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[Fanfic] Finality
Title: Finality
Author/Artist: Ccroquette
Prompt: Norway, Sweden - the way back [1900s]
Other characters: None
Rating: G
Content notes: None
Summary: Sometimes it's the end.
Norway clicks the briefcase shut with a certain finality, and checks that he hasn’t left anything behind. His papers are all in order, and this on the desk in front of him is the last.
This is the last.
A dissolution of union, written in over-formal stately language, and waiting to be signed. His government has already signed one, of course, but nations have protocols all their own and this isn’t a revolution. This isn’t independence won in blood and death and glory and ripped from the conquering jaws of an overbearing empire.
This is civilized, and he will do it right.
He remembers when they all were together, one horribly dysfunctional family living a misguided attempt at something bigger under one unstable roof. All together, and now… separate, all, or heading that way, and no one thinks of union anymore.
How times have changed.
He gathers his briefcase, and takes in hand the papers - a copy, for each of them, and when he leaves the room it’s not a king he’s looking for but a nation. Sweden. Norway leaves the room and heads into the study and finds that Sweden’s waiting.
He’s waiting for him, he knows what’s coming, but otherwise there’s nothing to mark the moment - he might be waiting for him for any other thing, on any other day than this. Even the look on his face is little moved from its usual impenetrable scowl.
He’s not really one for ceremony.
Norway sets the papers down and signs them - and if he wanted to put an end to this even sooner he could have brought it already signed but that’s not the way things are done, even now, and let anyone try to say that he hasn’t done this by the book - and Sweden signs them after, and he says nothing, which is a bit severe even for him. No matter.
It is done.
Norway takes his copy and places it in his briefcase, and Sweden leaves his on the desk, and Norway can’t tell what he’s thinking as he stares at it but he can never tell what he’s thinking otherwise, and that probably goes a long way toward explaining why this hasn’t worked out.
Why it can’t work out.
There’s silence, and it light of that he finds that he can’t linger, so he gathers his briefcase up and makes to leave. There’s silence, still, as he leaves the room, and Sweden doesn’t follow. Norway pulls on his coat and hat and doesn’t linger, either, as he leaves the house, though he knows he has no plans for a return. He isn’t sure what happens now, or where this goes from here. It’s his own path to follow, though, all his.
He doesn’t know if he’ll have anything to say the next time that he sees him.
He would say there’s no way back, after what’s been done, but he’s been around for far too long to speak in absolutes.
If there is one, though, he will not tread it first.
Author/Artist: Ccroquette
Prompt: Norway, Sweden - the way back [1900s]
Other characters: None
Rating: G
Content notes: None
Summary: Sometimes it's the end.
Norway clicks the briefcase shut with a certain finality, and checks that he hasn’t left anything behind. His papers are all in order, and this on the desk in front of him is the last.
This is the last.
A dissolution of union, written in over-formal stately language, and waiting to be signed. His government has already signed one, of course, but nations have protocols all their own and this isn’t a revolution. This isn’t independence won in blood and death and glory and ripped from the conquering jaws of an overbearing empire.
This is civilized, and he will do it right.
He remembers when they all were together, one horribly dysfunctional family living a misguided attempt at something bigger under one unstable roof. All together, and now… separate, all, or heading that way, and no one thinks of union anymore.
How times have changed.
He gathers his briefcase, and takes in hand the papers - a copy, for each of them, and when he leaves the room it’s not a king he’s looking for but a nation. Sweden. Norway leaves the room and heads into the study and finds that Sweden’s waiting.
He’s waiting for him, he knows what’s coming, but otherwise there’s nothing to mark the moment - he might be waiting for him for any other thing, on any other day than this. Even the look on his face is little moved from its usual impenetrable scowl.
He’s not really one for ceremony.
Norway sets the papers down and signs them - and if he wanted to put an end to this even sooner he could have brought it already signed but that’s not the way things are done, even now, and let anyone try to say that he hasn’t done this by the book - and Sweden signs them after, and he says nothing, which is a bit severe even for him. No matter.
It is done.
Norway takes his copy and places it in his briefcase, and Sweden leaves his on the desk, and Norway can’t tell what he’s thinking as he stares at it but he can never tell what he’s thinking otherwise, and that probably goes a long way toward explaining why this hasn’t worked out.
Why it can’t work out.
There’s silence, and it light of that he finds that he can’t linger, so he gathers his briefcase up and makes to leave. There’s silence, still, as he leaves the room, and Sweden doesn’t follow. Norway pulls on his coat and hat and doesn’t linger, either, as he leaves the house, though he knows he has no plans for a return. He isn’t sure what happens now, or where this goes from here. It’s his own path to follow, though, all his.
He doesn’t know if he’ll have anything to say the next time that he sees him.
He would say there’s no way back, after what’s been done, but he’s been around for far too long to speak in absolutes.
If there is one, though, he will not tread it first.
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"and Sweden signs them after, and he says nothing, which is a bit severe even for him." - I love this. That subtle hinting that maybe things aren't sitting quite right with Sweden, here.
And the ending notes were simply perfect. :)a
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