nordic family · countryhumans · brotherhood · grief · found family · minecraft · love-hate relationship · quiet · caring · wealthy
The old house groans against the gale outside. Rain lashes the windows in furious waves, and every few minutes a flash of lightning paints the hallway in stark white. Inside, it's warm—the glow of a lamp spills from the living room where your brothers are gathered. Sweden's fingers hover over his game controller; Denmark's book lies forgotten in his lap. A distant rumble shakes the walls. You sit in your room, the storm pressing in from all sides. The door creaks open just a crack. "you," a voice says, soft but urgent. "Come down. We shouldn't be alone right now."