the outdoors, and has decided to go out hiking while the weather still allows it. It's too bad no one wanted to go with him... but as long

as he gets to go outside, he's fine with that!~ He still wonders vaguely though, if anyone else is out here...

how he couldn't have heard the nation stumbling through the woods before. Okay, so maybe it wasn't really stumbling, but it certainly

sounded like it. With a small sigh, Lukas turned on his heel, trying to get away before Alfred could notice him. Dealing with others wasn't

high on his list of things to do.

just totally found a rock shaped like a snail, and has now been officially wooed by it! He's definitely going to keep this! Tucking it into

his pocket, he continues to advance, wondering if he just imagined that small rustling of the leaves... Oooh, what if it was the Loch Ness

monster or something? That would have been awesome!

it when his body decides gravity is a force that it's all too willing too meet. Of course, he usually only thinks so when he already flat on

his face in the mud, but when a large branch cracks loudly from the impact of his weight, that usually makes things that much worse. It

didn't help that he could swear he heard the tree elves laughing at him.

visibly pauses upon hearing that crack; he might not be the sharpest tool in the box, but when it comes to hearing and seeing, war has, of

course, made those senses impeccably keen. Blinking up at the noise, he approaches wherever the sound came from, looking up at it and

seeing just a bunch of leaves. "Yo', someone up there?"

winced slightly, aware that he most certainly could not get away unnoticed now. Instead, he picked himself up of the ground, brushing off

some dirt on his clothes, before glancing at Alfred. "I don't believe anyone is up in the tree, but on the ground there certainly is."

blinks as the other figure makes itself known, and a grin bursts on his face when he realizes that no, it's not some sort of bear (though

the Loch Ness part would have been really cool). Though for some reason, he couldn't quite place a name... "Yeah, you're right!" He

chuckles. "You're a nation, right?"

raises an eyebrow, slightly befuddled as to why the other nation was grinning. He frowned at the question. "Isn't it obvious?" He avoided

directly answering the question, though, instead humming lightly in though. "US of A, right?"

now definitely more than proud that he has been recognized... but then again, who wouldn't have recognized him... unless a person was living

under a rock, or something of the sort? "Yup, totally, dude! You are now basking in the presence of awesome!" He leans forward to take

a closer look, head tilting to try to fit a name to the face. "Mm.. you're one of those guys up north in Europe, right...? One of 'em...

what're you called, Nordics?"

frowned slightly, running the sentence over in his head. "Right, if something awesome were to be the type to use an adjective as a noun."

also stepped back, creating more space between them as Alfred leaned forward. "Yes, I'm a Nordic." He didn't elaborate, leaving it to the

other nation to try and figure out which one, although he was pretty sure if Alfred said Sweden or, god forbid, Denmark, he'd sic the forest

trolls on him.

just sort of blinks at him, his words flying over his head in his failed attempt to try and make sense of them... ah, well, that much p

probably* didn't matter, right?~ What's more important is the guessing game they're playing! "Okay... so..." He goes through a mental map in

lieu of the situation, and can't seem to locate any "Nordics" on the US map, so... he'll go for memory. "You're shorter than the rest... so

I'll take it you're either that Iceland or Norway kid, yeah?~"

blanched at the man's reasoning before bristling ever-so-slightly as the words settled in. "Excuse me, but I am not that short. Besides,

Finland is shorter than either of us."

just blatantly ignores that comment, trying to decide which of the two names he'd mentioned was the right one. It was fifty-fifty chance

after all... "Uh... Okay, you're... Norway! Final answer!" Oh yes, he'd definitely watched Who Wants To Be A Millionaire more than a few

times.

rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to make a phone call, or even ask for a hint?" Yes, even

Lukas knew about game shows. Plus, it would be intriguing to see whether or not the American would change his mind after the seed of doubt

planted.

blanches a little at that; so he knew how to play the game! He pouts, trying to rethink his decision, but then again, he's already said

"final" answer so... "Yeah, I'm sure! I can't back out now!" He jumps up and down a little excitedly. "So, so? Do I get a prize? Did I

win?~"

snorted, shaking his head. "And why should I tell you if you're right or not?" He kept his blank eyes on the American, raising an eyebrow.

"There's not exactly any benefits in having you know. In fact, it's probably easier not to."

shrugs. He did make a good point... "Well... 'coz it'd just make it easier for both of us, yeah?~ Ya' don't have ta' tell me though!" He

nods enthusiastically. "If ya' want, I'll just call you Shortie and we can live with that! It's no loss to me either way!~"

couldn't help the scowl that flitted over his expression. "Shortie? That's completely original. Aren't American's supposed to be creative?"

With a small huff, he directed his dull eyes away from Alfred, his tone becoming bored. "Fine. I admit that you're right."

"I thought that was creative!" Alright, maybe not so much, but he could have really come up with much, much worse. But at the

confirmation, he grins. "Awesome!~ So you're Norway..." He pauses. "'Kay, I'll call ya' Nor!" Slapping him on the back roughly as a friendly

gesture, he questions, "So what'cha doing out here by yourself? Ya' into hiking and stuff?"

rolls his eyes again. "That was the furthest thing from creative you could possibly get." With a wince, he

blinked slowly at the other nation. "You will either call me Norway or Lukas. Not some ridiculous nickname." He paused for a moment,

considering the question, the shrugged. "Hiking is good to do from time to time. Keeps your brain from combusting."

"It totally is creative! Coming from me, you should be totally glad I even came up with something remotely cool!" He pouts a little,

before laughing and patting the other on the head. "Nah, Nor is fine! Besides, it's shorter and more awesome! .... Eh?" He stares at the

other, blinking uncomprehendingly, before both hands shoot up to protect his head. "Really?! Wow, I didn't know that! I should get some of

my peeps to hike more, then! Good thing I'm safe, huh?"

considers pointing out that it isn't remotely cool, but decides it isn't worth the trouble. He scowled slightly at the patting, smacking the

other nation's hand away. "Nor is not fine." He snorted at the man's comment, though. "I don't think anything can save you from a fate that

already happened."

beginning to like this... person-nation! He was fun, and definitely reminded him of Artie... what was it... Right, he acted like he had a

stick up his butt! "Nah, Nor's good! Anyway, Nor," he continues, ignoring the mosquito-bite slap and the supposed insult, "What'cha

doing out her? Ya' been out here long?"

scowled, placing his hands on his hips. By this point, he was realizing it was pretty much useless to argue with the American. What he

lacked in brain cells, he made up for in stubbornness. "I was out here trying to enjoy the silence of nature. Which someone is currently

ruining."