Post by Kongeriget Danmark on Mar 20, 2011 19:10:25 GMT -5
He glanced out of the window to tell the time from the position of the sun in the sky while jumping on one leg, having difficulties to make the garment obey him and untwist so he could put his pants on properly. He had to hurry- they were all waiting for him to commence the meeting. His pants finally got on and the Dane walked over to the mirror on the wall and ran his fingers through his disheveled blond hair, the servant boy knocked three times hastily on the door "Ja, ja! forstået!"* He bellowed testily. He was not in the mood to be rushed around by anyone right now, not at this crucial moment. He leaned forward with his palms carefully placed on the tall table in front of him and swayed back and forth a few times whilst breathing slowly. He stopped, exhaled and looked up at the mirror, at the man looking back at him. Magnus gave himself a crooked smile and winked encouragingly.
The young man rolled his eyes as he exited his bedroom and waved his hand in the air annoyingly when he saw two familiar looking boys waiting for his arrival "Jeg går selv, tak!"* Magnus announced and left them bewildered, looking at each other for answers. The Dane usually enjoyed having his servant boys (or in modern terms- secretaries) follow him around, aiding him whenever he needed it and drink with him whenever the urge arrived, but this time was different. His upper lip curled when he thought of the innumerable ways this meeting could go wrong.The tall blond strode across the big hallway until he reached the end, a rather intimate room with simple decoration that he treasured (oh, the crimes he committed in that room).
Before opening the door he ordered the servants, who were eagerly waiting outside, to leave the floor and not return for the next hours. He turns around and witnessed the Nordic nations looking back at him, some tired, others annoyed and one missing. Magnus held back something that would be considered an obnoxious smile when he saw a ten year old Eirik sitting at the table. He awkwardly sat down in his majestic chair at the end of the table and tried his best not to study Berwald's fresher and younger appearance, instead he leaned back in his chair comfortably and looked down at the table in front of him as if he had study notes there, supporting him. "So.." He stopped and sighed heavily at his own lack of words "I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who is utterly excited 'bout whatever the fuckery is going on here, eh?!" he encouraged the sombre audience with a broad smile, but it faltered quickly by the lack of response. "Err, alright- lets start over and get down t' business. Somethin' or someone made us jump back in time and we, or at least I, have all m' memories in tact." He scratched his forehead as a frown appeared between his brows and looked around at the others to get some sort of response "What I really want is fer us to cooperate more than what we did in the past" He was well aware that his brothers didn't trust him, for very good reasons. He looked at the empty chair next to him and wished Vilhelm could be there for moral support, even after a good beating by the feisty Norwegian. "We need this union t' stay strong an' I'm pretty sure there's a lot of shit we... or I need t' get fixed if this 's gonna work" He didn't want to say he needed their help. Not again... at least, not yet. He glanced quickly at the Swede as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and then studied the blond hair on his forearms. "I'm hopin' yer all with me on this one and i'm well aware" his voice got louder at the end "that i royally fucked up before" he lowered his voice again, hinting both to their history and the recent/future calamitous affairs that took place in Denmark. "...but something tells me that we're not th' only ones havin' this sort of meetin' and it's 'bout time we face our ancient problems and deal with 'em" He sighed heavily, not wanting to say anything else, because he was pretty sure his audience understood the message. The young man sat comfortably in his chair and looked around, fearing the repugnant retorts he might get thrown at him
*Ja, ja, forstået! Yeah yeah, gotcha!
*Jeg går selv, tak! I'll walk alone, thanks
The young man rolled his eyes as he exited his bedroom and waved his hand in the air annoyingly when he saw two familiar looking boys waiting for his arrival "Jeg går selv, tak!"* Magnus announced and left them bewildered, looking at each other for answers. The Dane usually enjoyed having his servant boys (or in modern terms- secretaries) follow him around, aiding him whenever he needed it and drink with him whenever the urge arrived, but this time was different. His upper lip curled when he thought of the innumerable ways this meeting could go wrong.The tall blond strode across the big hallway until he reached the end, a rather intimate room with simple decoration that he treasured (oh, the crimes he committed in that room).
Before opening the door he ordered the servants, who were eagerly waiting outside, to leave the floor and not return for the next hours. He turns around and witnessed the Nordic nations looking back at him, some tired, others annoyed and one missing. Magnus held back something that would be considered an obnoxious smile when he saw a ten year old Eirik sitting at the table. He awkwardly sat down in his majestic chair at the end of the table and tried his best not to study Berwald's fresher and younger appearance, instead he leaned back in his chair comfortably and looked down at the table in front of him as if he had study notes there, supporting him. "So.." He stopped and sighed heavily at his own lack of words "I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who is utterly excited 'bout whatever the fuckery is going on here, eh?!" he encouraged the sombre audience with a broad smile, but it faltered quickly by the lack of response. "Err, alright- lets start over and get down t' business. Somethin' or someone made us jump back in time and we, or at least I, have all m' memories in tact." He scratched his forehead as a frown appeared between his brows and looked around at the others to get some sort of response "What I really want is fer us to cooperate more than what we did in the past" He was well aware that his brothers didn't trust him, for very good reasons. He looked at the empty chair next to him and wished Vilhelm could be there for moral support, even after a good beating by the feisty Norwegian. "We need this union t' stay strong an' I'm pretty sure there's a lot of shit we... or I need t' get fixed if this 's gonna work" He didn't want to say he needed their help. Not again... at least, not yet. He glanced quickly at the Swede as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and then studied the blond hair on his forearms. "I'm hopin' yer all with me on this one and i'm well aware" his voice got louder at the end "that i royally fucked up before" he lowered his voice again, hinting both to their history and the recent/future calamitous affairs that took place in Denmark. "...but something tells me that we're not th' only ones havin' this sort of meetin' and it's 'bout time we face our ancient problems and deal with 'em" He sighed heavily, not wanting to say anything else, because he was pretty sure his audience understood the message. The young man sat comfortably in his chair and looked around, fearing the repugnant retorts he might get thrown at him
*Ja, ja, forstået! Yeah yeah, gotcha!
*Jeg går selv, tak! I'll walk alone, thanks