part 285 finger sandwiches (literally)

[aphanon_meme]

Meme! How was your week?

I had the strangest dream last night, it was a mixture of A Nightmare on Elm Street and Hell's Kitchen - Gordon Ramsey!Freddy Kreuger kept yelling at me me for my sandwich made with pulled people fingers, brains and BBQ sauce not being cooked enough. "THE FINGERS ARE NOT COOKED, THEY'RE RAW, BLOODY RAW

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[iceandheather]

[Sees Netherlands, and thinks: The fuck is that.]

[... Then catches sight of Denmark.]

[The fuck is this.]

[Dodges flying vegetables and cups his hands to his mouth]

Danmark! Get your ass down here right now, you hear me!

[Never mind that there is quite a question as to how he'll manage that.]

[iceandheather]

Think you 'n me will go 'n make sure he does. Isn't that right.

[Flicker of a smile for you, Netherlands]

[... Though admittedly it's at the thought of Netherlands shaking Denmark down for change.]

[dam_stijl]

[oh, he saw that. distracted]

[a semi-serious face as he nods, then...]

[...yeah reaching out to poke nor's mouth]

[iceandheather]

[Wait, what]

[Brings his hand up to grab that hand]

[Can't be having with this, of course]

No.

[dam_stijl]

[blinks]

[feels like a dog]

[snorts]

M'not a dog.

[iceandheather]

Didn't call you one.

[Lets go]

Just what did you think you were doin'.

[dam_stijl]

Dunno.

[he actually doesn't]

[already forgot]

[iceandheather]

[Sighs]

You're drunk.

[Pushes at him -- just gently. Almost affectionately. Not enough to make him tip over.]

Mayhaps I should let you be. We can take care've that Denmark when you got your head screwed on right.

[And after Netherlands is over the hangover, of course.]

[dam_stijl]

[well, yeah]

[blinks]

Not gonna buy shit, then.

[but his peppers]

[iceandheather]

[Those. Peppers.]

[Well, if it will make him shut up.]

You sure you're just drunk?

[He says, as he rummages around in his pockets for some change]

[dam_stijl]

C'mon, not y'too.

[butthurt. so butthurt. too butthurt to notice norway's actually considering buying anything]

[iceandheather]

Wasn't sure. There's drunk, 'n then there's this.

[Hmm, what's this - aha. Better than change.]

[Holds a banknote under Netherlands' nose]

Peppers and you helpin' me have a Word with Denmark. An' I'll remind you if'n you forget on account've havin' two sheets in the damn wind.

[... Well, it's probably closer to three sheets, but who's counting.]

[dam_stijl]

[oh mister norway ohhhh, you know how to do it. banknotes]

Hell yeah.

[banknotes. he can smell the damn money]

[iceandheather]

[Of course Netherlands can smell it; it's under his damn nose]

[The fact that it's a small amount is irrelevant]

You'll be hearin' from me, then.

[And he gives him another half-smile, and slips that banknote into Netherlands' pocket.]

[dam_stijl]

[that the amount is irrelevant is itself irrelevant for now - he smells banknotes. and maybe he trusts norway not to screw him over too much]

Good.

[hey, he'll count the smile as payment, too. he just won't say it]

[iceandheather]

[And maybe Norway wouldn't screw him over too much.]

[Just a little bit.]

[And now Norway is left with these peppers, which he shoves into the pockets of his light jacket]

Think I'll leave you to deal with this idiot. [Nods pointedly over to Denmark] Looks even drunker than you are, that 'un. Can't be havin' with it. Understand?