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[ominousjoy]

Y'know... m'wife sorta saved m'life. I was 'n old brute b'fore we met. Taught m' how t' love and stuff. Meant 'lot. Guess I s'prised 'm first time w' sh'red a bed, but.. pritty cold up north. B' bad if I'd let 'm get cold 'r sick 'r somethin

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[vaimoksein]

[Here, you just get a sort of strangled squeak. No, he's far too embarrassed to even get out an "EHHHHH?!", so all Sweden will hear is a variety of squeaks that are most definitely recognizable as Finland.

Give him a minute here....]

S-Swe?!

[ominousjoy]

...

Eh...

[vaimoksein]

I didn't know you--

I mean, you didn't have to say so much, but....!

[He's honestly not used to hearing Sweden say that much at one time, and especially not when it's about him.]

[ominousjoy]

'l 'ts 'll r'r tr'. L' y' l't.

stage 1 for reference

[techno_mancer]

[Wait a sec! That mumbley voice... Sounds a little older, but...]

.... Berwald?

[ominousjoy]

...

Most folks call m' Swed'n.

[techno_mancer]

Yeah, but... That's how ya introduced yourself to me way back when, and you never corrected me.

[A pause.]

Ya were droned for a long time, buddy. Uh, do you even know who this is?

[ominousjoy]

Nu... Sorry.

[fireandiceland]

[Wow he doesn't need to know this]

C-can't you cut the phone line or something?

[ominousjoy]

R'ther not.

[fireandiceland]

Hearing all this stuff's weird.

[Norway is probably already making a list of people who have potentially corrupted Iceland somehow.]

[ominousjoy]

's not weird.... S'okay.

C'uld say worse.