And Then They All Fall Down *A Dark Hetaila RP* (Accepting)

[JaclyntheAristocrat]

Netherlands nodded and sighed, "Alright. I'll see you later then." He hung up and placed the phone back. He tapped his fingers on the armrest, his green eyes deep in thought.

[HajiBaby]

"He sounded upset." Sweden mused quietly, to no one in particular, still rubbing his knee. He removed his glasses, cleaning the lenses, then put them back on. Denmark started screaming again, and Sweden frowned, stomping on the floor with his good leg in a message to shut up.

[JaclyntheAristocrat]

Netherlands chuckled, "Hmm..." He winced at the sudden noise of screaming, his ears basically shot by the new weapon he tested. He rubbed his temples, huffing as he found no relief.

[HajiBaby]

"Sorry." Sweden apologized. "Do you wan' some ibuprofen?" he asked, getting up. He let his crutches lean against the couch and instead limped back towards the kitchen. It hurt, but those things were annoying. The Swede huffed, and put his hand on the wall for stability, leaning more and more to his right.

[JaclyntheAristocrat]

Netherlands shook his head, "No need to apologize." He stood up and smiled slightly, "Here let me get it. I've troubled you enough with a angry Germany." He said.

[HajiBaby]

Sweden nodded, pointing to the cupboard where all his various medications were kept. The bottle of painkillers was on the top, and he let Netherlands get it, quietly glaring at his radiation meds and antiboitics he was still on since he had gotten bombed by the German Netherlands had befriended.



Germany drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, clenching his jaw as he ground his teeth together.

[JaclyntheAristocrat]

Netherlands reached for the bottle and unscrewed the cap. He popped two tablets into his mouth, forcing himself to swallow the horrible tasting pills. He placed the bottle back and nodded, "Thank you."

[HajiBaby]

"No problem." Sweden insisted, the turned his head in the direction of his front door, which suddenly wasn't there anymore. Germany had apparently driven up sometime, and was huffing as he stood in the doorway. He glowered at Sweden, who glared back. Vladimir had skittered in ahead of the angry German, hiding behind his owner in the kitchen. Sweden petted the horse, and looked at Germany.


Germany ranted in his native tongue for a moment, stomping up to the nordic and his horse. He wasn't a happy camper, and Sweden continued to give him his classic deathglare while Germany nearly lost his voice pronouncing his throaty rant.

[JaclyntheAristocrat]

Netherlands nodded and looked at the German who was suddenly there. The loud ranting made the ringing in his ears come fullblast. He laid a hand on Germany's shoulder, "It's alright, Germany."

[HajiBaby]

Germany didn't shut up until Netherlands put a hand on his shoulder, Sweden was squinting at both of them, his cowering draft behind him.

"Im sorry." he suddenly said, having been glaring at them intently for what seemed to be the longest.