Not a part of the plan (Mathias, Lukas)

[Sigurður]

OOC: Just a note, there's going to be violence in this post P: Another note is that I'm too tired to read it all through right now, so bear with stupid obvious mistakes. I just want to get this out of the system *have had lots of problems making this omg* Hope it's not too much fail >w>

The whole day had kept him busy with other stuff, so he hadn't had the chance to go out and pick up his medicine before now. When it had become black outside, and since he had to go pick it up today, he was forced out in the city. Even with it's neon light flashing around him he felt uncomfortable, there was still a lot of black corners in the city he had to pass. All the stories he knew from big cities like this was about people getting into real deep shit one way or another. Not that there didn't happen bad things in Reykjavík, but his capital was water compared to Tokyo. The size alone was enough to scare him far away. Yet he was forced to stay here, and that was why he had only learnt to go where he absolutely needed to go. The park and to pick up medicine. He tried to keep away from everywhere else, and rarely moved out without some sort of company.

Sigurður had only ended up here alone because everybody else on the school at that time, was too busy to go with him. Or else they didn't care. Gripping firmer on the plastic bag with the asthma medicine, he fastened his pace. Only looking straight forward, and only focusing on getting on the school and quickly as possible. His breathe had become quicker, both from the fast walk and from the stress and pressure he putted himself under right now. It felt like his heart could come racing out of he chest any minute. Suddenly his feet just stopped moving, placing him in the middle of the street. Lucky there wasn't so many people here during this time of the day, or else they might had stumbled upon him. It took his brain a few seconds to realize why he had actually stopped.

Where in the world was he? Turning around, he realized he didn't recognize this street at all. He froze on the place and slowly saw how the whole world fell apart, and he was going to be in big problems. He quickly turned around again, looking at the signs, hoping to get some sort of help from them. It was all Chinese to him, or well, it was Japanese, but to him there weren't much difference. He had tried to learn Japanese since he started on the school, but he had failed miserable so far. The unique language was simple too foreign from what he knew. Looking around didn't give Sigurður the slightest clue. Biting his underlip, beginning to feel a bit dizzy. If he really was lost, he probably wasn't going at school before in a long time. How would he even manage through the ni- No. Better no to think about it, of course he was going to find a way back. The Icelander shook his head, and almost timidly began to walk back the way he came from. Maybe he'd be able to recognize something.

After wandering for about an hour the grey haired boy started to feel more and more small and alone in the big world. His bright violet eyes had gotten watery, but he insisted not to cry over such thing. He had grown from such thing long ago! That was what he told himself at least. "Okay, Sigurður. No panic..." He murmured to himself in Icelandic. He was wandering aimlessly around now, getting a bit cold and hungry. Shaking from either that, or the stress. At least it can't get any worse than this, he told himself. Thought that soon had to be put as a question as he found himself in an ally, that was darker than he really liked. It was only a dim light from somewhere else in the city, there was very quiet compared to the of the city that apparently never slept. Quickly, Sigurður turned and walked into an side ally. Which had the same feel to it, slightly shaking he just choose to walk into it. He had no idea how he had gotten here anyway, maybe he was lucky there was a big street just on the other side.

"Nhhhow what do whe have here." A rough voice cracked the silence, and someone in the shadows Sigurður hadn't noticed at all started to move. He froze for a second, but chose it was probably wiser to just ignore him, just speeding up his pace.

"Nhot so fhast." He was roughly grabbed by the should and turned around to see a man roaming above him. Deficiently not happy and sober. "A little stray mhouse." He grinned, almost snarling. Sigurður wasn't able to make a single word. He just stared at the man with big wide, and scared eyes.

"'Ey, I think he's schared of mhe" The man easily manoeuvred him against the wall, the man didn't seem to put much force into it and yet Sigurður felt like he was being squeezed. Out of the corner of his eye he could see another person move. "Does he have anything interesting on him?" The second guy asked, he seemed younger and not as much interested in the Icelander as the first man did. The guy had a very nonchalant look on his face, while bored biting a smoking cigarette. "A bhag." The man easily grabbed the plastic bag from his hands, and passed it to the guy so he could take a closer look. Opening it his dropping interesting dropped even more "It's just some medicine." The man turned his head. "Druhgs?" He asked hoping. "No, just something useless against ... asthma or something like that" The guy came closer to take a look at their prey.

