⠀. ݁ ‍ —— ‍ ₘᵣₛ. ‍ 𝑺ᥫ᭡ꪶ𝙀𝒊ℓ!

it's been you and me since before i was "me"

⠀ ⠀𓂋 ׅ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀⠀ `· . CBAG: Across the Ocean

So, he answered the call, and the cadence of his voice changed almost in an instant—charming and lovely, the true epitome of a gentleman. Alfred didn't even bother to ruin the mood alongside his brother, he just smiled like he was proud. 

Well, he was. But he cannot explode so recklessly about it. 

Maybe after the call, he would, for he gives just a smile for now, because he doesn't have the heart to laugh out loud when he knows very well that the Françoise asks for a good impression.

“Ah, good... afternoon, love—”

Love?!

“Wait, uhm,” He stuttered for a bit before collecting his voice again with laughter. The other person, presumably and is most definitely Françoise, responded with laughter herself. 

“My apologies, I said the wrong thing! Françoise! Françoise!”

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Don't rest your head

I'll be the pillow and I'll be the bed

Holdin' your dreams as you lie to rest

Evangeline

⠀☆ ○⠀​⠀0704 || HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!

America "Alfred F. Jones" — GFX

There he was, the courageous Alfred F. Jones, barely steadying himself

—down on one knee.

“...will you marry me?”

Their breaths hitched—it was hard to identify who had the throat that couldn't reply the most.

And yet, despite the strength of this proposal to freeze him, the warmth of the sun still prevails. This frozen silence was broken by none other than the one who gave silence to Alfred's therefore noisy life.

“Yes,” gently, his blossoming lips replied.

"I'd love to— yes, Alfred!"

“...Right there. Please, I want you to keep smiling like that for me,” Kiku requested as he took out his phone—he wanted to take a picture then. Like a child following orders, Alfred's smile felt like it reached his ears, before it relaxed and stayed through the sound of laughter.

Click!

“Hey, now… I didn't ask for a picture!”

However, his face never gave any disapproval. Just simple, pure confidence.

“But what's more important is how I look! Tell me, do I look good?”

“Of course,”

Shyly and steadily, he followed more to his words—his eyes barely focusing on the image on the phone, rather on the muse that is his beloved. “Handsome, as always.”

— In White, I Propose Longevity

Aš tave myliu

Would you kill me, Jerusalem?

Kill me, Jerusalem

Kill me, Jerusalem

Kill me, Jerusalem

Go on,

⠀⠀ kill me.

⠀𓂋 ׅ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀ `· . “Mies oli orja omassa talossaan, vieras omalla maallaan." — Räikkö Räähkä, Eino Leino ──── ────

“At best, die a martyr celebrated as one who kept him and his people alive even when Pesta wanted and knocked at your door, for I, knowing my wisdom, say that a beloved Tino bears the deserving dignity for adoration—not just in my heart, but properly, like his land.” 

“In all its simplicity, I know your soul should and will live on. So, for your sake, keep it alive, try your best.”

Tino nodded in approval, the action slow and reverent in this soft, enlightened sensation—all consciousness faded on the current standing he takes until all that was left was the sound of his heartbeat, before he placed his lips to the Earl's skin.

There, his fingers graced a feather-light peck from the Grand Duke's lips that went with the wind.

“Yes,” he said, amethyst eyes meeting Lukas' lapis. “I will treasure what you have told me. Your order...”

“... our wish is engraved in my heart to fulfill.”

 ˛ ❅﹏ ⠀ 𓊆ㅤ Two Men, One Scandinaviaㅤ𓊇﹔ Finland/Tino Väinämöinen. ── Norway/Lukas Bondevik.

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⠀𓂋 ׅ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀ `· .

I would not grieve much, I would grieve more, when there are brave men alive, the house is full of swordsmen, the boats here are full of men, the thresholds are helmeted, the steps are even knee-deep; no spear of revenge rises, the lightning of the fairy sky.

— Eino Leino

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 ˛ ❅﹏ ⠀ 𓊆ㅤ Two Men, One Scandinaviaㅤ𓊇﹔ Finland/Tino Väinämöinen.

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⠀𓂋 ׅ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀ `· .

I'll be sorry for the 'us' of the future, for the Emil of the future, that because of change and the court working with one another, for what we should have became a luxury that is permanently taken away from us.

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 ˛ ❅﹏ ⠀ 𓊆ㅤ Two Men, One Scandinaviaㅤ𓊇﹔ Iceland/Emil Steilsson. ── Norway/Lukas Bondevik.

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⠀𓂋 ׅ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀ `· . “Maan on petturi pimento, oman kansan kahlitsija.” — Tumma, Eino Leino ──── ────

Every day, the private courtroom shared between the Duke, the Chancellor, and the silver-fisted Commander creates twice as much dispute as the primary, public court. 

Tino Väinämöinen could make tea to calm the soul and hand it over to the two dangerous men before him; each brewed tea's effects do not linger—rather, the heat potentially heats the atmosphere surrounding them, or it keeps the tension still. Nonetheless, what was clear was that it never shattered once.

The Chancellor's eyes narrowed at his words, but his rival paid no budge, nor did he hand him a startle. In fact, he stared in return, his own eyes standing a challenge without any hesitation.

“Your decision will become a treacherous hike, not just for a fragile boy, but even for a man like you.”

The Chancellor would narrow his eyes further.

“I will not be the man who will fund your suicide mission.”

 ˛ ❅﹏ ⠀ 𓊆ㅤ Two Men, One Scandinaviaㅤ𓊇﹔ Sweden/Berwald Oxenstierna.

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⠀𓂋 ׅ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀ `· . "Parempi pirstaleina kankahalla kuin kurjana, tomuna maassa. — Ylermi, Eino Leino ──── ────

Outside the chamber, it requested one to be civil, whether it may be a place that the Grand Duke could or could not reach—the courtroom. However, there is a requirement that stays; it was still a prime witness to every unspoken war that Commander Matthias Christensen and Chancellor Berwald Oxenstierna would share, like something attached to their routine.

“Oxenstierna, tell me—do I need to make your bones cry and shiver, or your heart to die over a stamp? For I know that I wield a blade, and I know MUCH better that I can either slit your throat—”

Suddenly, the atmosphere took a turn for the impending worst. 

All manic, unnecessarily flowing through the Commander's psyche to be flashed as an undeniable drive to the desire pouring out through his unbothered and utterly obsessive expression. 

“Or I'll slit the Grand Duke's! Maybe that'll help you make a face, wouldn't it!?”

Without any time to comprehend the sudden flow of the heated moment, the commander unsheathed his blade in speeds seemingly faster than comprehensible light—escalating the already burning tension to greater heights. 

 ˛ ❅﹏ ⠀ 𓊆ㅤ Two Men, One Scandinaviaㅤ𓊇﹔ Denmark/Matthias Christensen.

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