a good nordic

“Whistle and his bunny wife had children.” He explained, referring to his docile, placid rabbit. He looked round furtively. “I’m meant to be selling them on the black market, but I don’t trust they’ll go to good homes.”

She stared at him in silence for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. “Good choice.” She bent down slightly to get a closer look at the creature he held. “You can not have something as adorable as this going to a bad home, now could you?”

“You do not have to,” he whispered. “But yeah, agreed.” He smiled as the bunny twitched its ears. “I’d have kept them myself, but my apartment is cramped,” he laughed.

She smiled faintly, petting the small animal in his arms. “I would be more then happy to care for it, if you wanted me to.” She had always had a soft spot for animals, of any sort.

His face lit up. “Really? I would be so thankful. I knew I did the right thing coming to you,” he beamed, stroking the tiny rabbit. “Did you.. Did you grow up with a lot of animals?” He asked.

She nods. “I did. I always love having animals around, or just seeing them around an area or environment. They tend to be much more loyal then people do anyhow.” She chuckled, playing the statement off as if it were a joke.

He widened his eyes, before catching on that he was meant to smile. “Sure.” He paused. “I wish there were animals on my island.” He looked wistful, and he sighed.

“Why are they’re not?” She asked curiously, a small frown on her lips. She had always had some sort of animal companionship, and didn’t really how she’d be without.

“For starters, it is minuscule. There are fish and such in the sea but what I really want are wild rabbits. I think I have a rabbit obsession.” He smiled and his eyes flickered. “I bet in Mongolia there are so many native animals,” he said wistfully.

“There are. Snow Leopards, sheep, Siberian Ibex, Mongolian Saiga, Musk Deer, to list a few…” She hums thoughtfully. “Perhaps you should come visit sometime, see some of the wildlife?”

He smiled widely, toothily. “Aah and they are so cool! Snow leopards..” His voice tailed off as he slipped into a daydreamy reverie. “I think I will have to,” he gladly accepted her odder.

She smiled lightly in response to his expression. “It has been a while since I had someone in my country for anything other then business.”

“Really? But..” He looked surprised. “Do you attend to a lot of business?” He asked, curious.

“I do, it get tedious at times though.” She shrugs with her statement. “And I have been told that apparently I do not make enough time for myself.”

"Oh, you must." He smiled with big eyes. "It's so important." He added, and looked down at where he was stroking the tiny bunny.

“Whistle and his bunny wife had children.” He explained, referring to his docile, placid rabbit. He looked round furtively. “I’m meant to be selling them on the black market, but I don’t trust they’ll go to good homes.”

She stared at him in silence for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. “Good choice.” She bent down slightly to get a closer look at the creature he held. “You can not have something as adorable as this going to a bad home, now could you?”

“You do not have to,” he whispered. “But yeah, agreed.” He smiled as the bunny twitched its ears. “I’d have kept them myself, but my apartment is cramped,” he laughed.

She smiled faintly, petting the small animal in his arms. “I would be more then happy to care for it, if you wanted me to.” She had always had a soft spot for animals, of any sort.

His face lit up. “Really? I would be so thankful. I knew I did the right thing coming to you,” he beamed, stroking the tiny rabbit. “Did you.. Did you grow up with a lot of animals?” He asked.

She nods. “I did. I always love having animals around, or just seeing them around an area or environment. They tend to be much more loyal then people do anyhow.” She chuckled, playing the statement off as if it were a joke.

He widened his eyes, before catching on that he was meant to smile. “Sure.” He paused. “I wish there were animals on my island.” He looked wistful, and he sighed.

“Why are they’re not?” She asked curiously, a small frown on her lips. She had always had some sort of animal companionship, and didn’t really how she’d be without.

“For starters, it is minuscule. There are fish and such in the sea but what I really want are wild rabbits. I think I have a rabbit obsession.” He smiled and his eyes flickered. “I bet in Mongolia there are so many native animals,” he said wistfully.