"So. Got any money, boy? You better give me the answer I want."

Sigurður eyes got even more scared and wider, while his head imagined what might happen to him if he said no. Well, if he could speak. His voice was like completely gone from the face of earth, it had probably escaped while it could. He shook his head slowly. He didn't have any money, he only had little that he never brought with him. The guy just seemed unimpressed, he closed their faces distance by only a few centimetres, send a big amount of smoke directly in Sigurðurs head. He started to cough violently at once. "Heh. We'll see... Check him." The man, still holding him against the building with one hand, started to search Sigurðurs cloths for pockets that might could contain something of interest.

What they found; nothing. An empty wallet, with some papers in it and an id. They just threw it at the ground when discovering it had no value to them. "I guess we'll just have fun with him then. Or well, you can." The guy sent some smoke in Sigurðurs direction again, this time entirely on purpose. Sigurður felt how his lungs closed again, and he started to fight for getting air by the coughs. The man flinched, clearly annoyed. "SHUT" he ordered and gave Sigurður and punch in the stomach, followed by throwing him across the ally. He landed on the opposite site, stunned by hitting the ground which made his lungs give up on all its air, while he still tried to catch breathe through the coughing.

He was like a fish stranded on the land. He barely felt when the man took him by the neck and hammered him down in the ground again. The guy started to talk, but he couldn't concentrate about it, everything was closed off to him right now. He somehow caught breathe while they were talking and starting to catch the air in short painful gasps. "-nhot done." he managed to intercept the last part before he was kicked in the side and rolled a meter or two. The man was quickly over him again, and took his left arm. "Thin" he grinned, he had clearly noticed Sigurðurs fragility. Then he took a hold of each end of the forearm and with full might hammered it down on his knee. Followed by a really unpleasant sound, that didn't come from the mans knee.

Sigurður wanted to scream, but his couldn't make a single sound. His breathing and talking was completely messed up right now. All he could do was opening his mouth in a silent scream, while his arm broke. The man laughed something, but he didn't listen. Just trying to... no, he couldn't even think right now. Not a single happy thought, not even a sad one, how to get away from this was his farthest thought right now. He was thrown back on the ground, to be kicked in the stomach. Thankfully he hadn't eaten too much today, because now it all came to long way back up. He didn't get much time to think about it before he had a foot stomping on his chest, all the air he must have contained inside the lungs disappeared once again and this time Sigurður passed out from it. He came back to his sense, only to experience another kick that placed him meters down the ally.

Shifting around, trying to supporting himself with his working arm he tried to somewhat separate himself from the ground. He started to cough and as if he had to throw up again, but it was not once-food that came up this time - his stomach was emptied for it anyway - a big blob of blood landed on the ground. The small stream running from his mouth matched perfectly with the one from his forehead right now. His eyes which had been wide and scared in the beginning was now dull and probably more grey than violet. The big hands grabbed around his throat and held him up so his feet didn't even touch the ground. The man stared at him like the whole world was his fault. A feeling that Sigurður have had a few times before, in the times where he had been influencing others in the bad way.

He stared back with empty and tired greyish violet eyes.

[Mathias Karlsen]

Mathias had somehow managed to survive the school day, ending up in detention twice was different from his usual score of four times a day, though, he had no reason to deliberately behave badly so he could get into detention. He’d always arrange with some of his fellow rebellious friends to act troublesome during class time, so they could all send their time messing around in detention. But today, they didn’t have anything planned. Nothing to gossip, no items to trade or share (mostly cigarettes with the smoking members to the group, otherwise snacks and homework). The blond kept himself entertained in the double period of Home Economics, just baking, so he was content. Maths was the class he was sent out in, seeing as his teacher now hated him after their first encounter. Falling asleep in English Language class after interval earned him another trip to detention. He was also almost sent out during Personal & Social Education, as the current topic of STDs made him burst out with way too many inappropriate jokes, History was always a blast for him and the other nations as, hell, they’d been through half the shit that was being taught themselves. He couldn’t remember his last two lessons of Chemistry and Administration, probably because he must of fallen asleep during these lessons (seeing as he woke up with a sheet of paper stuck onto his face in Chemistry, and looking at the end of his Administration period to see he had written a word document with 5000 words…just with the letter ‘J’).

