Don't eat the ones that say 'Kiss me' if someone gives you one. It won't end well, and it makes things awkward. I don't know if I'll be able to look him in the eye with a straight face for a long time. I haven't found anything... wrong with the other ones... Except one tastes like chalk. Literally.

[munch--There goes a 'Call Me']...And before I ( Read more... )

...They're back.

Seven year. Thirty Year. The Kalmar. The Scanian and Napoleonic. Treaty of Kiel. The fire. The wight when I was a child. Jemtland, Herkedalen and Båhuslen, too. All of them. Every last one. I wonder how many of them people even remember... There were some that I never told anyone about.

Filtered to Self, difficult but hackable]
You stupid, moronic, self-centered potato-mouthed oaf. You left us behind--I miss your stupid grin, your stupid voice, your stupid face, everything about you. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I hate you. You did it again, you separated us. I never hated you.

I felt the exact opposite about you. I want you back.
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...Am I the only one who thinks that news report was odd? There's never been any mention of neighboring towns, and they expect us to leave.

[Filtered to Iceland]Iceland. I need you to do me a big favor and find a safe place to hide. The basement, a friend's house, anywhere. You'll probably think I hit my head for suggesting this, but even Danmark ( Read more... )

[Not too long after he was discovered overturning cars by Grady, your local Norwegian had made his way home with an uncharacteristic smile on his face and a concerned (and temporarily invisible to Norway himself) troll trailing behind him.]

Honey, I'm home! You wouldn't believe the mess that the children have made around the neighborhood!

[It's always 5 o'clock somewhere, and that means that your local Norwegian is currently busying himself by going around the neighborhood and occasionally stopping by a car where it is then--assuming you believe/see magical creatures--lifted by his Troll companion and either placed ontop of the garage, or just flipped upside down into the lawn. Once ( Read more... )

It's 2010 now where I'm from... I wonder what my bosses are doing this year, especially his son.

Even though I haven't made a resolution in over twenty years, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try and make another one. I guess I'll try and tell that oaf that I don't really hate him, but... I doubt I can keep it. Even if I did get back that stuffed ( Read more... )

Mayfield...

I'm sorry. That's all I think I can say in regards to what I did, dream or not.

[A pause, as if he's contemplating hanging up--]

Merry Christmas, everyone.

[Physically, Norway hasn't really changed that much--a little thinner from stress, maybe. Mentally, he feels like the only sane one left anymore out of the other nations. Cold wars, America acting more hostile than ever, no sign of Russia which kind of worries him, England acting a bit strange (but when doesn't he?), fretting over our grown-up ( Read more... )

[If anyone were to be walking around town this evening, chances are they may come across a certain Viking in a poor drone's home helping himself to whatever was inside. He still doesn't have a 'proper' weapon, but he's taken the liberty of making his own out of an indoor lamp post and a kitchen knife. If you bother him, you'll find him murmuring to ( Read more... )