stormaktstiden | The SSSS and the Nordics crossover meme

The SSSS and the Nordics crossover meme

So 90 years after our time, the known world has kind of shrunk.

But a few nations are still around. And maybe those nations still being around can be taken a little more literally than we thought...

This is a meme for characters from Stand Still. Stay Silent, Hetalia, Nyotalia, Scandinavia and the World and really any Nordic (and Estonian) character is welcome! Just post in and tag out!

Setting
1. The world of Stand Still. Stay Silent. in a safe area.
2. A generic postapocalyptic jamjar in a destroyed city.
3. The world of Stand Still. Stay Silent out in the Silent World.
4. Year 1 before the virus.
5. Viking times.
6. A generic spaceship jamjar.
7. Mayfield/Holly Heights/etc: A perfect American 50ies town with forced co-rooming jamjar.
8. Year 1 after the virus.
9. Something else.

What happens?
1. Hug.
2. Stargaze.
3. Trapped.
4. Random scenario.
5. Texts from last night.
6. Ask me about my ___
7. Anything else.

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[Okay, are they hugging now? They are hugging. Apparently there is hugging.

Finland's not entirely sure what to make of this new development. On the one hand Sweden is hugging him and he's strong and warm and safe and there's something familiar and homely about this and... there was meant to be another hand, wasn't there?

Slowly, he starts to relax from his initial tenseness, after a moment even reaching up to awkwardly pat Sweden on the arm. Then he carefully extracts himself and glances up at Sweden, as though he might read what's going on in his face.]

Did something happen?

[Yes, they're hugging now. ...They'll be hugging for a while, if Sweden has any say here.

...He doesn't, and while he lets Finland go when he extracts himself, he makes a very sad Swedenface at it. Which, to be fair, isn't very different form any other Swedenface.]

's been a while. [A couple of months shouldn't feel long for a nation, but here, they really do.

...Finland is right, though, they should get out of the open space, and so he takes another reluctant step away and nods to the place where he stood. There's a tiny night shelter above the entrance where the guards can stand in case of rain.]

[Why is Sweden's face. Finland looks away, hoping he's not being too obvious, trying to take in where they are. But really, suspicion is growing. Why a ruined city? They shouldn't be here. Sweden should know better than to avoid the cities. And how did he get here at all? Did the boat sink?] Well, you know how it is in the summer! There's always so much to do, even if it'd probably be easier to travel. [At least talking comes naturally to him, as he nods to Sweden to lead the way. At least he's leading him to what appears to be a vantage point. Perhaps Finland will be able to work out where they are from there.] I have my people to worry about, and you and Nor and Den have all your cleansing.

[He hops up the rubble, sure footed as a goat, confident in himself and his body as he hasn't been since he was a child. There's an odd mix to him - clothed in old fashioned materials, but in a slightly unfamiliar style, and then his rifle as well. At the top, he peers out, frown finally showing.] Is this the Silent World? How did we end up here?

[...Okay, none of that really makes much sense to him, and he thinks on what that means while he climbs up and leads Finland to the shelter. He'll dig out a flask of tea and pour Finland a cup before stepping back out of the shelter to offer the fellow nation the only seat in it - a battered but still stable chair.]

Th's isn't Earth.

[Unfortunately, Finland doesn't notice Sweden's kindness, too wrapped up in the view to look back at him. All right, it doesn't look like any of his cities; they tend to have a familiarity to them even when he can't remember what they're called, but this has to be one of Sweden's, right? And he's only seen a few of them.

...Still, they seemed oddly familiar too, if not in the same way as his own did. Norway, then? Or Denmark or... whatever is beyond the sea to the south. Whoever.]

Are you sure? `It looks like the Silent World. We might just be too far south. [He frowns, turning back to Sweden.] How're going to get back hom-- oh, is that for me? [It doesn't matter what drink it is, Finland's suddenly aware that he's thirsty. But Sweden can have the chair. He's too on edge to sit.]

[Well, then neither gets the chair.

Because Sweden will lean against the shelter instead, one shoulder touching the rough surface, and watch Finland (stand there and look and then drink).]

Y's.

[But he shakes his head at the Silent World and looks out over the plains.] 's called Osgiliath. 's on another planet. [He pauses again and turns his head very quickly, raising a hand for Finland to freeze before very, very slowly and quietly raising a rifle-like weapon by his side and pointing it at the head of the zombie that is slowly but surely headed for them. The shot is silent, the phaser's light only showing where it meets the zombie's throat and burns through the dead flesh, severing head from body.

He doesn't lower his arm as the creature folds, waiting if more will follow. They usually come in packs.]

Osgiliath? [Sorry, Sweden, but Finland sounds a bit disbelieving. But he doesn't take his eyes off the world in front of them - not until Sweden holds up his hand for Finland to pause. He trusts his neighbour enough to obey, waiting for the shot before he turns to see what Sweden was shooting at, if he was even shooting? He's torn between wanting to get a closer look at that gun and whatever it was that Sweden shot.]

I've never seen a troll that humanoid before! [But he unshoulders his own weapon, since Sweden is clearly still on edge, sharp eyes scanning the horizon.]

[Finland gets a surprised look at that.] 's a zombie. 'll be more, likely

[Trolls are ...well. Things that stories are told about or Norway befriends, depending on context.] There's no trolls h're. [He doesn't take his eyes off the surroundings for more than a second though, so he doesn't notice that Finland got his own rifle ready, only feels the movement next to him and reaches over with his free hand, meaning to keep Finland by the shoulder and finding his chest instead. Close enough, he'll lay a hand flatly against it, symbolically holding the shorter man back.]