Now Mathias really had nothing to. The Dormitory was empty so he had no one to talk to or have a carry on with or to go places with. Manon probably went out so find her brother, same going for Yekaterina looking for her younger siblings. The Norwegian had made it clear that he was not to come in the vicinity of his room, or he had hell to pay (though, the Dane had already ‘broke into’ his room, but was scared out by the Russian girl who was inside at the time). Fraser had fucked off somewhere, like he usually did. Probably to irritate a certain Englishman to the point of insanity. Annelise didn’t want anyone disturbing her after Track, complaining that her legs ached from so much running. He also, strangely enough, discovered that Sigurður wasn’t in his Dorm. Usually he’d be in there studying, sleeping, or playing videogames. Weird.

He at first explored the school, looking for secret areas and whatnot. School looked so different at night, a little more creepy. Dark corridors and classrooms only lit up with the pale, cold moonlight which gave everything a frosty glow. Eerie. Some classes looked exactly the same as they were before during the day. Clean, organised whilst others were just a mess, probably because the cleaners had not yet been to those rooms so chairs were atop of desks, little bits of litter here and there, dirty windows…None of this interested him.

Mathias thought of another place to go to. The city square? He’d only been out to see the various bars so why not see other places? Hidden streets, 24 hour shops (or as they were called here Konbini), and such. The clubs were mostly open at this time of night, neon lights glowing, the loud beat of rave music blasting out of doors of dance clubs and brothels alike. He snickered when spotting the ‘Ambrosia’ strip club himself and his drinking group ‘The Crew’ had come across. God that night was fun. But, there was no chance they’d get back in there after the trouble they caused and when they were found out to be underage in the first place. Oh well he was sure there would be plenty more which they could sneak into.

He buried his hand into his jacket pocket. Yep, he had his wallet with a few Yen in there. Maybe he could pop into one of the 24/7 shops and get a warm bite to eat and a drink? It was a chilly night after all and he was hungry. He spotted a small looking franchise ‘Daily Yamazaki’ which looked deserted, par the store keeper and a few other workers. The bell pinged as he stepped inside. Well, they all looked in his general direction, examining him with their eyes, automatically looking at his wild blond hair and glowing sapphire eyes. “English?” one of them asked. Mathias chuckled. “No, I’m Danish but I speak English.” he replied. Their eyes sure lit up an considerable amount. Did the world have something against the English? “Ah, feel free to checkout our goods~” he done exactly that, picking up a small pot of Insta-Noodles and a Hot Coca drink. They asked if he wanted these prepared for him, he obliged. Whilst waiting he conversed with one of the workers who asked him questions about his nation, what it was like up north and how it differed from the Asian nation. Mathias nudged the door open carrying his goods with him, happily digging into his noodles (which the storekeepers happily supplied him with a fork instead of fiddly chopsticks). The hot food and drink warmed the Dane up considerably, the pot warming his hands as he held it, and the food and drink warming his insides. He was now content on just wandering the city. He tried his best to slip past some of the clubs so he wouldn’t get dragged into them, Mathias wasn’t in the mood for partying tonight, just exploring. The city had a few alleyways here and there leading out into back streets or out into more public areas like the park (which he’d stay away from. God knows if there were any druggies ready to dive out and stab any unfortunate person who happened to be there with a needle) and out onto the main road.

Mathias stopped. He was sure he heard pained gasps and coughing, and possibly a tussle nearby. Now, he really didn’t want to get into any bother but he couldn’t help but be curious. He followed these noises until he came across another alleyway. His blue eyes widened at the scene before him. Two men against one small boy who was pinned up against the wall by his throat by one of them. That boy…was Sigurður. Mathias dropped his things and ran, eyes flaming. How dare they? How fucking dare they!?

“Get the fuck off him!!”