“There are. Snow Leopards, sheep, Siberian Ibex, Mongolian Saiga, Musk Deer, to list a few…” She hums thoughtfully. “Perhaps you should come visit sometime, see some of the wildlife?”

He smiled widely, toothily. “Aah and they are so cool! Snow leopards..” His voice tailed off as he slipped into a daydreamy reverie. “I think I will have to,” he gladly accepted her odder.

She smiled lightly in response to his expression. “It has been a while since I had someone in my country for anything other then business.”

"Really? But.." He looked surprised. "Do you attend to a lot of business?" He asked, curious.

“Whistle and his bunny wife had children.” He explained, referring to his docile, placid rabbit. He looked round furtively. “I’m meant to be selling them on the black market, but I don’t trust they’ll go to good homes.”

She stared at him in silence for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. “Good choice.” She bent down slightly to get a closer look at the creature he held. “You can not have something as adorable as this going to a bad home, now could you?”

“You do not have to,” he whispered. “But yeah, agreed.” He smiled as the bunny twitched its ears. “I’d have kept them myself, but my apartment is cramped,” he laughed.

She smiled faintly, petting the small animal in his arms. “I would be more then happy to care for it, if you wanted me to.” She had always had a soft spot for animals, of any sort.

His face lit up. “Really? I would be so thankful. I knew I did the right thing coming to you,” he beamed, stroking the tiny rabbit. “Did you.. Did you grow up with a lot of animals?” He asked.

She nods. “I did. I always love having animals around, or just seeing them around an area or environment. They tend to be much more loyal then people do anyhow.” She chuckled, playing the statement off as if it were a joke.

He widened his eyes, before catching on that he was meant to smile. “Sure.” He paused. “I wish there were animals on my island.” He looked wistful, and he sighed.

“Why are they’re not?” She asked curiously, a small frown on her lips. She had always had some sort of animal companionship, and didn’t really how she’d be without.

“For starters, it is minuscule. There are fish and such in the sea but what I really want are wild rabbits. I think I have a rabbit obsession.” He smiled and his eyes flickered. “I bet in Mongolia there are so many native animals,” he said wistfully.

“There are. Snow Leopards, sheep, Siberian Ibex, Mongolian Saiga, Musk Deer, to list a few…” She hums thoughtfully. “Perhaps you should come visit sometime, see some of the wildlife?”

He smiled widely, toothily. "Aah and they are so cool! Snow leopards.." His voice tailed off as he slipped into a daydreamy reverie. "I think I will have to," he gladly accepted her odder.

“Whistle and his bunny wife had children.” He explained, referring to his docile, placid rabbit. He looked round furtively. “I’m meant to be selling them on the black market, but I don’t trust they’ll go to good homes.”

She stared at him in silence for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. “Good choice.” She bent down slightly to get a closer look at the creature he held. “You can not have something as adorable as this going to a bad home, now could you?”

“You do not have to,” he whispered. “But yeah, agreed.” He smiled as the bunny twitched its ears. “I’d have kept them myself, but my apartment is cramped,” he laughed.

She smiled faintly, petting the small animal in his arms. “I would be more then happy to care for it, if you wanted me to.” She had always had a soft spot for animals, of any sort.

His face lit up. “Really? I would be so thankful. I knew I did the right thing coming to you,” he beamed, stroking the tiny rabbit. “Did you.. Did you grow up with a lot of animals?” He asked.

She nods. “I did. I always love having animals around, or just seeing them around an area or environment. They tend to be much more loyal then people do anyhow.” She chuckled, playing the statement off as if it were a joke.

He widened his eyes, before catching on that he was meant to smile. “Sure.” He paused. “I wish there were animals on my island.” He looked wistful, and he sighed.

“Why are they’re not?” She asked curiously, a small frown on her lips. She had always had some sort of animal companionship, and didn’t really how she’d be without.

"For starters, it is minuscule. There are fish and such in the sea but what I really want are wild rabbits. I think I have a rabbit obsession." He smiled and his eyes flickered. "I bet in Mongolia there are so many native animals," he said wistfully.

