Alone in a Library? (open)

[Lukas Bondevik]

Lukas had never been one for company. The Norwegian liked to keep everyone he knew at a comfortable distance, no matter how close he was to them. Hell, there were even things his fellow Nordics didn’t know about him. This was probably the main reason why he took the first chance he could to leave the dorm, which he shared with two countries he barely knew (apart from the fact that one was pretty hyper-active all the time, Spain was his name, if he remember correctly, and the other was some sort of miniature, female version of Russia. Her name was Siberia, right?). At least he wasn’t sharing a room with Mathias. Chances are the Dane would drive him to the brink of insanity.

So, instead of hiding out in his room, he decided to explore the school a little. As he walked along the many hallways, nothing really caught his attention .He really didn’t pay much attention to the classrooms, unless he was actually going to one of the classes. The halls were surprisingly empty; he only occasionally passed the odd teacher, whom he gave a slight incline of the head in acknowledgement to, if their eyes met, and perhaps a quiet “hello”. Though, he couldn’t be too surprised that there were no students about; it was a Saturday, so they were probably off doing more… student-y things. Things which certainly did not involve any sort of school work.

After he descended the stairs to the ground floor, he came across the entrance to the school’s library. Lukas raised an eyebrow, and carefully cracked open one of the doors, taking a quick look inside. As far as he could tell, it was pretty much empty. That certainly sparked his interest. Better to use this chance to his advantage. He fully stepped into the room, letting the door shut quietly behind him.

Now that he was completely inside, he got a far better idea of what the library was like; it was a large room, and he saw a spiral staircase leading up to the first floor of the school, and the library’s second floor. (This floor was large enough, why it needed another was a mystery to Lukas.) He would check that out later. To his left, there was a reception desk; a large, curving desk with a computer and numerous books stacked on it. Behind the desk was a computer chair. What struck Lukas as odd was the fact there was no librarian at the desk, but he shrugged it off, they were probably just sorting the books somewhere.

There were also some computers for students to use, but they didn’t interest the Norwegian. He preferred to use laptops, and these computers were probably old and slow, anyway.

Getting bored, He wandered over to one of the many rows off bookcases, looking at the many genres listed; non-fiction books, fiction books, with sub headings such as crime, horror, thriller…

“It seems that I’ve found a dark column.” He murmured to himself, moving away from the bookcase to find another column. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy reading novels of those kinds. He did, but he just preferred the likes of fairy tales, as childish as it might seem to others. There was just something about those stories that captured the Norwegian’s imagination.

Despite being engrossed in looking though the books, Lukas’s senses were not muted, and he soon became aware that he was no longer alone. Without turning to face the person, he muttered quietly, almost like it was to himself. “You really need to work on your subtlety skills.”

[Sigurður]

Sigurður hadn't gotten used to the thought of needing to attend to this school. The school part was ...alright, he could live with it. Doing homework was not the funniest thing he'd ever tried, but it was not something that killed him. Even the stuff he didn't get a word of. The hardest thing about it was the social part, where he had to be with so many people so many hours a day. And when going to bed he couldn't even be alone. Sharing dorm with two others. To make everything even worse the whole thing was placed in the middle of the city. And not just any city, the big city of Tokyo.

Saturday was a quiet, some would say rather dead, day at the school. There was barely an eye here, and it fitted Sigurður just perfect. His dorm was dead too, and after spending a lot of time lying on his bed staring at the ceiling he decided to go do something. That something was to go to the library. He had been wondering for a long time if they by chance had foreign languages, maybe if he was lucky he could something in Icelandic. Maybe that'd make him feel a bit more like home ... in some strange way. Mr. Puffin was left in the dorm, he thought that it wouldn't be a good idea to bring a bird to a library.

The library was much bigger than he had expected, and he couldn't recall ever seeing so many books in his life. Sighing he started to walk around, trying to find what he was looking for, this wasn't going to be as easy as he first thought. He sent the librarian a look from behind a bookcase, he didn't really want to ask for help. If he could go through a day without talking to anyone, then had it been a good day. Unluckily for him the librarian saw him and caught eye contact.

"Do you need help with anything?" She asked and Sigurður mentally kicked himself for being seen. "Ah.. do you have anything in .. Icelandic?" He timidly asked. "Hmm, let's see." She rose from her place behind the desk, "Follow me." Sigurður gave himself another mental kick, before following her.

He was lead to the far end of the library, in a area where there was books in all kind of languages. "Here, we have a little. Ask if there's anything else you need." She said before disappearing. There was three books before him, surrounded by other books in language that started with the letter 'i'. Three... That wasn't exactly much. He took one of them out, and looked at it. It was a book about Japan ... In Icelandic, he raised his eyebrows seeing it. How nice of them. He putted it back, and took the two other out at the same time; one of them about Icelandic horses the other one was some novel.

