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From that one post, flirted with the other to steal their wallet AU
In case it's not obvious, Ari = Iceland, Nils = Norway
Navy blue tailored suit, polished shoes, brand new briefcase. Oh yeah, this guy was loaded, Ari observed. Strange that he had taken a taxi into town instead of driving his own car. He could probably afford to park it right downtown. The man looked around, orienting himself to the city, squinting at the street signs. Ari plastered on his most charming smile,
perfect
.
“You look lost,” he said smoothly, stepping out in front of the man.
The man tossed his blond hair out of his face and assessed the young man in front of him.
“Yes,” he said in a dull voice, “I suppose I am.”
“Where are you headed? I can help you out.”
“East Ocean Avenue.”
Ari resisted the urge to gawk at the man. East Ocean Avenue was full of designer stores and trendy cafes. So far out of his budget that he didn’t even like to think about it. The guy was even richer than Ari had first assumed.
“I seem to have caught you off guard,” remarked the man with a slight smile.
“It’s not every day you meet someone who doesn’t know where East Osh-Ave is,” Ari countered.
“I suppose you’re right.”
“Well, I can show you where it is anyway, it’s only a couple blocks from here.”
“I would appreciate that greatly.”
They walked down the street, falling into step with one another.
“So, are you here for business or pleasure?”
“Business, I am starting a new job.”
A new job on East Osh-Ave, boy, did I hit the jackpot.
“I’m Ari, by the way.”
“Nils.” They shook hands, Ari held on just a moment longer than was necessary, and the man seemed to reassess him. Good.
“Nice to meet you, Nils.” He batted his eyes at the man.
“Likewise.” He was carefully avoiding Ari’s gaze, which usually meant that his plan was working.
“It must be nice to have a job on East Osh-Ave.”
“Yes, I’m looking forward to it.”
Ari surreptitiously took a step closer to Nils, so that with the next step they bumped shoulders. “Oops, sorry!”
“That’s alright.” Now the man was blushing slightly. Great, things were going well, and they were only half a block away from their destination.
“Well, that’s it right there. East Ocean Avenue.” Ari swept his arms out grandly.
“Thank you for your assistance, Ari.”
“No problem!” He leaned in close to Nils. “It was my pleasure.” The man blushed deeper, but he did not look away. If he had, he would have seen Ari’s hand creeping around to his back pocket. Instead, he saw Ari pull a card out of his own front pocket. “If you ever need someone to show you around the city…” Just a little more. He grabbed onto the man’s wallet and slipped it out of his pocket.
Suddenly, there was a hand around his wrist, gripping it tightly so that he dropped the wallet.
“Ow, what the hell!” he yelled, looking down at Nils’s hand.
“I could ask you the same thing,” replied the man flatly. “Did you really think I was that foolish that you could just bat your pretty eyes at me and steal my money?”
“Ow, okay, I’m sorry! Now will you let go?”
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. You just tried to pick the pocket of the brand new prosecutor.”
“What?” Ari stared at him in shock, and Nils smiled back drily.
“Didn't I mention? My new job is at the courthouse on East Ocean Avenue.”
“There is no courthouse on East Ocean Avenue!”
“There isn’t?” Nils looked thoughtful, and Ari used the opportunity to try to pull his arm back. “Oh, my mistake,” he said lightly, tightening his grip on the boy’s wrist. “It was West Ocean Avenue. Right next to the jail, where you’re going. Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other. Aren’t you excited?”
Ari glared at the man as he pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number. The cellphone alone would have gotten Ari 200 bucks on the street. Damnit, how did this go so wrong?
“Hello, this is Nils…Yes, well I had a situation, and now I’m bringing someone in…Yes, it’s the one you warned me about.”
“God damn it!” Ari yelled, trying once again to pull away. How did a yuppie like Nils have the strength to overpower him?
“Ah, it seems I was able to fool you,” Nils said. “This is a good day for me. I look forward to prosecuting you.”
I can't stop listening to this song, so I wrote some sad NorIce to go along with it. Also, I can't bring myself to proof this right now.
He had fought with Iceland. The younger nation had accused him of neglecting their relationship. They didn't spend enough time together, and he was too distant, geographically and emotionally. Well, the former may have been true, but Norway didn't think the latter was. And to prove it, he had raised his voice, which was a mistake, because Iceland had always detested yelling. What had started out as a lovers' spat quickly escalated into an all-out argument. And they were still brothers, at least in the same sense that Norway, Denmark, and Sweden were brothers, so they knew exactly what to say to hurt each other.
