IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!!!! in SWENGLISH!!!!!

[berwaldsverige]

It was after school on Tuesday, Berwald was sitting in the living room with his laptop, stalling doing his homework. The Call of YouTube was strong this afternoon. Tino and Siguard had gone grocery shopping, Mathias was sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich and Gilbert and Eduard were in the backyard.

Then Berwald started laughing...

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[mathias_danmark]

"What the fucking hell?" Mathias gasped, as he laughed his ass off, clinging to the back of Berwald's chair so he didn't topple over on the floor. He was laughing so hard he was nearly crying. "Th-That son of a bitch is crazy!"

Finally, he got enough control over himself to release his remaining mirth with a viking-war-whoop and a sigh. "Though, I'm sure he couldn't compare to a Dane. I bet this bastard doesn't even know how to make Frikadeller." After all, after pastries, Frikadeller was Mathias' favorite dish, even if he rarely got to eat it. Mathias preferred it made of pork and beef, neither of which were animals that Siguard would consume. And, rarely, could he find the motivation to cook something if only he was going to eat it. It was usually just easier to eat what Tino put in front of him than to make something that he didn't know if others would join him in eating.

[berwaldsverige]

"DID you not just WATCH this episode? He made köttbullar... what the hell do you think Frikadeller is? Meatballs! A recipe you stole from us anyway." Berwald said pointing at the video where he was making... meatballs.

[mathias_danmark]

"They look like köttbullar and they are köttbullar, and NO he did NOT make them like frikadeller! You're Swedish taste buds don't know how much of an improvement we made to your little dog-testicle sized meat balls. I've had my fair share of köttbullar while living under this roof. Tino makes them all the damn time. I make GOOD frikadeller, just so you know. My farmor taught me when I was THIS tall before she died and I used to cook them for myself all the time because that, scrambled eggs, and sandwiches were all I knew how to make." He indicated that he had been less than four feet tall. ... Did EVERYONE in his extended family just start dying off in droves when he had been young? Mathias often indicated that he remembered (very clearly too) many members of his extended family. Both is paternal and maternal grandparents as well as a few great aunts and great uncles, but every time they were mentioned it was also followed with 'before they died'. He'd seemed to have been close to some of his extended family, particularly his great

[berwaldsverige]

"The only difference is a mixture of pork and beef and they are a little bigger and Danes haven't figured out BALLS so they have to flatten them like mini-hamburgers." Berwald huffed rolling his eyes.

"But damn it, now I'm HUNGRY!"

[mathias_danmark]

"Dickness." Mathias released the nonsensical curse before pulling out the skillet and getting to work frying the frikadeller. "How are those potatoes coming Homo?" He asked of Gilbert as he started spooning out pieces of the ground meat into the hot oil and flattening them with the end of the spoon.

[i_got_5_meters]

"They're going just fine, you flaming pansy." Gilbert tossed Mads the companionable insult before grabbing the bag of potatoes and holding it up to the camera. He looked straight into the lens with an angry scowl and shouted in his best intimidating sounding German officer voice. "Erste...KARTOFFELN SCHÄLEN!"

Gilbert tossed the bag of potatoes at the counter, a few rogue spuds rolling off onto the floor before picking up the closest one, forcefully opening the utensil drawer to get the peeler and practically attacking the potato with it, sending the peels flying straight onto Mads' back.

[berwaldsverige]

"8"

"For great aim with skins" Berwald grunted letting the idiots continue with the "show".

[mathias_danmark]

"You only give them more points because you hate me." The Dane commented, shaking himself and trying to get the peels off. He managed to get a handful of them and tossed them at the Swede... snickering at a few that splattered over the rectangle frames of his glasses.