He putted the novel back and took a quick look through the book about horses. It didn't seem too interesting, not as much as he thought it would. So he left that one too. He began to move away from the area with the different languages. It disappointed him slightly, he had hoped to find something ... maybe like fairy tales. Like the ones Norway always told him when he was lit- He stopped. A very familiar looking blonde was just ahead. He stared for a very long time, not sure if he was seeing things. He wouldn't ever mistake that floating curl with someone else. But... He was the only Nordic at this school wasn't he?

No. This had to be Lukas, he carefully neared as if the Norwegian would disappear if he made a wrong move or noise. Almost jumped with a start when Lukas suddenly spoke, Lukas not even turning around.

"uh ... Lukas?" He wasn't entirely sure how to approach him. Hoping that the blonde would recognize him by his voice.

[Lukas Bondevik]

The voice that reached Lukas’ ears was certainly not one that he had been expecting. His heart leapt, and he found himself frozen for a matter of seconds as he processed the words spoken though his head. The accent, it was unmistakeable. That voice belonged to only one person he knew, and they were closer to him than anyone else. Lukas drew in a deep breath, returning himself to the library from his thoughts. “Island…” he murmured. He closed his eyes, and exhaled slowly, before opening them again.

“Sigurður.” He said, and turned to face the Icelander, disbelief etched across his normally expressionless face. His deep blue eyes scanned the younger, eventually landing on his pale face. The boy’s violet eyes gave away the fact he was nervous, perhaps even slightly frightened. Not that he could blame him; this was a weird experience for all of them involved, and Iceland had been through hell over the past few years. This was the last thing the kid needed.

Then, much to his own surprise, and probably his brothers, Lukas’ face broke out into a, albeit small, but warm and surprisingly gentle smile. A rare sight from the Norwegian man. Remembering the gap between the two, Lukas quickly, but gingerly, closed it, so he was standing just before the younger man. It was an awkward situation for both of them, as both the Norwegian and Icelander were not one’s for showing much emotion, or that they actually cared, not even between themselves. But this situation was slightly different. Slightly.

“You’re here too… I don’t believe it.” He said, noticing that Sigurður’s initial nervousness had now been replaced with confusion. He was probably wondering what the Norwegian was talking about, but Lukas could explain that later; there was something else he had to check first. Lukas replaced his own smile with a small, concerned frown. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” As far as he could tell, the Icelander was unscathed, but he could not know for sure. Besides, he was the teen’s older brother; he was allowed to be concerned for his safety, no matter how much the younger told him that he didn’t have to worry about him so much. And how could he not worry, after all the boy had been through?

Lukas looked down at his brother (he was only a couple of inches taller than the Icelander, but that difference still mattered, in the Norwegian’s eyes), clearly waiting for an answer from him.

[Sigurður]

<sup>The Icelander could almost feel and hear how the air stood still in the seconds Lukas used to murmur something he couldn't quite hear, and to say his name, before turning around. It was probably the biggest relief he had had in months, again seeing the cold blue eyes he had known as long as he could remember. He would never have thought he should get this happy to see the older brother. His expression of course, didn't give it away but he was just as happy as he was confused and nervous right now.

He didn't as much as blink when the blue eyes began to scan him. He was used to this. Lukas would notice if he loss just the slightest weight, even if it wasn't anything to worry about. Though Lukas would claim something else, and try to do something about it. As forcefully as he could be.

His own violet eyes was caught and held by Lukas'. Sigurður could feel how he was reading him. A stranger would probably never have noticed the nervous confusion that had built a place in the Icelander, but Lukas read it. He could just as well had been an open book here at the library that the Norwegian had chosen to read. Damnit. Lukas always did this, which could be really frustrating when Sigurður tried to hide something from him. He just always knew when something was going on.

Then ... something happened that Sigurður couldn't really remember seeing before. And it really took him by surprise (that he of course didn't show). Was ... Lukas smiling? Sigurður widened his eyes only slightly in surprise, not really knowing how to react. He couldn't help but to make some sort of small smile back.

This was kind of awkward.

I don't believe it either, Sigurður thought when the Norwegian spoke again. He didn't want to believe they both had ended up here. No matter how relieving it was to see Lukas here, he'd rather had gone and visited him in Norway instead of the other side of the planet. He blinked, knowing what was coming now. He knew Lukas well enough to see what he was about to ask...

"Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

Yes. There it was.

"I'm fine." and Sigurður would try to brush it off as usually, though he knew Lukas never just accepted that simple answer so he continued. "Just a little... confused." Frighten, would have been a better description, but he wouldn't accept that himself as a fact.

