Just something short and silly for you to read while I go think of a plot. ------------------------------- Denmark simply stood there, grinning like an idiot.
The meeting had adjourned for a short lunch break, and Norway had decided to tell Iceland of the…odd…nature of his hair curl. Iceland had told Finland, who told Sweden, who for some unfathomable reason, decided to tell Denmark.
And that, apparently, was the reason the taller nation stood before him.
Norway raised one eye brow. "Well? So my hair curl floats, is sentient, and has conversations with other hair curls. That is no reason to be so...pleased." Denmark's grin grew, and Norway wished very much so that he would just stop smiling already.
"Haha, are you serious? That's awesome! And you surrounded by trolls and witches and stuff…what would you know about weirdly awesome or awesomely weird stuff?“ The taller nation reached out a gloved hand to poke the floating curl, which was immediately slapped away by Norway. Svalbard seemed upset about this, and drifted closer to Norway. “I wish I had a hair curl…”
"Don't touch! I've already got Russia and Britain breathing down my neck about Svalbard affairs-I don't need you too." Norway gave him a sharp glare, and continued, "And you already have Greenland. You don't need any more Arctic territories." Denmark's grin slipped, and he pouted.
"But Svalbard's a lot cooler than Greenland! I bet it won't try to gain independence, too. And Greenland's just a nation kid. Svalbard's an awesome hair curl that floats and talks!” Norway rolled his eyes.
"You signed the Svalbard Treaty. Be happy that you can set up a settlement without me driving you off.“ Denmark's pout deepened, and Norway sighed, and after a while, relented.
"Fine, I'll let you touch Svalbard. But it can't talk to you-just to me and other hair curls." Denmark's grin immediately returned, and he petted Svalbard like one would a small dog. Svalbard seemed to object, moving out of the way every time his hand came down. This, however, only made Denmark more determined to pat the curled lock of hair.
After a while, Norway stopped him.
"Tell anyone of this and I'll kill you."
Denmark just nodded, grin still in place.
“No, but seriously, how is that not awesome? If I had a talking hair curl, we’d be best buddies, and drink together, and play pranks, and mock Germany about how we have better fairytales…”
“Because no one else will be your friend,” Norway said dryly.
“Not true! I have tons of friends! But a hair curl would be like a friend who can’t ever leave you.” That raised an eyebrow, but Norway said nothing about it.
But Svalbard was bumping into his head now, which…did nothing more than tickle a bit, but he looked down anyway.
What?
Can you walk over there?
Why?
Because...I want to talk to someone, and I would have to yell from here.
I can’t just randomly walk away in the middle of a conversation.
Fine…but the conversation is sort of over, isn’t it?
Svalbard, people don’t just approach other people without a reason. Who does that hair curl belong to, anyway?
…South Korea. The black one with the face, you can’t miss him.
Why would you want to talk to him..? But the answer is no, anyway.
Immediately Norway thought of a small child pouting about not being able to do…something. Svalbard and Jan Mayen were sort of like small children, weren’t they? They were territories, after all.
Still, he couldn’t just go over and stare at South Korea. That was odd, very odd.
Unless perhaps Korea knew about the properties of his ahoge..? But even then, it wasn’t a very good idea.
Norway glanced at the Asian nation’s hair curl, which appeared to be grinning and bobbing its head at Svalbard (or it could be Jan Mayen, but probably Svalbard) for what appeared to be no reason.
What were they talking about…?
Svalbard? Why is South Korea’s ahoge grinning and nodding?
Spirit always smiles. That was the only answer offered, and Norway didn’t pry further. Instead, he tried to ask Jan Mayen a question.
Can you listen in on other hair curls’ conversations?
No, that’s impossible. Why?
No reason…Jan Mayen seemed to accept that, and went back to doing whatever dots that floated next to hair curls did.
But he was still curious. Why was Spirit nodding? What was Svalbard telling the other hair curl…?
He tried his chances with Jan Mayen again, hoping the volcanic island would have an answer.
Spirit and Svalbard seem to talk a lot…why? Are they friends?
I don’t know, she doesn’t tell me. That statement only served to confuse Norway.
She? Who’s she?
Svalbard. None of us have genders, so we sort of use whatever pronoun comes to mind first. That made some sense, he supposed. Norway hadn’t assigned any of them a gender-they were still, at the end of the day, bits of hair-but the inconvenience of pronouns had to be annoying.
Can you tell me anything?
Why don’t you just ask?
I…see. I will try that. Norway had to stop himself from physically nodding, for a moment forgetting that Jan Mayen would both be in no position to see it, but everyone else would.
And, later that day, he did.
Svalbard, who’s Spirit?
South Korea’s ahoge.
Is he your friend?
…Yes.
I…see.
And that was the end of that. ------------------------------------------- …Okay, I’ll stop now.
Trouble-making child is a very apt description. xD
I honestly never imagined any of the hair curls as being particularly old. Svalbard and Jan Mayen would both be in their 400s, and Korean Spirit/Seoul would be more than 2000 years old, based on, respectively, their discovery and their founding. But I still think of their characters as being kids...xD
And hey, some people will defy the laws of physics to not become an erogenous zone.
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[Part 15] A tale of two hair curls [4a/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-06-18 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)-------------------------------
Denmark simply stood there, grinning like an idiot.
