for help, wishes to do so on his own.

[seekesotsibteadmist]

@sverige-san

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  Saima was always glad to give a little affection and care to Berwald whenever they could. And the smell of coffee being made only seemed to convey that homey sort of feeling even more. Humming slightly into the hug, they enjoyed the way that the other felt in this embrace and the kiss to head only sold it even further. “Did you sleep alright?” It was their way of making sure Berwald was doing okay even if they had only woke up a few moments before.

[kongerigetdanmark]

@sverige-san

Mads should not be here.

It registers within his mind, like a fleeting cry of warning, this isn’t the right time, he’s not in the right state of mind. But he stands here already, feeling the beginnings of frozen earth under his booted feet. And he takes steps, small and swaying ones, to his thick wooden door which he probably made himself.

Because this was the Swedes home and he once made sure that anything danish should not be welcomed here.

The problem with that was though, Mads wanted. And isn’t that weird? He’s drunk out of his mind, but he wants to see him to... to what? To complain? To weep? 

It doesn’t help that he’s not sure of himself, yet when was he ever? In his whirling mind it made sense. So he knocked. Once. Twice. Thrice. 

Mind amiss, but heart heavy. A disaster in the making, for sure.

[musikleiter-blog]

@sverige-san replied to your post: ”You can’t walk. Up you go.”

“Ya can’t ev'n walk, Roderich.. Yer not fine.” Berwald ignores any protests and simply begins to carry the very light and easy to carry Austrian towards his home. The man could really be clumsy sometimes.

With a small pout, Roderich let out a huff. “Thank you, but I really am fine...” He was clearly not fine, having managed to trip and twist his ankle a bit. Just a glance and it was obvious it hurt quite a bit.

[united-bloody-kingdom]

@sverige-san | From here → [x]

It wasn’t like the prim and proper gentleman to randomly seat himself in mens’ laps but here he was, seated complacently in Berwald’s. The taller man was intimidating but with England being slightly tipsy, he didn’t flinch away from the look that was given. “Oh, Sweden...my apologies, I didn’t see you there.” He shouldn’t have felt as comfortable as he did, since they rarely spoke outside of the world meetings. Well, even during those...they hardly did. “I hope you don’t mind if I stay here but...I really needed to get away.” The loudness of the more robust nations could be heard from this side of the bar. Past the beginnings of a headache, it was surprising to Arthur that the Swede didn’t already shove him away.

[koffiehuis-love]

sverige-san heeft gereageerd op je bericht: Berwald's house guest just called Emilio a hooker...

Excuse Ivar.. [Siiigh] He doesn’ get along well w'th new people..

Who is Ivar? Why does he think Emilio is a hooker?

[steelbonesandbighearts]

@sverige-san

Of course Berwald happened to overhear this and couldn't help but smile a little at the boy's protective nature.

Peter huffed and turned to his father. “That’s fair, right? We can’t let random weirdos go around trying to date you. This one is weird enough to use a word like ‘beefcake,’ so that’s already a strike against them!”

[musikleiter-blog]

@sverige-san replied to your post: Drape

“Mm.. Ya are worth th’ kindness, Roderich..” Berwald hummed quietly as he hung the coat up and returned his sharp eyes to the austrian.

The words seemed to sting slightly, and Roderich averted his gaze, fiddling with this glasses as he did to attempt to make the move less noticeable. “Do you truly think that...?”