“Whistle and his bunny wife had children.” He explained, referring to his docile, placid rabbit. He looked round furtively. “I’m meant to be selling them on the black market, but I don’t trust they’ll go to good homes.”

She stared at him in silence for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. “Good choice.” She bent down slightly to get a closer look at the creature he held. “You can not have something as adorable as this going to a bad home, now could you?”

“You do not have to,” he whispered. “But yeah, agreed.” He smiled as the bunny twitched its ears. “I’d have kept them myself, but my apartment is cramped,” he laughed.

She smiled faintly, petting the small animal in his arms. “I would be more then happy to care for it, if you wanted me to.” She had always had a soft spot for animals, of any sort.

His face lit up. “Really? I would be so thankful. I knew I did the right thing coming to you,” he beamed, stroking the tiny rabbit. “Did you.. Did you grow up with a lot of animals?” He asked.

She nods. “I did. I always love having animals around, or just seeing them around an area or environment. They tend to be much more loyal then people do anyhow.” She chuckled, playing the statement off as if it were a joke.

He widened his eyes, before catching on that he was meant to smile. "Sure." He paused. "I wish there were animals on my island." He looked wistful, and he sighed.

“Whistle and his bunny wife had children.” He explained, referring to his docile, placid rabbit. He looked round furtively. “I’m meant to be selling them on the black market, but I don’t trust they’ll go to good homes.”

She stared at him in silence for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. “Good choice.” She bent down slightly to get a closer look at the creature he held. “You can not have something as adorable as this going to a bad home, now could you?”

“You do not have to,” he whispered. “But yeah, agreed.” He smiled as the bunny twitched its ears. “I’d have kept them myself, but my apartment is cramped,” he laughed.

She smiled faintly, petting the small animal in his arms. “I would be more then happy to care for it, if you wanted me to.” She had always had a soft spot for animals, of any sort.

His face lit up. "Really? I would be so thankful. I knew I did the right thing coming to you," he beamed, stroking the tiny rabbit. "Did you.. Did you grow up with a lot of animals?" He asked.

“Whistle and his bunny wife had children.” He explained, referring to his docile, placid rabbit. He looked round furtively. “I’m meant to be selling them on the black market, but I don’t trust they’ll go to good homes.”

She stared at him in silence for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. “Good choice.” She bent down slightly to get a closer look at the creature he held. “You can not have something as adorable as this going to a bad home, now could you?”

"You do not have to," he whispered. "But yeah, agreed." He smiled as the bunny twitched its ears. "I'd have kept them myself, but my apartment is cramped," he laughed.

"Whistle and his bunny wife had children." He explained, referring to his docile, placid rabbit. He looked round furtively. "I'm meant to be selling them on the black market, but I don't trust they'll go to good homes."

Is it any good? Generally I opt for a Colombian blend. Somehow I try to refrain from buying Mr America’s stuff, maybe if I do, he’ll put in a good word for me and I can attend a nation meeting..

It’s okay. I try to get some from the east when I can, but that’s only if I have enough money. And you do realise that you can come with me to any of the meetings, right? Because technically, you’re my son and if Germany gets mad at me about it, I’ll stop letting him come to my house for vacations and free massages.

I can? Are you sure you wouldn’t mind? Sometimes I like to think Germany gets mad for a living. Strange man. What does he give you in return for the massages and vacations?

Yeah, you can. You’re a part of my family, so you get the perk of coming with me. Also I’m pretty sure he does, but not at my house. We talk about pets a lot. Whenever he comes down, he usually gives me money. Aka how I’m still alive.

It always makes me feel fuzzy when you say that, you know. I never realised just how much he likes pets, it is almost an infatuation.

Aww. I should say it more often then. And yes. He really likes pets. Especially dogs. He has a lot of dog stuff.

I can imagine. Somehow I always was led to believe his house was pretty functional and serviceable but he sounds warmer than that. And a dog elitist.