He stood, just two feet away from the action, his fists raised in preparation for a fight. No doubt he would he fighting next. He’d fight alright. He’d fight with all his strength. No one messed with his family without paying the consequences.

OOC: Sorry for the amount of time it took me to write this, and if there isn't alot to respond to. OTL

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[Sigurður]

"Get the fuck off him!!"

That voice, he barely heard it but recognized it at once. Sigurður wasn't able to turn his head, or see him in any way. But he wasn't in doubt; that was the sound of an angry Dane, and someone was going to die. Though he was still pinned to the wall by the man, he suddenly felt much more safe that he had felt the whole day. He couldn't imagine any better person to appear out of nowhere right now than Mathias. Sigurður just kept his stare indifferent at the man, his vision slowly blurring as the man tightened his hold. Sigurðurs breathing, which had been wheezing only, was now faint and barely even there.

The man made that smile again, clearly amused by this. "Yhou dhon't whant mhe tho hurt the whelp"? He grinned. It was obviously just a big play for him, his weird way of entertaining himself. The other guy who had just been bored watching, threw away the used cigarette just to light another one. Clearly not interested in taking part in the fighting if he could help it. "Hnnn?!" He lifted Sigurður higher, the grip tightened more. This time the violet eyes closed in a strained expression, as his tracheal closed completely off. His mouth open trying bite down some sort of oxygen. To no avail.

Everything went black for a moment.

When he found himself again, the man had let go of him and he was back on the ground. They were fighting in the background? He could barely hear it. All his brain was focused on was his breathing. Shit, it hurt like hell and yet he forced himself, trying to avoid passing out again. It was not going to last for long was it? His vision randomly blurred now and then. Ugh, why did it hurt so much!? His throat was sore, but it worked.. somewhat at least. His lungs was a whole other story. They were killing him more than taking air in to let him live, right now. His whole chest area was one big pain. Shaking, he moved his right hand and carefully touched his chest. It stung, and his fingers got wet with something. He slowly lifted the hand to where he could see it. Red. Blood. He was bleeding from a cut horizontally across his chest. He thanked god for ribs, or else his lungs would have been cut open in the process. Wait, if he was cut. The man had a knife! Worried for Mathias he tried to somehow get in a position so he could see what happened. Not with much luck.

Instead, his vision turned blurry, and from blurry to all dark. Losing his awareness completely.

OOC: Not so long this time ahah :B So yeah, I'll put this thread pretty much in your hands as Ice is going it be passed out for some time (idk how long myself, but yeah xD).

[Mathias Karlsen]

<sup>The man’s words caused Mathias to clench his fists tighter, until his knuckles cracked from stain. Rage bubbled in his veins, spreading through his body that even his body shook from the emotion. He had to do something, he had to act now. When the Dane saw the man tighten his grip around the platinum boy’s neck, he ran, quickly closing the space between them.

Something slick and silver crossed over the Icelander’s chest. Almost instantly crimson seeped it’s way through his once white shirt.

Fuck. Fuck. He had a switch-blade.

Mathias had to be quick, whilst he was distracted, he smashed his body into him. Sigurður collapsed in a heap on the cold concrete. He was going to grab a hold of the boy but once again, the attacker was persistent. Now Mathias had a harder fight he had expected, fists against a knife.

Shifting to the left, right, left…trying his best not to get hit or slashed whilst also trying to land a hard punch. The blond successfully hit his target a few times, but onto the arm. He needed to hit the face, the bridge of the nose at least to break it. A broken nose was painful. Extremely painful.

“AUGH!”

Mathias stumbled back, clutching his bleeding arm. An unbroken, sinuous flow of blood seeped through his fingers. His muscles spasmed painfully. He must of cut into his bicep…it wouldn’t be this excruciating if it was just flesh and not muscle.

But he couldn’t give up now. Not now.

The man ran forward, planning to use a back handed knife attack to slice across the Dane’s body. He knew what to do. Mathias hastily stepped in with his right foot and slashed down on the attackers knife wielding hand, grabbing on his wrist. He gave it a sharp twist to disarm him before punching him in the face. Bullseye. In the bridge of the nose like he’d planned. He picked up the dropped weapon and pointed it at the man. The tables now had turned. “You better run now before I stick this in your fucking leg.”