"But it's fine. Ending up here didn't turn out ... quite as bad as I would have imagined." He looked slightly down, because that was kind of a lie. It was pretty bad, to him. A place like this was just not his cup of tea, and the way he had ended here even less. At least he wasn't worn out from the travelling.. The travelling he didn't even remember.

"... You .. don't know what's happening, do you?" He carefully asked. He had always been able to come to Norway with his problems and worries, and he'd get some sort of help. When he was little he believed Nor knew everything about everything.

OOC: If it sucks, then sorry *should be sleeping right now derp*</sup>

[Lukas Bondevik]

Lukas knew his brother was lying. No matter how well Sigurður trained his façade, the Norwegian could still read him like he was an open book. But he didn’t press, just took the Icelander’s answer with slight reluctance. It was next to impossible to weave a more truthful answer from the younger once he had made his mind up, he was just that stubborn. But, Lukas knew that if Sigurður wanted to talk, he would. He always had. He would just have to wait until his brother felt that the time was right.

"But it's fine. Ending up here didn't turn out ... quite as bad as I would have imagined."

Lukas snorted. If there was one thing this whole experience was, it was bad. Just another white lie from the Icelander. Though, Lukas didn’t mind; it was just Sigurður being Sigurður, still trying to show him that he wasn’t frightened, and he could manage on his own. It was quite a shock to the Norwegian just how much his brother had changed over the years; from the small child that would always come running to his Big Brother for comfort after a nightmare, to the young adult who was forever trying to prove himself to his brother, the fact that he could in fact manage on his own, despite Lukas’ growing doubts.

He was brought back from his thoughts by Sigurður’s voice as he spoke again.

"... You .. don't know what's happening, do you?"

Well, there was a question he had been expecting, but dreading at the same time. Lukas shook his head, “I'm afraid that is the case... I really have no idea what is happening.” He muttered. As much as he hated to admit it, he was well and truly in the dark as to what was going on; as were all the other nations he had met. And it annoyed the Norwegian to no end, as he was the kind of person who always wanted to know just what was happened, why it was happening, and so on. The feeling of blindly walking around in the dark was not something Lukas was terribly fond of, that much he knew for sure.

Plus, he hated not being about to give Sigurður a proper answer. When his brother had been younger, the boy had eagerly accepted his more cryptic answers with wide, believing violet eyes. But now, if his answers to the teens questions didn’t make much sense, Sigurður just looked at his older brother like he was insane. “All I do know,” he spoke up again, “Is that there are quite a lot of nations here, considering who I’ve met so far. And I’ve got a feeling that things are going to get a bit… odd around here.”


((This is really bad for the length of time it took me to write it, sorry OTL))

[Sigurður]

Sigurður mentally braced himself for the Norwegian stare. He could almost feel how Lukas read him word by word, and he guessed that Lukas knew he was lying. To Sigurðurs relief, Lukas didn't try to get his honest feelings on the whole thing. That was probably one of the reasons he liked his brother so much. Lukas never tried to squeezes something out of him. Or that wasn't entirely right, he did remember a few times where Lukas had pressed on until Sigurður had told him. Those times hadn't been too pleasant as they both could be stubborn as hell.

He was not going to let this school take him down! ...At least he hoped. Sigurður made a silent sigh. Why did he have to be so doubtful about everything.

Sigurður could almost feel his stomach turn when Lukas told he had no idea what was going on. If his brother didn't know, then who would? His world dropped a bit, as he had almost been sure that he'd get a reply that he probably didn't understand too well, but at least a reply. And he could see that Lukas was frustrated by not being able to give that reply.

"I've ... met a few other nations too." Sigurður said, thinking. How many of them was here? He wondered, slightly biting his underlip in concern for... well everything. Ugh, if the whole school was filled up with nations... Sigurður haven't been too popular with a lot of people the last few years. Fearing they might would remember it, and still have a grudge against him. 'A bit odd'. No. Sigurður shook his head, he didn't want to think about that.

He wasn't sure that word was big enough to cover it, he felt like dying. He wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly dropped dead in the cafeteria or something like that. "...So, what are you going to do now?" He smiled weakly, trying to change the topic that clearly was killing both of them. Hoping to find a bit of comfort in the Norwegians company. The company he loved as a child... disliked a bit more as a teen, as Lukas often seem to take liking in teasing Sigurður in some way. But right now, he wouldn't mind to stay with him for some time.

OOC: No worries, this post wasn't the most impressive thing I've made either ówo But I hope I gave you a bit more to reply to or something ''' It's weird how the first post's always the easiest thing to write xD