Thread: Everything is allowed in war and love - 『 YumiBlossom & Boss 』

Sitting on the airplane, he was bored beyond words, the flight only took a little bit more over two hours to get there, and he knew it would bore him out. His destination wasn't exactly what he himself would choose, he had just been practically forced to go there. Trying to read the newspaper he found, but concentration going away, to back home, where he knew he wouldn't be missed, not for a year or two. Sinking back to his seat to remember once again why he was there. -- Always the bully and the joker, he loved to create laugh and pull pranks, and doing those two together was priceless. When he turned 18 he had to take the conscription. And when he finally thought he was out of there, his parents grew tired of him as soon as he returned home, so they send him back there. The battalion there grew tired of him in the beginning when he was doing the conscription, not taking the orders seriously, goofing around in the line and during the training's. Even thought he got a perfect score in everything he did, his uncaring nature and his attitude put everyone off, even his so called 'friends' also got tired of him, throwing him away like a used towel. And when he once again returned, and still hadn't changed, just his physique, they grew even more tired of him. So when one of the men that were supposed to be sent to Sweden for service, but broke his leg, he was sent there in his place, being forced to either be deported to Sweden, or else he would be thrown out from the military, and out of his home. With no choice, he did what he had to, so he accepted the terms, hence his condition. --- We'll be arriving in Lule in ten minutes, please raise your table and... Mathias stopped listening and looked out of his window. The trees and grass where still green apparently, fall not yet there, just around the corner, and the weather was clear, probably a little bit chilly, but the sun would be warm, a perfect weather. As soon as the plane landed, Mathias grabbed his stuff and made his way out, not wanting to waste more time inside this plane than necessary, since it wasn't like he wanted this anyway, he was threaten to it... The worst part, in his opinion, was also the wait for the luggage. People around him spoke in their native language, Swedish, which pissed him off to a certain degree, he didn't understand it, so whom knew what, or whom the might speak of. Snatching his bag quickly as soon as it was seen, and then speeding up to get out of there, but stopped when he saw someone, in military clothes of course, standing there with his last name in a sign. Walking over, he greeted the man with a firm hand, looking him dead in the eyes. Welcome to Sweden, Mathias. I am Christoffer, your General. And said man just nodded in response, even more bored of the mans strict behaviour. I'll take you to Boden, it will take roughly around an hour, so make yourself comfortable in the car, your new clothes is in the back, please change as soon as you get out of the car, preferable in it while we travel, if you can. The last part made his eye twitch, he would show that man what he was capable of, that he wasn't some slob who knew nothing. Yes, sir. He had to say, not wanting to be left here alone on his first day, that would really help his already bad mood so much. So he just sat down in the back, and looked his new clothes, the green military ones.. His size, since they took measures back in Denmark, back home... Sighing loudly as he began to change his clothes when the car started, earning himself a nod in the rear mirror of the car from his General. Of course he would approve of that, he could at least pretend he wanted to do this.. Right? He changed clothes pretty quick, and it really didn't look like he had done it quickly in the back of the car, looking proper and clean. He passed the rest of the time by looking outside the window, watching the landscape pass by, changing from woods, to some fields, and then more wood and streets again.. A boring sight, too much wood out here.. So plain and stale. As they finally arrived at the destination, he stepped outside the car, and stretched his whole body, earning himself a pop or two from the back. I'll introduce you to the company you will be working with, they just got back from their morning jog, so better not keep them too occupied before they eat. You'll be joining them on whatever they do from now on. Your bag will be delivered to your room, and will be on your bed when you arrive, your Colonel will show you the way if you don't follow the other guys. You better behave, because we have to report everything you do back to your old company back in Denmark. He knew the last sentence was a threat, but why would he care? He had been threatening the whole time he had been in the army thanks to his behaviour, so why should this one matter? Getting more irritated when one of the men, a young boy, came up to the General and they spoke to each other, in Swedish. It annoyed him that they spoke so carefree in a language he did not understand right in front of him. Rolling his eyes as the kid took his bag, having problems with it by the looks of things, but trying to look like it was nothing in front of the General. Muffling his laughter as the general rose an eyebrow in his direction, but motioned for him to follow, which he did, with arms behind his head and a bored expression riding over his features, this was soooo going to be a blast. Rounding the corner of the house, to get to the center of the military, before the flag stood a company of guys, all lined up perfectly, with sweat on their foreheads, just got back from jogging eh? Smirking, he followed the General and lined up next to him, still in his carefree posture, which earned him a slap from the General, so he unwillingly straighten his back, in with the stomach and out with the chest, in a proud posture at least. Listen everyone! The Colonel began. This is Mathias, from Denmark. He's going to join this company, so be nice to him. Show him around and where everything is, and tell him the schedule and rules. The Colonel, and Mathias looked around, the latter one checked out whom his new mates would be. Some of them looked boring, some of them.. Interesting. A rather tall and muscular man caught his eyes, one wielding glasses and had a rather scary expression, he looked strong, wonder if he would be fun to tease? He looked like one of these who joined the army just because he loved his country or something cheesy like that.. A scrawny young man to his left, that probably was forced there by his parents, just like himself.. And one in the back, whom looked rather strong, but with a weak mind, joining just because he wanted to prove to his friends he also could.. Dismissed! The Colonels voice echoed thorough the silence, as he and the General left in the opposite direction of the men, whom all breathed out and went for the dining hall, to finally get their breakfast. Grinning at everyone as they where dismissed, and he followed them carefree to the dining hall, to maybe finally eat something edible, if it was this in the army. This will be fun. He muttered for himself, actually hoping it would be somewhat entertaining, so he could have some fun here in Sweden before he got sent back home again... Hey, what do we have after breakfast? He asked the one closest to him, the guy from the back.. Weapon caretaking. He said with a bored expression, and the Dane just shrugged, wow, way to start his day here, it sounded soo terrific.