When he felt sure that he wasn’t going to attack again, Mathias made way over to the fallen boy. “Sigurður …Oi…Sigurður !” he called, giving the boy a few gentle shakes. No answer. Shit.

Wait…he had to have his mobile with him, right? He once again buried his hand into his jacket pocket. Oh thank fuck. Mathias flipped open the device and keyed in the number he was looking for. Lukas.

“Come on…come on! Pick up Lukas!”


OOC: Augh shortness. D':
I left a little indent here for Norge to jump into. c:</sup>

[Lukas Bondevik]

The day had been pretty uneventful for the Norwegian, who had managed to get through each class in the day with the teachers so much as batting an eyelid at Lukas; the Norwegian never caused a stir in the class, and was more than happy to just get on with his work on his own (well, if by working you mean playing about with his iPod, or practicing spells), while his classmates goofed off.

At least he got out of class on time, while they stayed back to finish what they had been working on.

He returned to his dorm after the afternoon’s final class, only to discover that it was empty. Not even Mathias was lurking inside the room, the Dane usually took the moments when his Norwegian friend was in class, and he was not, to raid his drawers for something interesting, which usually resulted in a smack over the head and getting kicked out of the dorm by an infuriated Lukas.

Lukas took the fact the dorm was empty as a good sign, as it almost always had at least one other person inside. (He could normally tolerate Anna, for she was usually as quiet as he. But Antonio was another story altogether.) This way he could study in peace, or talk to his nisse without getting strange looks from his roommates.

But still, he found himself getting restless after about half an hour. Lukas found his eyes falling on his mobile phone, and he considered calling Sigurður, to see if his brother would like to go out into the town with him, for something to eat and just a wander. It would probably be a lot more successful than their slightly awkward meeting in the library. Yet, something inside him decided against it. Chances are, the Icelander had fallen asleep in his dorm, and Lukas knew from experience this his little brother did not like getting woken up from his slumber.
His mind wandered to Mathias, but there was no way he was going to call the Dane to ask for an evening of his company. The Norwegian was not going to sink to the level.

Lukas sighed. ‘No company like your own.’ he thought to himself. He could still go into town; he had seen plenty of cafés in the city centre. He could certainly use a coffee right now. Sure, it wouldn’t be as good as the coffee back home (nothing beat a coffee made by a Norwegian), but it would most certainly be better than that made in England, or America. Japan had taste; that he knew.

Luckily, the city square was within walking distance. (30 minutes was light walking to Lukas, who had endured 8+ hour walks through the mountains of his homeland), and the Norwegian found himself mingling through small crowds of locals in the centre of Tokyo. Thankfully, it wasn’t terribly over-crowed at this time of night, though there was still the odd (and large) group of teenagers skulking around outside the nightclubs and bars. Lukas wrinkled his nose in distaste. That was probably what Mathias was doing right now with his little group of drinking “buddies”. Thugs, more like.

After about a quarter of an hour, he caught sight of a relatively quiet looking café. Walking inside, he realised just how much he stuck out with his pale skin, ash blonde hair and indigo blue eyes. Many pairs of deep, chocolate brown eyes fell on the Norwegian, and he suddenly felt very awkward.

“You… English?” the woman at the front asked, her eyes bright, and looked him up and down excitably.

Lukas wondered if they had ever seen someone from Europe before.

The Norwegian shook his head. “English? No… I’m from Norway.” The woman’s eyes didn’t dull at this statement, just continued to shine.

“Ah… Yes, please, sit down~” she said, picking up a menu and placing it down in front of Lukas once he had took his seat.

“Oh, thank you, ma'am.” He said, picking up the menu. Much to his surprise, there was also and English translation. He still settled on his coffee, even after a quick glance through of the sweet section. (Bad idea, now he was craving the deliciously described chocolate cake. If only he had brought more yen.)

The woman took his order of a regular black, and soon his coffee was sitting before him. He took a sip of the warm liquid; strong and bitter, just the way he liked it.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, surprising him slightly. Setting the mug down on the table, he withdrew said phone, and checked the caller ID. His eyes narrowed at the name, Mathias Karlsen. Couldn’t the Dane leave him alone for just a day?

