Melinda shrugged. “Well, I came to see your little spellcaster friend, here.”
Denmark’s eyes narrowed and next to him, he felt America tense slightly in anticipation of an upcoming brawl. “Why do you want Norge?” He asked and it was at that moment that Norway exploded forward, hands moving like lightning as he shouted unintelligible words in a voice that echoed around the kitchen. Melinda sprang into action faster than Denmark’s eyes could follow and there was a massive clap of roaring noise that shook the kitchen, sending plaster and bits of ceiling raining down on them.
Denmark searched through the dust anxiously, heart hammering. Norway. Where was Norway?
Finally the dust settled. Norway and Melinda stood in the middle of the room, locked together in some kind of twisted embrace. Neither was moving until suddenly, they stumbled apart. Melinda’s hand snapped out and Norway snapped completely rigid. Melinda smiled.
“Good.” She hissed, and her forked tongue poked out between her lips.
Denmark felt vaguely sick. “Ok, what the hell are you?” he demanded. Norway still hadn’t moved, standing stock still in the middle of the room, arms at his sides. “And what did you do to Lukas?”
Melinda turned to look at Denmark and America and smiled pleasantly. “It’s just a simple freezing spell. He’s fine. It’s not him I need, anyway. How convenient to find you both in the same place…”
Denmark grabbed a butcher knife from the knife block on the counter next to him and leveled it at her. “Let Lukas go.” He growled dangerously. “And get the hell out of my house.”
Melinda laughed. “You think something as paltry as a kitchen knife will stop me? FOOL!” Her voice deepened suddenly, rumbling throughout the house and rattling the windowpanes. America shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet and Denmark knew what his friend is about to do a second before he did it.
The Barbie went whizzing across the room, faster than any projectile thrown by a human; Melinda’s eyes flashed and the Barbie veered off course, hitting the wall and exploding into a shower of plastic.
America had followed up on his throw, his clear eyes serious as he darted around the side the same time Denmark launched himself forward, dodging around Norway’s frozen form and twisting the knife in his grip.
A blinding flash of green light suddenly exploded through his kitchen and Denmark stumbled backwards, reflexively throwing his arm over his eyes. To his right, he vaguely heard America muffle a curse when there was a sudden sickening thud. Denmark blinked away the spots as the light finally died and felt a sick feeling rise in his stomach at the sight of America lying, still and pale at the base of his refrigerator, a pool of thick blood slowly seeping from beneath his head.
He turned back towards the bitch who’d stained his tiles and saw, to his horror, the thick, emerald tail of a dragon curling lazily around her half-transformed body. Her lips quirked in a slow, sultry smile and then, quicker than he could process, she was standing right before him. Her fingers (claws, now, long golden claws that scraped down the skin of his neck just light enough to send shivers of disgust down his spine) tilted his chin up to force his eyes to lock with her gaze. His whole body was frozen, the butcher knife hanging uselessly at his side as he stared into her face.
“I need you, Mathias Køhler. You are so much more important than you realize.” Her eyes flicked up over his shoulder and she grinned widely, triumphantly. Denmark stared into her eyes, his mind curiously blank. What was he doing again? Melinda returned her gaze to Denmark. “Come with me, Mathias.” She breathed before leaning down and pressing her lips to his.
The Consequences of Treading Toes [Part 5B]
Denmark’s eyes narrowed and next to him, he felt America tense slightly in anticipation of an upcoming brawl. “Why do you want Norge?” He asked and it was at that moment that Norway exploded forward, hands moving like lightning as he shouted unintelligible words in a voice that echoed around the kitchen. Melinda sprang into action faster than Denmark’s eyes could follow and there was a massive clap of roaring noise that shook the kitchen, sending plaster and bits of ceiling raining down on them.
Denmark searched through the dust anxiously, heart hammering. Norway. Where was Norway?
Finally the dust settled. Norway and Melinda stood in the middle of the room, locked together in some kind of twisted embrace. Neither was moving until suddenly, they stumbled apart. Melinda’s hand snapped out and Norway snapped completely rigid. Melinda smiled.
“Good.” She hissed, and her forked tongue poked out between her lips.
Denmark felt vaguely sick. “Ok, what the hell are you?” he demanded. Norway still hadn’t moved, standing stock still in the middle of the room, arms at his sides. “And what did you do to Lukas?”
Melinda turned to look at Denmark and America and smiled pleasantly. “It’s just a simple freezing spell. He’s fine. It’s not him I need, anyway. How convenient to find you both in the same place…”
Denmark grabbed a butcher knife from the knife block on the counter next to him and leveled it at her. “Let Lukas go.” He growled dangerously. “And get the hell out of my house.”
Melinda laughed. “You think something as paltry as a kitchen knife will stop me? FOOL!” Her voice deepened suddenly, rumbling throughout the house and rattling the windowpanes. America shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet and Denmark knew what his friend is about to do a second before he did it.
The Barbie went whizzing across the room, faster than any projectile thrown by a human; Melinda’s eyes flashed and the Barbie veered off course, hitting the wall and exploding into a shower of plastic.
America had followed up on his throw, his clear eyes serious as he darted around the side the same time Denmark launched himself forward, dodging around Norway’s frozen form and twisting the knife in his grip.
A blinding flash of green light suddenly exploded through his kitchen and Denmark stumbled backwards, reflexively throwing his arm over his eyes. To his right, he vaguely heard America muffle a curse when there was a sudden sickening thud. Denmark blinked away the spots as the light finally died and felt a sick feeling rise in his stomach at the sight of America lying, still and pale at the base of his refrigerator, a pool of thick blood slowly seeping from beneath his head.
He turned back towards the bitch who’d stained his tiles and saw, to his horror, the thick, emerald tail of a dragon curling lazily around her half-transformed body. Her lips quirked in a slow, sultry smile and then, quicker than he could process, she was standing right before him. Her fingers (claws, now, long golden claws that scraped down the skin of his neck just light enough to send shivers of disgust down his spine) tilted his chin up to force his eyes to lock with her gaze. His whole body was frozen, the butcher knife hanging uselessly at his side as he stared into her face.
“I need you, Mathias Køhler. You are so much more important than you realize.” Her eyes flicked up over his shoulder and she grinned widely, triumphantly. Denmark stared into her eyes, his mind curiously blank. What was he doing again? Melinda returned her gaze to Denmark. “Come with me, Mathias.” She breathed before leaning down and pressing her lips to his.