It was during the 10345 Nordic meeting that Iceland realized something. He was the odd one out. He had never really noticed it before, but now it was as clear to him as day. “And then we torch it!” Denmark ended his amazing plan for world domination, pounding the butt of his axe onto the ground. Sweden merely grunted, like he always did. “Torch it? Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?” Finland bit his lip nervously. “Of course it’s extreme, Denmark came up with it.’ Norway said, not even bothering to look up from the thick novel he was reading. “Exactly, you know me to well Norge!” Denmark grinned. “Torching it would be the best way to succeed, not to mention how awesome it would be!” Norway sighed. Denmark really just didn’t get it, did he? “I th’nk it w’ld be b’t’r if we ch’se a less dang’rous t’ct’ic” Sweden mumbled. Denmark frowned. “Well that shows what you know, meatball head!” Denmark growled. He slammed his fist onto the table. “So, all in favor of torching it raise your hand!” Nobody raised their hands. After it became apparent that no one agreed with him, Denmark went over to sulk in the corner of shame. Norway sighed. “Idiot.” He said, with a rare, gentle, smile on his face. He went over to the Dane and with a few comforting words from his lover, Denmark was his normal cheerful self again. “Okay, so you all think my plan sucks (I don’t understand why, though), anyone else have any ideas?” Denmark asked the group. Just at that moment, Finland’s stomach let out a large growl. The Finn blushed. “I suggest we eat lunch.” Finland said, though his timid tone made it seem more like a question. “Suggestion denied!” Denmark said immediately. “Does anyone else have any ide-“ “Actually I’m a bit hungry as well.” Norway said, giving Denmark a look. Sweden was also giving Denmark a look, a glare in fact. Sweden was not happy that the Dane had rejected Finland’s suggestion so casually, not one bit. With both of those stares targeted on him, Denmark gulped. “On second thought, some food would be good right now. Suggestion accepted.” Norway gave Denmark a pleased smile and Sweden grunted. “Oh, can we go out to eat?” Finland asked. “Wh’tev’r you want F’nl’nd.” Sweden answered, once again falling into the role of the doting husband. Denmark opened his mouth to object, but was immediately silenced by Sweden’s stormy glare. “Is eating out okay with you Norge?” Denmark asked, sounding a bit weary. Norway nodded. “That would be fine.” It wasn’t until half way through lunch that the Nordics realized Iceland wasn’t with them.
The Art of Being Needed
The Art of Being Needed Chapter 1
It was during the 10345 Nordic meeting that Iceland realized something.
He was the odd one out.
He had never really noticed it before, but now it was as clear to him as day.
“And then we torch it!” Denmark ended his amazing plan for world domination, pounding the butt of his axe onto the ground. Sweden merely grunted, like he always did.
“Torch it? Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?” Finland bit his lip nervously.
“Of course it’s extreme, Denmark came up with it.’ Norway said, not even bothering to look up from the thick novel he was reading.
“Exactly, you know me to well Norge!” Denmark grinned. “Torching it would be the best way to succeed, not to mention how awesome it would be!”
Norway sighed. Denmark really just didn’t get it, did he?
“I th’nk it w’ld be b’t’r if we ch’se a less dang’rous t’ct’ic” Sweden mumbled. Denmark frowned.
“Well that shows what you know, meatball head!” Denmark growled. He slammed his fist onto the table.
“So, all in favor of torching it raise your hand!”
Nobody raised their hands. After it became apparent that no one agreed with him, Denmark went over to sulk in the corner of shame.
Norway sighed.
“Idiot.” He said, with a rare, gentle, smile on his face. He went over to the Dane and with a few comforting words from his lover, Denmark was his normal cheerful self again.
“Okay, so you all think my plan sucks (I don’t understand why, though), anyone else have any ideas?” Denmark asked the group. Just at that moment, Finland’s stomach let out a large growl. The Finn blushed.
“I suggest we eat lunch.” Finland said, though his timid tone made it seem more like a question.
“Suggestion denied!” Denmark said immediately. “Does anyone else have any ide-“
“Actually I’m a bit hungry as well.” Norway said, giving Denmark a look. Sweden was also giving Denmark a look, a glare in fact. Sweden was not happy that the Dane had rejected Finland’s suggestion so casually, not one bit. With both of those stares targeted on him, Denmark gulped.
“On second thought, some food would be good right now. Suggestion accepted.” Norway gave Denmark a pleased smile and Sweden grunted.
“Oh, can we go out to eat?” Finland asked.
“Wh’tev’r you want F’nl’nd.” Sweden answered, once again falling into the role of the doting husband. Denmark opened his mouth to object, but was immediately silenced by Sweden’s stormy glare.
“Is eating out okay with you Norge?” Denmark asked, sounding a bit weary. Norway nodded.
“That would be fine.”
It wasn’t until half way through lunch that the Nordics realized Iceland wasn’t with them.