Iceland eventually called him a heartless bastard, and Norway had asked why the younger still loved him if he was so awful. And, well, how else had he expected that to end? So he had set out the next morning, leaving his sobbing lover behind. It's not a break up, he had assured the Icelander. I just need some space to think.
I've ruined everything, Iceland had gasped between tears and apologies. Norway had had nothing to say to that, so he didn't. Personally, he didn't think things were ruined, at least not permanently. But then he had always had an optimistic streak when it came to Iceland.
Maybe I don't love you. The thing is, he knew that wasn't true. It was a lie told in the heat of the moment just to get under his skin. And honestly, running away like this was probably just making things worse. Most people would sleep on the couch for the night, not rent a remote cottage on the sea just to make sure no one would find him. But those words had gotten under his skin, and they continued to dig into him despite the fact that Iceland had immediately retracted them.
They could be very different at times, he and Iceland. Practically opposites. Few people knew that, since they were pretty similar on the outside. Iceland needed continued reassurance that things were okay, whereas Norway needed to be told when they weren't. Iceland exploded in a mess of anger and tears, and Norway usually remained cold and sharp. Iceland needed to be held when he hurt, but Norway just wanted to be left alone. He wasn't sure how they had made it this far. No, that was just a thought he had had on the drive up. Thinking never solves anything.
“Love troubles?” asked the man who owned the cottage when they met to exchange keys and money. He seemed like a nice enough man; his house was nice, at least. He was a retired fisherman by the name of Einar Amundsen. Norway had introduced himself as Børre Nilsen, a name he had never used.
“What makes you say that?” he asked in perfect Bodø dialect.
“Last minute call,” replied the man, “and you show up with a briefcase. You’re clearly not escaping work.”
Norway shrugged. He had work that could not be ignored but could be completed in Bodø just as well as any place. Perhaps that’s where Iceland frustration had come from; he’d drive nine and a half hours to escape a fight with his lover, but he wouldn’t separate from his work. Maybe he really was a heartless bastard.
“Well, whatever it is, the sea will help.”
Norway nodded. “It usually does. Thanks again.”
“I hope everything works out.”
After Einar had left, Norway went inside and made a pot of coffee. He poured himself a cup and took it outside. He sipped it slowly, savoring the heavy, bitter taste, and looked out over the water. He closed his eyes when a cool breeze blew his hair into his face. Smelled the salt, listened to the waves rolling gently onto the rocks. What am I doing here? Why did I go so far to make sure he couldn’t find me? I’m punishing him, and he doesn’t deserve that. He turned on his phone and found no messages. Unsure how to feel about that, he dialed Iceland’s number.
“Hello?” Iceland answered sleepily, his voice rough from…Well, it shouldn’t surprise Norway that he had been crying, but it certainly sent a sharp icicle through his heart.
“Hello, I love you.”
“Norway? Oh, thank God.” Iceland sounded so relieved, that the other nation couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m sorry I left like that.”
“It’s fine, where are you now?”
“Bodø.”
Silence for several seconds.
“I don’t think I heard you properly,” Iceland said slowly. “Where are you?”
“I’m in Bodø.”
“Bodø.”
“Yes.”
Iceland sighed heavily. “Shit, Norway, if you wanted to be away from me that badly, I could have just gone home.”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“Just…What on Earth are you doing all the way up there?”
“I…wanted to see the sea.”
“The sea.”
“Yes.”
“Maybe I should just go back home early. I have some work I need to do.”
“Wait, Ice. Why don’t you come up here?”
“Nor, I don’t have a car, and I’m not sitting on a bus for ten hours. I’d rather be on a plane for two.”
“Iceland, I’m sorry.”
“I know.” Silence, and then another sigh from the other side. “Look, I know you need space right now, so I’ll leave. Don’t worry about me. Just…enjoy Bodø and the sea, alright?”
“Alright.”
A couple of hours later, Norway had the vague feeling that Iceland was leaving his country. He sighed heavily, looking out at the sea. Maybe some time apart would be good, and Iceland hadn’t seemed too upset by how far Norway had gone. But then again, Norway had always been optimistic when it came to Iceland.
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