[Finland's frown grows deeper. There's too much going on here and he needs a better explanation, but they need to deal with the danger first.]

I can reveal them, but I don't know how they'll respond to it.

How?

[They will come forward eventually, if they are there. Zombies are in a way his favourite and least favourite beasts at the same time - they are fairly easy to spot and fairly easy to battle due to their lack of intelligence or even any thinking at all if you have the right equipment, but at the same time they look human and their bite can turn people.]

A spell, of course. [Finland gives Sweden a quizzical glance. Not that he relies on them for everything, but in this sort of situation it's the most obvious way. He frowns upwards.]

If I call on the sun, she might help us. [He says, thoughtfully, already puzzling out what prayer he might use.]

[For a moment, he is caught between scolding Finland (you cannot do that, you know my king has forbidden it, because the new religion that we have thinks of it as bad and witchcraft and bestowed by the devil) and telling him no for another reason (if Finland draws the sun out now, the ground will quickly become too hot so that no scavengers will be able to head out anymore).

What he does in the end is shake his head.] They'll come w'thout prompting.

[...and now that he looks properly, Finland really does look older. He can't tell how much with the bad lightening, but there is an age there that wasn't there before.] W' wait.

[Looking up at Sweden, Finland tries (and fails) to read his expression, so gives in and shrugs, leaning back against the makeshift tower wall.] Tell me about where we are, then, and how we got here.

There's a "machine" in the ground that drags people here from many worlds and times. W' think it's not supposed t' do that, 't's just broken.

[That was a lot. And pretty much all that is known about how they are brought here, so... He can stop there. The "where we are" he already answered, but there is something else that needs to be talked about, better sooner than later, and that is more of a "when we are" issue.] What's yer year?

... You mean this really is another world? [There's a touch of panic in Finland's voice, as he swings round to face Sweden again, forgetting about watching for zombies.] That's no good! I need to get home! I can't leave people now! Or any time really. I really need to get home! Aren't you worried about your people too?

They're working on the Machine. [He'd like to help with it, but he really is very far from having any idea about the technology that it was build with - sure, even people that are from the future have the same issue, but they're at least a bit closer than him. He's learning, though.

And of course he wants to return home as quickly as possible, but it just isn't an option right now. There's really only one thing that he can do right now:]

T' find a way home w' need t' survive. [It's said with a grim expression (so, really not much change, but the infection of his voice is a touch darker) and a light shrug of his shoulders. There's really not much else that can be done.]

[Finland scrutinises Sweden's face, looking for sincerity, any sign that this might all be an elaborate lie. And then he sets his face into a grim smile.] I'm good at surviving.

Yer from my future. [This might appear like a non-sequitur, but it isn't really. Because Finland has clearly survived at least a couple of centuries longer than Sweden himself at the point that he is from.]

Can that happen? [Finland looks at Sweden, obviously looking him up and down. Does he look a little younger? Maybe a little less worn. The rifle is distracting - but it can't be...] Is that rifle old world technology? [Excitement flares.] Are you from before the virus struck? But you look just like my Sweden!

[He does look a bit younger - one or two human years, perhaps. He hasn't really aged much after his last growth spurt in the 17th century, of which he just reached the end.

And. WHAT VIRUS that sounds really ominous in a terrible way.]

Virus? [He had to shake his head at the question about the rifle, though, phasers really are nothing that exists where he's from.]

[Well, then, he has to be from before it. No one else would not know about it. Finland's eyes light up and he swings his rifle back onto his shoulder so he can clutch Sweden's arms, staring up at him with stars in his eyes.]

You are from before it! You have to tell me everything! Were there really cars everywhere? And electricity? There were more Nations too, weren't there, more than just us and Eesti and Nor and Den and Ice, of course, lots of us? Do you know them? And there was a different religion, not your Old Gods, or mine, but something else. I've seen the churches, you know, out in the old cities. They were huge, some of them! Trolls tend to gather there so I've not really been inside, but I think I can remember a bit.

[So much for keeping an eye out for more zombies. But so much lost knowledge! Finland manages to put a hold on his tongue so that Sweden can speak, staring at him expectantly.]

Y' don't remember?

[Sorry, there are no answers forthcoming, only a shocked stare. What has to happen for a nation to wipe their memory this completely? What happened to Finland? Why did he not protect him...]

Obviously not, not when no one does. Not my people, or yours or you or anyone else. [Impatiently, rather than rudely. Why is Sweden not telling him everything! Never mind that finland has 't done a very good job of answering Sweden's questions so far.[]

I guess Denmark knows the most of all of us, but I barely get the chance to see him these days.

Why did y' forget?

[Sure enough, there are zombies coming around the corner in the distance, but he's too shocked by a nation forgetting their past that completely to notice.]

I suppose survival became more important than preserving the past. We've lost most of it, anyway, and the cities from before are really dangerous now because of the trolls. A few books survived, and some of the useful technology, but is it really surprising I can't remember more than the sum of my people's knowledge?

[It's been a long time since something managed to sneak up on Finland, though. As he finishes speaking, he turns a little and lifts his rifle, shooting past Sweden's side with deadly accuracy. The shot rings out, and before the echoes have even faded he's reloaded and aiming again. Two down.]

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