Sighing in exasperating, he took the call. “Mathias, what is it? I’m a little busy at the moment, so make it quick.” He muttered, taking another drink of his coffee, hoping that the Dane had a good enough excuse for bothering him. (and no, “I’m pissed and I need you to take me home", was not a good excuse in the Norwegian’s eyes, even if he did comply.)

[Mathias Karlsen]

Mathias’ grip on the small, electronic device in his hand increased, gritting his teeth in a combination of stress, pain and trepidation. ‘Lukas. Pick up the fucking phone. Please just pick up!’ Oh God what if the Norwegian had his mobile turned off? Or left it back at Dorm if he was out? Shit. Shit shit shit.

He knew he shouldn't mess around with an injured person, but he couldn’t just let Sigurður lie there. The Dane carefully pulled the boy up to lay on his lap, making sure to place him on his side in case he were to vomit whilst unconscious. He then look off his thick jacket and draped it over him, to conserve body heat. There wasn’t much else he could do, considering only one of his arms were working right now, so he couldn’t create makeshift bandages to stop the bleeding on Sigurður’s chest. He also couldn’t do anything for himself. His right arm hung limply at his side, blood still dribbling out of the deep gash, no longer was his sleeve white, but a deep red. His bicep muscles spasmed now and again, causing him some deal of pain.. God dammit that was going to need some stitching. And no doubt that there would be scarring.

Still waiting in silence, par the haggard breathing of the Icelander struggling for hair and his own panicked breathing. Why did such horrible times feel like they were going on for eternity? Time seemed to stretch tenfold during these instances. The Kalmar Union was one of which. So much misery during those times. His short-lived union with Norway, which was just full of bickering, fighting and arguments which tore them apart. During World War II when he was occupied by Nazi Germany, he was lucky that England and his army had come along to assist him in this time of need…and so many more horrible points in History that he’d rather forget. This, had to be another one added to that long list.

It felt like an eternity before Lukas finally picked up.

“Mathias, what is it? I’m a little busy at the moment, so make it quick.”

“Well I don’t give a flying fuck if your busy right now doing whatever! Just listen!!”

He paused. Yes, this was a very dire situation, but he had to keep his cool. This was Sigurður’s brother. Someone who was very close to him and would most likely flip out at the news. Taking a few deep breaths, he continued.

“I’ve found Sigurður, and he’s not looking good.“ pausing again Mathias checked the current state of the small boy. Fuck. He was getting cold. “Some guys jumped him out here. They’ve really beaten the shit outta him. I think his arm’s broken…maybe his ribs and he’s bleeding a lot. Lukas…” He swallowed back the lump in his throat. “Do you have any idea where the closest hospital is!? Please, please know where it is!!” His shoulders shook. He was scared, so scared. Sigurður’s life was on the line. What if Lukas didn’t know where the hospital was?

If not, they were in for a difficult time.

[Lukas Bondevik]

“Well I don’t give a flying fuck if your busy right now doing whatever! Just listen!!”
Well, that was a first. Normally, Lukas would have replied with a snarky comment, but there was something about the Dane’s tone of voice that caused a niggling feeling at the pit of his stomach. This wasn’t right. Mathias never got pissed off at Lukas, that was the Norwegian’s job. Something was wrong.

“Mathias, what’s going on?” the Norwegian asked, a cautious hint to his voice. There was a pause from the other end of the line; all he could hear was the other man’s breathing. Lukas felt his anxiety growing. “Mathias?”

“I’ve found Sigurður, and he’s not looking good.“

Lukas felt a lump rise in his throat. No, not Sigurður, please. Not his little brother, anyone but his little brother. There was another pause, and he heard some shuffling from the other end. He felt his heartbeat increase as he waited for an answer from the Dane. “Mathias, what’s happened to my brother?”

The Dane’s description of what happened to the Icelander shocked and disgusted the Norwegian. Beaten, broken bones, and a great loss of blood. It was sick. Why did they always go for the weak looking ones; it was just complete cowardice. Sigurður was on his own, ill, and no doubt lost. How dare they take advantage of someone like that? Lukas’ grip on his mobile tightened as he thought over what Mathias said, just as his anger and fear for his brother grew.

