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Hej! Name's Matthias Kohler, physical representation of the great nation of Denmark! Ya can call me Dan or Denmark or Matt or Matthias or whatever ya want, really! Feel free t'stay a while, ya know? Glad t'have ya here! (( independent rp blog for aph: denmark ))
Handle Me (AU)

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They’re n’t gonna take ‘m ‘way, Tino.” He nodded once, firmly, looking at the three of them all together on the two beds. “I’ll f’ght with m’life t’keep Luk’s here. Promise.

(( dude I don’t think we are I think it was your turn and then maybe you wrote back but idk but yeah I think that one’s done uwu ))

Tino looked up at Berwald hopefully, wanting what he was saying to be true. “W…What if his boss does something? We can’t go against his boss, we’ll get in trouble.” He said, quite nervous now. How were they going to save him? What were they going to do if the situation came up. “I don’t think his boss really cares for him that much… He’s always loaded with paper work and he’s always up late finishing it. Remember how we stayed for the weekend about a month ago? … I saw him and…” He sighed deeply, leaning against Berwald again. “I’m scared, Berwald.” He whispered, never thinking anything could compete with the wars he had been in, but this was honestly worse because his family was at stake. 

(( Okay then :3 ))

Berwald kissed the smaller man again, holding him closer.

I’m n’t gonna let anythin’ h’ppen.

(( crap sorry… and.. *Hugs* ))

Tino nodded, looking to Berwald. “I.. I won’t either.” He whispered, taking in deep breaths. “What are we going to do though? I mean, we can’t exactly fight the bosses.. Or their governments… As long as Lukas is fine though and the others too… We all have to get out of here together and just.. Go home. And.. Can’t you forgive Mathias once? It wasn’t really his fault. He was just, broken…” He said, practically clinging to the other, feeling horrible for everyone.

(( Mine’s crap too ;3; …. -hugs- and sorry… Sorry… ))

Berwald paused, looking down at the smaller man. He was right. He was right he was right he was right he couldn’t completely blame Matthias. “Ja. I know.” He took a deep breath, kissing the top of Tino’s head but never taking his eyes off of the three sleeping nations. “I know, we’ll f’x this, though.

(( Shhhhh *Pap* ))

Tino watched the other, slowly sitting back once more. “… Yeah, we will… We’ll all get through it too.” He said, kissing Berwald’s cheek quickly before leaning against his chair, watching the others as well. “We’ll all get through it…” He sighed deeply, unsure what to do next, just wanting the others to be okay.

 ((Crappp sorry.. but I need to sleep.. so tired ;3; Goodnight love <3 )) 

Berwald was leaning on the other’s head, watching the group in the bed. He was afraid. So afraid, but he had to be strong. “Let’s j’st focus on gettin’ ‘m home.

(( Dude no mine is omg but I’m going to sleep too so asfkjakls lvoe you ))

Tino nodded, still holding Berwald’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Yeah… All of them..” 

Erik moved around slowly, mumbling something more in his sleep about the others. He lay on his back, holding both their hands still, Mathias’ much warmer than Lukas’. “Mm.. Careful..” He whispered, making little noises before falling silent once more. 

Lukas was partially awake. Once again, he couldn’t feel his body, but he could hear. He could hear everything. He knew where he was, he knew what he had done.. Everything. His heart rate increased once more as he tried looking for the others, but with his inability to move or even open his eyes, he couldn’t see anything, not even them. “E… E… Er… ik…” He muttered, feeling the hand on his, wondering if it belonged to his brother. 

(( Blahhh sorry ;3; …school -.- ))

I w’sh we could do more…” He sighed deeply, listening to Erik’s whimpers sadly before he heard the other voice. “T’no, he’s awake ‘gain… Should we…?

Oh there it was, there was that voice again. Matthias’ eyes snapped open; well as much as eyes can snap open when they are weighed down with medication and exhaustion. It was more of a very slow blink that never finished being a blink, they just moved over to look over the Icelandic boy and towards the Norwegian. He was awake again, he wasn’t supposed to be awake— he was in pain! “Lukas… Lukas go back to sleep…”

(( Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh <3 <3 <3 ))