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[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

[he glances away for a moment, considering what to say. he looks back towards the camera, then crosses his arms across his chest.]

Mm, strange. [another pause. looking for familiar faces would probably be a good start, right?] Ain't seen an'one else 'ere. If yer 'round, lemme know.

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[modersvea.livejournal.com]

[She's seen this expression before...]

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

[funny, he's thinking the same thing right now.]

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

[She cannot connect it to any face that she can remember, though. The only this that she knows that it wasn't here.]

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

Ya got somethin' t' say?

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

Wh're are you from?

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

Sweden.

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

[Not one of her former bosses, but maybe a nobleman or a peasant or soldier that she had talked to sometimes...]

What year?

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

[bit of an odd thing to ask.] Two thous'nd 'nd 'leven.

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

[Okay this does not work. If he is ffrom the future, she cannot know him from back home.]

Your n'me?

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

Berwald Oxenstierna. You?

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

[This should not be possible - on the other hand that male Denmark expected "Sweden" to be male... Well. One way to find out, she can always claim that she though he was asking for her home country if her guess was wrong.]

Sweden.

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

[looong pause, then he frowns deeper.] How?

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

I was born th't way.

[She's trying to put together an answer to that question. It is haaaard....]

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

Makes two 'f us.

[modersvea.livejournal.com]

I m't your Denmark.

[notdusk.livejournal.com]

[Wow, he sounds.. and looks.. very familiar. Dawn waves.]

Um, yes, hello. Are you familiar with Miss Bengta?

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

[ he looks thoughtful for a moment, then shakes his head.] No.

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

[ Man this guy looks super lame--oh he must be a Swede. And the losery way he talks, clearly a Swede!!

Wait, maybe too familiar a Swede. ]

Name?

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

Berwald Oxenstierna.

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

[ The last name is definitely familiar to her, and she's already met a male Denmark and Iceland, so.... ]

Sweden. Right?

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

[blink.] Mm, right.

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

So recognize the other halfa your union. [ She assumes he's from the same time as her. ]

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

...union?

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

Union.

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

[he wonders for a moment if she means the european union, but she said she was half of their supposed union...] Don't rec'gnize ya. Sorry.

[askemadam.livejournal.com]

Your sister. [ She is going to be difficult on purpose this is what their union is like. ]

The one ya forced into it.

[furrociously.livejournal.com]

text.

[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

Sweden, you got ugly.