The meeting had adjourned for a short lunch break, and Norway had decided to tell Iceland of the…odd…nature of his hair curl. Iceland had told Finland, who told Sweden, who for some unfathomable reason, decided to tell Denmark.
And that, apparently, was the reason the taller nation stood before him.
Norway raised one eye brow. "Well? So my hair curl floats, is sentient, and has conversations with other hair curls. That is no reason to be so...pleased." Denmark's grin grew, and Norway wished very much so that he would just stop smiling already.
"Haha, are you serious? That's awesome! And you surrounded by trolls and witches and stuff…what would you know about weirdly awesome or awesomely weird stuff?“ The taller nation reached out a gloved hand to poke the floating curl, which was immediately slapped away by Norway. Svalbard seemed upset about this, and drifted closer to Norway. “I wish I had a hair curl…”
"Don't touch! I've already got Russia and Britain breathing down my neck about Svalbard affairs-I don't need you too." Norway gave him a sharp glare, and continued, "And you already have Greenland. You don't need any more Arctic territories." Denmark's grin slipped, and he pouted.
"But Svalbard's a lot cooler than Greenland! I bet it won't try to gain independence, too. And Greenland's just a nation kid. Svalbard's an awesome hair curl that floats and talks!” Norway rolled his eyes.
"You signed the Svalbard Treaty. Be happy that you can set up a settlement without me driving you off.“ Denmark's pout deepened, and Norway sighed, and after a while, relented.
"Fine, I'll let you touch Svalbard. But it can't talk to you-just to me and other hair curls." Denmark's grin immediately returned, and he petted Svalbard like one would a small dog. Svalbard seemed to object, moving out of the way every time his hand came down. This, however, only made Denmark more determined to pat the curled lock of hair.
After a while, Norway stopped him.
"Tell anyone of this and I'll kill you."
Denmark just nodded, grin still in place.
“No, but seriously, how is that not awesome? If I had a talking hair curl, we’d be best buddies, and drink together, and play pranks, and mock Germany about how we have better fairytales…”
“Because no one else will be your friend,” Norway said dryly.
“Not true! I have tons of friends! But a hair curl would be like a friend who can’t ever leave you.” That raised an eyebrow, but Norway said nothing about it.
But Svalbard was bumping into his head now, which…did nothing more than tickle a bit, but he looked down anyway.
What?
Can you walk over there?
Why?
Because...I want to talk to someone, and I would have to yell from here.
I can’t just randomly walk away in the middle of a conversation.
Fine…but the conversation is sort of over, isn’t it?
Svalbard, people don’t just approach other people without a reason. Who does that hair curl belong to, anyway?
…South Korea. The black one with the face, you can’t miss him.
Why would you want to talk to him..? But the answer is no, anyway.
Aww…
[Part 15] A tale of two hair curls [4b/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-06-18 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)Still, he couldn’t just go over and stare at South Korea. That was odd, very odd.
Unless perhaps Korea knew about the properties of his ahoge..? But even then, it wasn’t a very good idea.
Norway glanced at the Asian nation’s hair curl, which appeared to be grinning and bobbing its head at Svalbard (or it could be Jan Mayen, but probably Svalbard) for what appeared to be no reason.
What were they talking about…?
Svalbard? Why is South Korea’s ahoge grinning and nodding?
Spirit always smiles. That was the only answer offered, and Norway didn’t pry further. Instead, he tried to ask Jan Mayen a question.
Can you listen in on other hair curls’ conversations?
No, that’s impossible. Why?
No reason…Jan Mayen seemed to accept that, and went back to doing whatever dots that floated next to hair curls did.
But he was still curious. Why was Spirit nodding? What was Svalbard telling the other hair curl…?
He tried his chances with Jan Mayen again, hoping the volcanic island would have an answer.
Spirit and Svalbard seem to talk a lot…why? Are they friends?
I don’t know, she doesn’t tell me. That statement only served to confuse Norway.
She? Who’s she?
Svalbard. None of us have genders, so we sort of use whatever pronoun comes to mind first. That made some sense, he supposed. Norway hadn’t assigned any of them a gender-they were still, at the end of the day, bits of hair-but the inconvenience of pronouns had to be annoying.
Can you tell me anything?
Why don’t you just ask?
I…see. I will try that. Norway had to stop himself from physically nodding, for a moment forgetting that Jan Mayen would both be in no position to see it, but everyone else would.
And, later that day, he did.
Svalbard, who’s Spirit?
South Korea’s ahoge.
Is he your friend?
…Yes.
I…see.
And that was the end of that.
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…Okay, I’ll stop now.
Re: [Part 15] A tale of two hair curls [4b/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-06-19 03:38 am (UTC)(link)though not really. How adorable is this. I oddly find his haircurl to be something like a troublemaking child at this rate... XD
I always found it so cool how his curl floated 'v'
Re: [Part 15] A tale of two hair curls [4b/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-06-19 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)I honestly never imagined any of the hair curls as being particularly old. Svalbard and Jan Mayen would both be in their 400s, and Korean Spirit/Seoul would be more than 2000 years old, based on, respectively, their discovery and their founding. But I still think of their characters as being kids...xD
And hey, some people will defy the laws of physics to not become an erogenous zone.
Re: [Part 15] A tale of two hair curls [4b/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-06-20 04:20 am (UTC)(link)Denmark petting little Svalbard made me giggle so hard, and I'm not normally a fan of Norway but I am enjoying his reactions to all of this.