[Open RP] Saint Lucia's Day

[nordic-stoic.livejournal.com]

Okay, so Sweden couldn't find Pippi to go around with candles in her hair. But that didn't mean he couldn't still celebrate Saint Lucia's Day!

He had gotten up early to make plenty of Lussekatt, fresh ginger snaps, coffee, and warm milk.

He then dressed up in a white robe, with a cone shaped hat decorated with stars. Setting the food out, Sweden stood against the wall humming a Lucia song. (He was too shy to actually sing it.

He had also specifically sent an house elf with some of everything to Skwisgaar and Toki's room, with a note from him to enjoy. Must look out for his people, after all.

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[best-guitarist.livejournal.com]

((This reminds me, I forgot to have kiddie!Skwis bug Sweden about possibly being his dad. Ah well.))

The unexpected room service courtesy of Sverige had certainly been a nice thing to wake up to, and Skwisgaar had even decided to share with Toki and the Shoggies -- and had let them have the milk entirely, since he was allergic.

If asked, Skwisgaar would insist he didn't celebrate such a dildos holiday like St. Lucia's Day, not since he'd been old enough to actually have a choice in the matter, anyway. So if he happened to put on the all-white clothes he'd used to wear (http://best-guitarist.livejournal.com/3288.html#cutid1), it was obviously because everything else in his closet was dirty. Yes, even his usual skull belt. That was his story and he was sticking to it.

When he noticed Sweden in the Great Hall, where he'd pretty much expected him to be, he went over. "Did you make all this yourself?" he asked. In Swedish, naturally.

[nordic-stoic.livejournal.com]

Sweden nodded. "Did y'like it?"

[best-guitarist.livejournal.com]

Despite Skwisgaar apparently usually speaking in mangled English with other Swedes and his own mom, he was still speaking Swedish with his home country-person-guy. Whatever, canon.

"Yes." He looked awkward for a moment, and must have found the floor interesting since he didn't glance up from it. "...Thank you. I know you only care because you're obligated to, or something, but it's kind of nice." He cleared his throat. Why was he saying such incredibly gay things lately? Shit, was the food spiked to give him a lady-brain like Toki's? "Um. Don't tell anyone I said that."

[nordic-stoic.livejournal.com]

Sweden just looked confused. "S'not b'c'se I had to. S'b'c'se I want to. If I d'nt care, I w'dnt b'th'r, j'st b'cord'l."

Cordial, before anyone asks. Meaning if Sweden didn't want to give a damn about Skwisgaar, he wouldn't, only treat him courteously instead of sending him food.

[best-guitarist.livejournal.com]

"If I weren't Swedish you wouldn't bother, right?" It was mostly a rhetorical question to explain what he'd meant by 'obligated'. "Usually the only people who give a damn about me are paid to, or they're fans, or they want something. So it's still kind of weird when someone cares just because... they do." His bandmates included, and most of all Toki, and maybe even Ofdensen too, though it was often hard to tell whether the manager only tolerated him because he was paid to.

He didn't know where his mom fell. She'd seemed happy enough to be rid of him years ago, even if she did still make an effort to keep in contact with him. And flashed him in Christmas video greetings. Eugh.

[nordic-stoic.livejournal.com]

"If I di'nt like you, I w'dnt send food. I w'dnt send food to y'r m'th'r." Yes, even Sweden's met Serveta, once, probably at the Miss Sweden contest she had won. "She's a d'sgr'ce."

No, he didn't sleep with her. There would be no reason to.

[best-guitarist.livejournal.com]

Skwisgaar's eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline. Could person-countries read minds, too? Well, thank Odin he'd never really had dirty thoughts about Sweden, then (surprisingly).

"She... wouldn't want food," he said, squeezing his eyes shut with a shudder, trying not to envision what she would want from Sweden. Gave new meaning to lying back and thinking of one's country, that's for sure. "How do you know about her? Do you know all of your citizens?"

[nordic-stoic.livejournal.com]

No, that was just coincidental. :P

Sweden shrugged. "Was at th'Miss Sweden c'nt'st when she w's there."

[best-guitarist.livejournal.com]

"You don't age?" Skwisgaar guessed. "You don't look that old." He was suddenly eyeing Sweden with an expression somewhere between suspicious and -- almost weirdly hopeful, and even without telepathy, it wouldn't have been hard to guess his thoughts. Any guy who'd once met his mother was a guy who'd most likely once had sex with her, too. Of course, Skwisgaar had been born quite a few years after she'd won Miss Sweden '56 since he was probably a child of the 80s (http://best-guitarist.livejournal.com/4887.html), but logic wasn't his strong suit. And besides, it certainly would explain why he and Sweden kind of looked like relatives...

[nordic-stoic.livejournal.com]

Sweden shook his head. "M'a country. When I exist, I exist." Bad explanation. What he meant was, as long as Sweden-the-country existed, so did Sweden-the-person.

[best-guitarist.livejournal.com]

Made about as much sense as finding a perfectly functional, waterproof and indestructible Gibson in a cave. Which is to say, Skwisgaar could actually follow the explanation.

"So you always look like this. As a person. You didn't-... yeugh." He made a face and gestured vaguely. "When you met my mother. Did you?"

[nordic-stoic.livejournal.com]

Sweden looked horrified as he shook his head. "No reason to."

[best-guitarist.livejournal.com]

That was one less person to collect DNA from in a few months when he went on his father-finding quest, then. Too bad, it would've been cool to be the literal son of Sweden. Skwisgaar figured his real father had probably been some pathetic drunk jackoff his mother had picked up in a bar or something. He sighed. "Can people-countries even have kids the way regular people do?"

[nordic-stoic.livejournal.com]

Ignoring everyone that says that children of countries are principalities/provinces/states/whatever (and we all know that those are excuses for mpreg anyway)

Sweden shook his head. "No. P'tr's ad'pt'd," he added, referring to his adopted son Sealand. "He w'nts t'be a c'ntry, but few r'c'gnize him."

[best-guitarist.livejournal.com]

"If he's not a country, what is he? Why'd you adopt him?" If they'd already had this conversation before, he'd obviously forgotten about it. Blame the mun's memory.

[nordic-stoic.livejournal.com]

This mun's probably forgotten, since the fact that Sealand exists at all throws her into a rage.

Sweden paused to consider his words. "He's known as S'land. His br'th'r's Engl'nd. Engl'nd di'nt want him back after W'rld War II, so P'tr d'clared himself an ind'p'ndent c'ntry. Right now, he's t'small t'be t'ken s'r'sly as a c'ntry."

[best-guitarist.livejournal.com]

"I haven't heard of him," Skwisgaar admitted. Of course, he hadn't heard of a lot of places. Geography wasn't his thing. "If you adopted him, wouldn't that make him part of Sweden now?"

He'd been steadily drifting toward the nearby table throughout their conversation, and at this point simply straddled the bench and took a seat, reaching for the gingersnaps. Despite disliking foods with strong flavours, he rather enjoyed the cookies. Toki's sweet tooth must be rubbing off on him.

[nordic-stoic.livejournal.com]

Sweden looked a bit pained. "S'c'mpl'cated." And lets not even get into the joint custody thing involving Poland and two of the Baltics.