“Do you have any idea where the closest hospital is!? Please, please know where it is!!”

Fuck.

He didn’t have a clue.

“Where are you?” he asked, standing up and withdrawing his wallet. He walked up to the desk and paid without a word, before leaving, confused looks sent his way from the owners of the café after his sudden departure. “Mathias, I don’t know where the hospital is, but the Japanese emergency phone number is…”

Oh shit. What was it again? ‘9-1-1?’ he thought, and then shook his head. No, that was the American one … Asia was.. 1… something-something. ‘Think, Lukas!’ he hissed to himself. Japan had told them countless times before at the World Meetings. All the nations had to when they were hosting the World Conference, for safety reasons, among other things. Why couldn’t he remember three simple numbers?

“1-1… 1-1-9! That’s it! Tell me where you are, I’ll call an ambulance.” He said frantically into the receiver. Lukas glanced around where he was, hoping there was a sign for a hospital of some sort. (he doubted it, hospitals weren’t normally in the middle of a city. They needed larger areas. But, he was desperate). There was nothing.

Oh Mathias, please, for the love of God, have some remote idea of where the hell you are.

[Mathias Karlsen]

The pause. The tension building pause seemed to go on for ages. Shit. That meant Lukas didn't know where the nearest hospital was.

"Where are you?"

Oh joy. Oh mother fucking joy. Mathias exhaled sharply. This was one thing he didn’t know.

"I dunno! I have no fucking clue!!" he practically yelled down the phone line. "I didn't think I'd need to check the street names! And I've not been down this way before!" he shifted around, to try and see if he could find a street name. Nothing. Nothing whatsoever. Just large shops, bars and clubs.

Hold on.

"Lukas! If I give you a general description of the area I'm in, can you come along and look!? I really don't want to move in case...in case Sigurður..." the Dane cursed loudly. "Can you just do that!? There are real distinctive buildings from what I can see from here!"

The blond moved slightly to get a better view of the street. Yes, there were a few landmarks that the Norwegian was sure to spot.

"Okay...okay..."he had to cool down again. "I'm in an alleyway, just to my right is the park and the pharmacy a little ways off. To my left is a small but brightly coloured ’Daily Yamagatzi’ store. You should see the sign from quite far."

God why did things have to be so difficult? He had to admit, things back when they were all nations seemed to make more sense than living as a mortal. Humans, in his mind, were strong people. Nations…powerful as they may be, their lives were sugar-coated in comparison to average people. Nations could withstand pain more. The current gash in Mathias’ arm wouldn’t be as sore if he was still Denmark. He’d dealt with many battle scars in his past, situations where a human would of suffered greatly. Situations where, for example, when he fought with Sweden, after the Kalmar Union, he was fatally wounded. A deep wound puncturing one of his lungs and fracturing a few of his ribs. A human would have had severe health issues after that. He didn’t. Nations had everything sugar-coated. Humans had the raw brunt of it all.

It amazed him how average humans could deal with so much pain and stress in their lives. How could they survive with the looming shadow of death hanging over them, waiting for them to slip up and make the wrong moves? This looming shadow was currently over the two teenagers, enclosing itself around them. Mathias could feel it.

“Lukas please tell me you can make it…”


OOC: Augh sorry for the shortness of this. OTL

[Lukas Bondevik]

"I dunno! I have no fucking clue!!"

Lukas sighed; his patience was starting to wane, just as his tensions were rising. “Mathias, please, you have to calm down,” Pfft, “calm down”. He should take his own God damned advice; it felt like his ribcage was going to explode with the rate his heart was beating at. “There must be a landmark or something you could point out to me.”The blonde stood in the middle of the street, indigo blue eyes glancing about himself frantically, as he waited for the Dane’s reply. Around him, people were continuing their nightly activities. Dammit, if only he knew Japanese, even if it was just the basics; he could ask where the hospital was.

Mathias’ voice suddenly returned through the mobile.

"Lukas! If I give you a general description of the area I'm in, can you come along and look!? I really don't want to move in case...in case Sigurður..."

God dammit. If he mentioned Sigurður one more time, the Norwegian would surely have a panic attack.

Then the Dane started listing landmarks. Snapping himself to attention, Lukas began to look around for one of the listed things. He couldn’t see any signs of a park, but that could be of the position he was at. Looking to his left, he caught sight of a sign with a large, neon red cross. Could that be the pharmacy? It had to be, surely.

The Norwegian jogged towards the pharmacy, still holding the phone to his ear as Mathias explained that there was also a “Daily Yasagami” store near the alleyway he was in with Sigurður. Looking down the street for the shop, Lukas caught sight of the sign; it was hard to read from the distance, but he could still make out the… Romanji (that was what Japan called it, right?) under the kanji, which was quite blurred by the distance and bright lights.

He was close now, he had to be. “Mathias, I’m almost there. I can see the Yasagami sign. I’ll have to hang up, and call the ambulance. I’ll be there in a moment.” He said, and ended the call, before dialing 1-1-9, and holding the mobile to his ear again.

“Konnichiwa?” came a voice, and Norway mentally cursed. Shit. Here’s hoping they knew some English.

“U-um, I’m sorry… English?”

“English? Yes. Do you need the fire service, or ambulance service?”

Lukas sighed in relief. “Ambulance, please!” he said, heading towards the store sign, and looking down each alleyway he came across for a familiar face, as the woman on the line asked for his name and whereabouts.

Whereabouts.

Fuck. Now he had to find out where he was.

Just as he was checking for the name of the streets, he caught sight of a familiar blonde standing next to the bend into another alley. Above him was the street name.

He almost yelled idiot into the receiver, but instead opted for the street name, and just after the woman said the ambulance and paramedics were being sent out, he hung up, shoved his phone into his jacket pocket, and tackled Mathias, enveloping the taller Dane in a tight hug.

[Mathias Karlsen]

“Mathias, I’m almost there. I can see the Yasagami sign. I’ll have to hang up, and call the ambulance. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Oh God. Oh thank God. Everything was going to be alright. Everything was going to turn out fine. Mathias could feel small beads of salty tears forming in his eyes, were these tears of joy or fear or pain? He could not tell. All those emotions seemed to have merged into one. He dropped his mobile onto the ground to used his functioning hand to wipe his eyes. He took long deep breaths a few of them hitching. The Dane placed his hand onto the Icelander’s cheek, smiling shakily.

“Everything is gonna be fine Sigurður. Your bro’s coming for ya, and so are the medics. Just…hold on for…”

He heard someone talking in the distance. A familiar voice of an irate and worried Norwegian. Footsteps came closer and soon Lukas stepped into view. He watched as the violent eyed man shoved his mobile into his pocket and ran towards him. The harsh impact from the hug caused Mathias to grunt. He tried to raise both arms to return the hug, but he had to settle for an awkward one handed one instead, moving his right arm was too painful. “Thank fuck Lukas…t-thank…” now, he couldn’t hold back those feelings. He gripped onto the back of Lukas’ shirt as the flurry of tears began to escape. “F-fuck…if I’d gotten here sooner a-and hadn’t…Sigurður wouldn’t of been…” Shit. He knew he was meant to protect them all, he had promised that, and now…now this had happened. He couldn’t forgive himself for not retaining his promise, silly as it was.

Red and blue lights flashed, and a ear piercing siren screeched. Paramedics called in a mix of Japanese to each other, and English to the three Nordics. Mathias didn’t listen. The whole situation was too much to handle. All he was focused on was the injured boy and his brother, not himself or the Asian’s trying to assist them.

Mathias watched with hazy blue eyes as Sigurður was carried onto the ambulance first, a oxygen mask strapped over his mouth and nose by one paramedic, whilst two others began to examine his wounds. The Dane was taken on next, along side Lukas. Once he was seated someone began to tend to his wound, quickly bandaging it up to stop the bleeding. He shifted closer to the Norwegian, gripping onto his hand for the whole trip.

The whole tension filled trip.

OOC: Oh wow sorry for this looking so small, but, I thought that since we're just going to be moving to the Hospital Thread soon, I'd just do a short transition. c: