((Hello! This is the first part of the fill! I hope you enjoy it! AA isn't too fond of Norway, so it was decided that Norway would be the main instigator... and if he's a bit ooc compared to how other play him, I'm terribly sorry, but I've always seen Norway as a bit of a bratty character that would throw temper tantrums when he didn't get his way... since a lot of people I see depict him as always getting what he wants. PS. I'm going to name each chapter something different! I hope you don't mind!))
"Hey Sweden."
Sweden was sitting on his sofa flipping through some paperwork when the sound of Norway's voice cut through his thoughts. He slowly shut the packet before he glanced upward to meet Norway's steady gaze with a cocked eyebrow.
"Have you seen Denmark around? He is due up for a weekly annoyance." Norway's usual stoic eyes seemed to glimmer a bit with the hope that maybe he had seen the Dane around, but Sweden just replied with a shake of his head.
At that, Sweden observed the glimmer run away from the Norwegian's eyes, and he let out a resigned huff, crossing his arms at his chest.
"You know Denmark hasn't been around too much lately..." A third voice pulled Sweden's gaze away from the Norwegian and onto a third person that decided to huddle around them. It was Finland, and he seemed to wear a look of worry on his usual friendly face. Sweden noted this look, and realized rather quickly why it had been so deathly quiet around the house.
"Do you think..." Finland placed his hand on his hips and turned towards Norway, "...that maybe he's moping somewhere after you told him that he would never amount to anything and he'd always be the stupid dinky little country that everyone over looks in favor of the better, more flashy Nordics?" Finland was still smiling, and he held his fore finger up in the matter-of-factly.
Sweden tried not to laugh, coughing slightly as Norway pouted. Visibly. Yeah sure it was strange to see Norway pout, but every Nordic it seemed, knew of Norway's brother-like adoration for Denmark, except for Denmark himself. So seeing Norway pout and feel bad for something that he might've done was just the Norwegian getting his just desserts. Heck, every Nordic it seemed had borne the brunt of Norway's pessimism-adoration, but because of Denmark's rather...boisterous personality, he tended to receive the grunt of it, and added in with Sweden's and Iceland's teasing, it wasn't a surprise that he would be away moping.
But that wasn't it. Sweden knew the reason, because the two of them had the strange habit of waking up around when the sun rose, and when Sweden woke up a few mornings ago and went to make his coffee, Denmark was standing in the living room, already fully dressed, and was pulling on a pair of his old sneakers. Sweden of course was rather curious as to why the Dane was running away so early in the morning, so he politely asked the other where he was heading off to. Denmark wore a large grin as he explained that he was going to meet up with his old friend Prussia and his brother, and that they were going to the park to have some drinks and catch up.
Sweden of course nodded the other away, a bit happy that the Dane was going to be in Germany and Prussia's hands for a while instead of his. But the Dane was beginning to make a habit of this. He would wake up earlier than the rest, leave and come home rather late at night to receive a scolding, which of course he ignored, but no questions were asked, and since none were asked, none were answered.
But after a few days of doing this, the others became suspicious, because after all, a quiet house means that there is no Denmark. And no Denmark meant that... it meant that he was up to something.
"Sweden!"
Sweden glanced upward, not even realizing that he had been mentally blocking what the others were saying.
"Mhh?"
"You know where he is, don't you?" Norway had his arms crossed and his foot was tapping impatiently. When he ever became such a diva, Sweden hadn't the slightest. But instead of worrying about, Sweden simply nodded his head his head one time in response.
"Well?"
"He's with th'Germans." Sweden blinked once and went back to looking through his paperwork, only to hear a loud thud hitting against the door.
The other nations as well as Sweden all looked up in unison.
The front door to the house swung open and who else other than Denmark himself came bounding inside. He was wearing a rather large overstated grin, his hair was wet and flopped over in front of his face. His shoes were quite muddy and so were the ends of his pants. He didn't hesitate to pull his shoes off and begin humming a song to himself, not at all noticing the eight eyes staring at him in confusion.
It wasn't until he bent over and began to roll up the leg of his jeans did he realize that there was definitely a kind of weighty tension settling in the room. He stopped his humming for a second and glanced upward, his head lolling to his left shoulder in confusion.
"You look like you're in love!" Finland exclaimed as Denmark moved over to the group, "W-who's the lucky someone?"
Denmark chuckled.
"I'm not in love!" He then plopped onto the couch, only to be shoved down onto the carpet, because he was wet and muddy, and Sweden couldn't exactly say he was fond of that part, especially on his nice furniture. Denmark immediately bounced up from the ground, and Sweden simply rolled his eyes as the other continued to grin.
"What have you been doing then?" This time it was Iceland's turn to speak, as he was obviously quite curious of the Dane's whereabouts as well.
"Today I went out with Prussia and Germany! We went hiking!" Denmark moved behind the sofa to where Finland, Iceland, and Norway were standing, and smiled hopefully.
"In the rain?" Norway raised his eyebrow, and slunk over to Denmark, tugging lightly at the end of his shirt, "That sounds absolutely ridiculous." He picked a stray leaf off of Denmark's shirt and looked it over, grimacing slightly before he crumpled it in his fists.
"It wasn't raining at first..." Denmark shrugged, "But Germany got really mad when me and Prussia ran away!"
"When Prussia and I." Norway corrected, his thin lips tightening slightly, "...Are you going out tomorrow?"
"Well they kind of invited me to go drinking, but it was going to be later in the day, so if you wanted to do something Nor, I'm totally up for it, but it has to be before 5PM." Denmark smiled at Norway rather pitifully, noticing the angered look playing in his eyes. Sweden just scoffed, knowing exactly what the Norwegian's train of thought was.
"No that's okay Denmark. You just go have your fun. I'll be fine with my book." Norway threw his head back and left the room indignantly, but before he reached the end of the hall, he looked back and huffed loudly, "Sweden. Can I speak with you? In private?"
Sweden had already gone back to looking at his notebook before he sighed and slipped to his feet, patting the confused Denmark's shoulders as he passed. Denmark flashed Finland a look of confusion as he did so, followed a by small shrug.
Sweden made his way down the hallway after Norway, and once the other turned into the guest room doorway, he followed right after him and plopped onto the bed, setting his paperwork beside him, staring up at Norway with his hands folded.
"What does that even mean?" Norway's usual stoic face seemed to be twisted with emotion as he paced the room back and forth, "I don't make time for Denmark. He makes time for me." Sweden noticed that the leaf that was balled up in his fist was now on the ground.
"What did he replace me? I do not appreciate being replaced." Norway glared at Sweden, his lips still pulled tightly together. Sweden didn't really like the Dane hanging around with the German brothers either, because as much as he hated to admit it, he did enjoy when Denmark was around the house causing chaos. Yeah sure after a while, it could be pretty obnoxious, but it was a constant, and Sweden couldn’t really explain it, but constants like Denmark gave him a sense of ease of sorts.
"I 'unno..." The sound of heavy footsteps occupying the relative quiet of the room was the only sound for a while. Sweden found himself staring at the annoyed and jealous blonde who was still pacing back and forth slowly. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat against the weighty silence. He could remember the last time that Norway had gotten like this. It wasn't scary so much as it was quite awkward, and even more so when you made the attempt to argue against him and it just didn't work.
"I don't approve." Norway was now standing in front of the bed with his arms crossed, "I don't approve and I have a plan." His voice was thick and the lights that danced across his eyes told Sweden more than he needed to know.
"Well?" Sweden replied, not really wanting to be there at that moment in time. There was really no stopping Norway when he wanted something and he knew that fact quite well.
"I have connections. Connections with The Great Norwegian Storm. He owes me big time. So as payback, I'm going to have him pick a fight in the bar with Denmark. Then I'll make it look like he was hired by the Germans who tried to make it look like he was hired by us to pick a fight." A slight nod came from the other as a slight smirk played across his dull features.
"Who is The Great Norwegian Storm?" Sweden asked as he pulled himself from the bed and stood in front of the pale schemer.
"He is a wrestler."
"And how is this plan supposed'ta work?" Sweden had his doubts. Heck he didn't even understand what the plan was even supposed to accomplish. as far as Sweden could tell the plan would just push Denmark even further away from them, and that was the last thing that Norway-- or any of them, really--wanted.
"Okay so, I'm going to give Norwegian Storm a phone call tomorrow. He is going to pick a fight with Denmark at the bar telling him that he was sent by his brothers. Then Storm is going to let Den win... and then once he loses he is going to "secretly" pay the Germans when Den is paying 'just enough attention to notice the money'." Norway smirked, "Then he'll think that the German's hired Storm to fight him under the context that they hired him to make it look like we hired him..."
Sweden opened his mouth to say something when the and suddenly the loud hinges of the creaked, and Iceland paced inside.
"Why don't you just make it look like the German's hired him to push him away from them and back to us?" Iceland's voice was as flat as Norway's and Sweden was quite aware of why the two of them wanted Denmark back.
Norway nodded, rolling his eyes.
"I'm sure they'll find him just as annoying as we do. And will be happy when he isn't bothering them anymore." Iceland brushed a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, and not caring that he was intruding in what was supposed to be a "secret conversation." Norway didn't seem to care either, as he now had his plan in place, and he’d be getting his way.
Sweden simply let out a sigh, picked up his papers, and paced out of the room.
really likes the start of this! I know how Norway seems in other fics, and I don't really mind if he started it. I do hope to see others, and especially Finland, since the poor guy seem to be a bit neglected when Sweden's around!
((fndsjn. I must apologize for taking a million years. I had a really bad writer's block, and I still have it, but I managed to work through it to at least squeeze out this next part. I hope it's not too short and stinkish. ;n; The next part should be ions better! ))
"Make that two more rounds of beer!"
The sound of Prussia's voice sounded out above almost every voice in the entire bar, and Denmark found himself nodding and laughing loudly in agreement, while Germany sat at the end of the table, chuckling and rolling his eyes.
"Who do you suppose is paying for all of this beer!?" Denmark exclaimed, staring at his empty mug, "I think I've downed about... " The Dane paused as though he was trying to think of a specific number "...A lot of these!"
"I bet you've had over a hundred!" Prussia exclaimed, waving his hands excitedly as two more mugs were placed in front of both him and Denmark.
"This is your last round you two, or else I'm going to be carrying you home..." Germany looked at his own glass, tapping his fingers lightly against the glass. Denmark was happy that it was Germany's day to the be the responsible one, because he hasn't exactly gotten the most pleasant of goodbyes when he left the house earlier in the day, and Norway especially almost seemed to glare at the excitable Dane as walked by.
"Awww, come on, the other guys never let me drink this much!" Denmark exclaimed.
In fact, the more Mathias thought about it...the more he realized that Norway had been giving him the cold shoulder the entire day. And it definitely wasn't his usual cold shoulder either. Usually Norway gave him a simple look of indifference or just completely ignored it, and only shot him glares when he said something stupid. This time it seemed that Norway didn't even want them to be in the same room, and anytime Denmark got near him, he would glare and mutter something under his breath before leaving the room.
Denmark suddenly found himself staring hopelessly at his glass while Prussia quickly downed his. The invasion of those thoughts seemed to sober him up a bit, or at the very least, they made him somber.
"Hey Mathias! You haven't finished ye--"
Prussia looked at the Dane, as well as his glass of beer that was sitting on the bar counter getting warm.
"What’s with the change in mood?!" The Prussian asked, placing his glass on the tabletop, "What are you not supposed'ta be here?!"
"No, it’s not that... It’s that the others wouldn't talk to me at all yesterday really. I don't know what’s wrong with them..." Denmark couldn't think of a single thing he had possibly done wrong.
Germany let out a little cough, causing Denmark to turn towards him.
"Perhaps they don't like all these meetings we've been having together."
"Well that's just silly..." Mathias huffed, "They know I love--"
Just then, Mathias heard the sound of someone busting into the bar. He narrowed his eyes slowly and looked towards the source of the commotion.
A large man had burst into the bar. He was tall, probably around six foot five, and Mathias swore his body was the size of a barge. He had a rather snarly look etched into his face as he scanned the bar and its patrons, grunting slightly when his eyes wandered upon Denmark sitting with Prussia and Germany at a small booth near the bar. He then brushed a tuft of his oily black hair out his face, before he began to barrel through the bar like a brazen bull until he reached the booth of the group.
"Can I help you?" He asked, fingering his mug of beer and the condensation that had formed on the outside as well.
" Yes. I was sent here by someone very close to you, to deliver you, THIS!" He swiftly swung his fist backward before he drove it forward, allowing it to meet directly into the Dane's cheek bone.
Denmark could feel his body go limp and he was sent backwards into Prussia's shoulder.
"Whoa man!" Denmark yelled, "Take it easy! I don't even know you!" He pulled himself upwards, rubbing at his chin. He knew that was going to bruise later, and in a way, that frustrated him.
"Hey! I know you! You're the professional wrestler The Great Norwegian Storm!" Prussia jumped up from his seat with his fingers outstretched, "You're on TV! You're awful at wrestling!" He jumped from his spot while Germany helped pull Denmark upwards, "Why would you be beating on my friend here though?"
The man blinked and moved around Prussia, diving towards Denmark again, only for the two of them to end up in a tangling mass of limbs and random jabs and punches. Sadly enough for the Dane though, the man was a professional, and despite him having been around much longer and having had many, many years of fighting, the past fifty years or so, Denmark really hadn’t gotten into too many scuffles, and had actually gotten to be rather chubby. Well. Chubby according to Norway, Finland, Iceland, and Sweden’s standards. He never was really sure if they were playing around or if he should’ve believed them. Being slightly intoxicated
As Denmark moved to defend himself from the blows and inevitable pinning, he could hear chanting and cheering as a crowd began to form around the fighting mass. Denmark blinked upwards trying to see what was going on around the crowd, and attempted to push the large wrestler off of him, because he knew this was going to look quite bad, but this sad attempt only left him with a rather plump bust to his lip.
Of course Denmark wasn't completely defenseless, and he managed to bring his leg up to the man's crotch, sending the man backwards and off of him. Denmark was then able to gain enough footing to shove forward and swing his fist into directly into the man's brow.
But just as Denmark began to gain the upper-hand, he felt numerous hands beginning to pinch and pull and tug at his sides, until he was being pealed away from the Norwegian Storm and carried outside. His body was then nimbly tossed to the ground, where he hit the sidewalk with a rather intense crash. Another crash nearby him told him that the wrestler had been tossed out as well.
Denmark pulled himself from the sidewalk, and glanced over at the other man enough to see that he had done some damage to the other. A large lump was forming on his brow, and somewhere in the process he had managed to give the guy a bloody nose. But of course he didn't get much of a chance to see, before the other was up and running.
He wasn't exactly sure what had just happened, but regardless of that, in a few moments, Prussia and Germany were standing by his side, helping him to stand up.
"What was that all about?!" Germany exclaimed, his voice laced with irritation, "Getting us kicked out of the bar like that--I- I won't stand for it!" He moved towards Denmark, and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket so that he could use it to wipe up a small trail of blood that was moving down the Dane's face towards his upper lip.
"And attacking you?!" Prussia raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Something tells me this was set up..." Germany shook his head, "I'll look into it, but I think we should get you home first Denmark. You don't look so well."
"Yeah..." Denmark stated, rubbing at his temple, "This wasn't how I was hoping it would turn out..."
Prussia laughed lightly and rubbed the top of Denmark's head, "Of course it isn't! Lets get out of here, okay?"
"We'll definitely be looking into this later." Germany said this without hesitation, which reassured the Dane more than enough, "Even though I think I have an idea as to who is behind this."
"Right." Denmark laughed uneasily, and within in a few moments they were leaving the bar and heading back to Denmark and the other Nordic's home.
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Nordics- Norwegian Storm [Pt. 1(a)- ??]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 05:31 am (UTC)(link)"Hey Sweden."
Sweden was sitting on his sofa flipping through some paperwork when the sound of Norway's voice cut through his thoughts. He slowly shut the packet before he glanced upward to meet Norway's steady gaze with a cocked eyebrow.
"Have you seen Denmark around? He is due up for a weekly annoyance." Norway's usual stoic eyes seemed to glimmer a bit with the hope that maybe he had seen the Dane around, but Sweden just replied with a shake of his head.
At that, Sweden observed the glimmer run away from the Norwegian's eyes, and he let out a resigned huff, crossing his arms at his chest.
"You know Denmark hasn't been around too much lately..." A third voice pulled Sweden's gaze away from the Norwegian and onto a third person that decided to huddle around them. It was Finland, and he seemed to wear a look of worry on his usual friendly face. Sweden noted this
look, and realized rather quickly why it had been so deathly quiet around the house.
"Do you think..." Finland placed his hand on his hips and turned towards Norway, "...that maybe he's moping somewhere after you told him that he would never amount to anything and he'd always be the stupid dinky little country that everyone over looks in favor of the better, more flashy Nordics?" Finland was still smiling, and he held his fore finger up in the matter-of-factly.
Sweden tried not to laugh, coughing slightly as Norway pouted. Visibly. Yeah sure it was strange to see Norway pout, but every Nordic it seemed, knew of Norway's brother-like adoration for Denmark, except for Denmark himself. So seeing Norway pout and feel bad for something that he might've done was just the Norwegian getting his just desserts. Heck, every Nordic it seemed had borne the brunt of Norway's pessimism-adoration, but because of Denmark's rather...boisterous personality, he tended to receive the grunt of it, and added in with Sweden's and Iceland's teasing, it wasn't a surprise that he would be away moping.
But that wasn't it. Sweden knew the reason, because the two of them had the strange habit of waking up around when the sun rose, and when Sweden woke up a few mornings ago and went to make his coffee, Denmark was standing in the living room, already fully dressed, and was pulling on a pair of his old sneakers. Sweden of course was rather curious as to why the Dane was running away so early in the morning, so he politely asked the other where he was heading off to. Denmark wore a large grin as he explained that he was going to meet up with his old friend Prussia and his brother, and that they were going to the park to have some drinks and catch up.
Sweden of course nodded the other away, a bit happy that the Dane was going to be in Germany and Prussia's hands for a while instead of his. But the Dane was beginning to make a habit of this. He would wake up earlier than the rest, leave and come home rather late at night to receive a scolding, which of course he ignored, but no questions were asked, and since none were asked, none were answered.
Re: Nordics- Norwegian Storm [Pt. 1(b)- ??]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 05:33 am (UTC)(link)"Sweden!"
Sweden glanced upward, not even realizing that he had been mentally blocking what the others were saying.
"Mhh?"
"You know where he is, don't you?" Norway had his arms crossed and his foot was tapping impatiently. When he ever became such a diva, Sweden hadn't the slightest. But instead of worrying about, Sweden simply nodded his head his head one time in response.
"Well?"
"He's with th'Germans." Sweden blinked once and went back to looking through his paperwork, only to hear a loud thud hitting against the door.
The other nations as well as Sweden all looked up in unison.
The front door to the house swung open and who else other than Denmark himself came bounding inside. He was wearing a rather large overstated grin, his hair was wet and flopped over in front of his face. His shoes were quite muddy and so were the ends of his pants. He didn't hesitate to pull his shoes off and begin humming a song to himself, not at all noticing the eight eyes staring at him in confusion.
It wasn't until he bent over and began to roll up the leg of his jeans did he realize that there was definitely a kind of weighty tension settling in the room. He stopped his humming for a second and glanced upward, his head lolling to his left shoulder in confusion.
"You look like you're in love!" Finland exclaimed as Denmark moved over to the group, "W-who's the lucky someone?"
Denmark chuckled.
"I'm not in love!" He then plopped onto the couch, only to be shoved down onto the carpet, because he was wet and muddy, and Sweden couldn't exactly say he was fond of that part, especially on his nice furniture. Denmark immediately bounced up from the ground, and Sweden simply rolled his eyes as the other continued to grin.
"What have you been doing then?" This time it was Iceland's turn to speak, as he was obviously quite curious of the Dane's whereabouts as well.
"Today I went out with Prussia and Germany! We went hiking!" Denmark moved behind the sofa to where Finland, Iceland, and Norway were standing, and smiled hopefully.
"In the rain?" Norway raised his eyebrow, and slunk over to Denmark, tugging lightly at the end of his shirt, "That sounds absolutely ridiculous." He picked a stray leaf off of Denmark's shirt and looked it over, grimacing slightly before he crumpled it in his fists.
"It wasn't raining at first..." Denmark shrugged, "But Germany got really mad when me and Prussia ran away!"
"When Prussia and I." Norway corrected, his thin lips tightening slightly, "...Are you going out tomorrow?"
"Well they kind of invited me to go drinking, but it was going to be later in the day, so if you wanted to do something Nor, I'm totally up for it, but it has to be before 5PM." Denmark smiled at Norway rather pitifully, noticing the angered look playing in his eyes. Sweden just scoffed, knowing exactly what the Norwegian's train of thought was.
"No that's okay Denmark. You just go have your fun. I'll be fine with my book." Norway threw his head back and left the room indignantly, but before he reached the end of the hall, he looked back and huffed loudly, "Sweden. Can I speak with you? In private?"
Sweden had already gone back to looking at his notebook before he sighed and slipped to his feet, patting the confused Denmark's shoulders as he passed. Denmark flashed Finland a look of confusion as he did so, followed a by small shrug.
Sweden made his way down the hallway after Norway, and once the other turned into the guest room doorway, he followed right after him and plopped onto the bed, setting his paperwork beside him, staring up at Norway with his hands folded.
"What does that even mean?" Norway's usual stoic face seemed to be twisted with emotion as he paced the room back and forth, "I don't make time for Denmark. He makes time for me." Sweden noticed that the leaf that was balled up in his fist was now on the ground.
Sweden blinked sleepily and nodded his head.
Re: Nordics- Norwegian Storm [Pt. 1(c)- ??]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 05:34 am (UTC)(link)"I 'unno..." The sound of heavy footsteps occupying the relative quiet of the room was the only sound for a while. Sweden found himself staring at the annoyed and jealous blonde who was still pacing back and forth slowly. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat against the weighty silence. He could remember the last time that Norway had gotten like this. It wasn't scary so much as it was quite awkward, and even more so when you made the attempt to argue against him and it just didn't work.
"I don't approve." Norway was now standing in front of the bed with his arms crossed, "I don't approve and I have a plan." His voice was thick and the lights that danced across his eyes told Sweden more than he needed to know.
"Well?" Sweden replied, not really wanting to be there at that moment in time. There was really no stopping Norway when he wanted something and he knew that fact quite well.
"I have connections. Connections with The Great Norwegian Storm. He owes me big time. So as payback, I'm going to have him pick a fight in the bar with Denmark. Then I'll make it look like he was hired by the Germans who tried to make it look like he was hired by us to pick a fight." A slight nod came from the other as a slight smirk played across his dull features.
"Who is The Great Norwegian Storm?" Sweden asked as he pulled himself from the bed and stood in front of the pale schemer.
"He is a wrestler."
"And how is this plan supposed'ta work?" Sweden had his doubts. Heck he didn't even understand what the plan was even supposed to accomplish. as far as Sweden could tell the plan would just push Denmark even further away from them, and that was the last thing that Norway-- or any of them, really--wanted.
"Okay so, I'm going to give Norwegian Storm a phone call tomorrow. He is going to pick a fight with Denmark at the bar telling him that he was sent by his brothers. Then Storm is going to let Den win... and then once he loses he is going to "secretly" pay the Germans when Den is paying 'just enough attention to notice the money'." Norway smirked, "Then he'll think that the German's hired Storm to fight him under the context that they hired him to make it look like we hired him..."
Sweden opened his mouth to say something when the and suddenly the loud hinges of the creaked, and Iceland paced inside.
"Why don't you just make it look like the German's hired him to push him away from them and back to us?" Iceland's voice was as flat as Norway's and Sweden was quite aware of why the two of them wanted Denmark back.
Norway nodded, rolling his eyes.
"I'm sure they'll find him just as annoying as we do. And will be happy when he isn't bothering them anymore." Iceland brushed a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, and not caring that he was intruding in what was supposed to be a "secret conversation." Norway didn't seem to care either, as he now had his plan in place, and he’d be getting his way.
Sweden simply let out a sigh, picked up his papers, and paced out of the room.
OP
(Anonymous) 2012-01-15 09:37 am (UTC)(link)AA
(Anonymous) 2012-01-17 05:02 am (UTC)(link)This might be one of the first times I've actually tried to play Finland outright, since I can never seem to get him how I want him. xD
But I'm glad you enjoyed it! ;w;
Nordics- The Attack at the Bar [Pt. 2(a)- ??]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-30 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)"Make that two more rounds of beer!"
The sound of Prussia's voice sounded out above almost every voice in the entire bar, and Denmark found himself nodding and laughing loudly in agreement, while Germany sat at the end of the table, chuckling and rolling his eyes.
"Who do you suppose is paying for all of this beer!?" Denmark exclaimed, staring at his empty mug, "I think I've downed about... " The Dane paused as though he was trying to think of a specific number "...A lot of these!"
"I bet you've had over a hundred!" Prussia exclaimed, waving his hands excitedly as two more mugs were placed in front of both him and Denmark.
"This is your last round you two, or else I'm going to be carrying you home..." Germany looked at his own glass, tapping his fingers lightly against the glass. Denmark was happy that it was Germany's day to the be the responsible one, because he hasn't exactly gotten the most pleasant of goodbyes when he left the house earlier in the day, and Norway especially almost seemed to glare at the excitable Dane as walked by.
"Awww, come on, the other guys never let me drink this much!" Denmark exclaimed.
In fact, the more Mathias thought about it...the more he realized that Norway had been giving him the cold shoulder the entire day. And it definitely wasn't his usual cold shoulder either. Usually Norway gave him a simple look of indifference or just completely ignored it, and only shot him glares when he said something stupid. This time it seemed that Norway didn't even want them to be in the same room, and anytime Denmark got near him, he would glare and mutter something under his breath before leaving the room.
Denmark suddenly found himself staring hopelessly at his glass while Prussia quickly downed his. The invasion of those thoughts seemed to sober him up a bit, or at the very least, they made him somber.
"Hey Mathias! You haven't finished ye--"
Prussia looked at the Dane, as well as his glass of beer that was sitting on the bar counter getting warm.
"What’s with the change in mood?!" The Prussian asked, placing his glass on the tabletop, "What are you not supposed'ta be here?!"
"No, it’s not that... It’s that the others wouldn't talk to me at all yesterday really. I don't know what’s wrong with them..." Denmark couldn't think of a single thing he had possibly done wrong.
Germany let out a little cough, causing Denmark to turn towards him.
"Perhaps they don't like all these meetings we've been having together."
"Well that's just silly..." Mathias huffed, "They know I love--"
Just then, Mathias heard the sound of someone busting into the bar. He narrowed his eyes slowly and looked towards the source of the commotion.
A large man had burst into the bar. He was tall, probably around six foot five, and Mathias swore his body was the size of a barge. He had a rather snarly look etched into his face as he scanned the bar and its patrons, grunting slightly when his eyes wandered upon Denmark sitting with Prussia and Germany at a small booth near the bar. He then brushed a tuft of his oily black hair out his face, before he began to barrel through the bar like a brazen bull until he reached the booth of the group.
Denmark looked up at him slowly, and blinked.
Re: Nordics- The Attack at the Bar [Pt. 2(b)- ??]
(Anonymous) 2012-01-30 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)" Yes. I was sent here by someone very close to you, to deliver you, THIS!" He swiftly swung his fist backward before he drove it forward, allowing it to meet directly into the Dane's cheek bone.
Denmark could feel his body go limp and he was sent backwards into Prussia's shoulder.
"Whoa man!" Denmark yelled, "Take it easy! I don't even know you!" He pulled himself upwards, rubbing at his chin. He knew that was going to bruise later, and in a way, that frustrated him.
"Hey! I know you! You're the professional wrestler The Great Norwegian Storm!" Prussia jumped up from his seat with his fingers outstretched, "You're on TV! You're awful at wrestling!" He jumped from his spot while Germany helped pull Denmark upwards, "Why would you be beating on my friend here though?"
The man blinked and moved around Prussia, diving towards Denmark again, only for the two of them to end up in a tangling mass of limbs and random jabs and punches. Sadly enough for the Dane though, the man was a professional, and despite him having been around much longer and having had many, many years of fighting, the past fifty years or so, Denmark really hadn’t gotten into too many scuffles, and had actually gotten to be rather chubby. Well. Chubby according to Norway, Finland, Iceland, and Sweden’s standards. He never was really sure if they were playing around or if he should’ve believed them. Being slightly intoxicated
As Denmark moved to defend himself from the blows and inevitable pinning, he could hear chanting and cheering as a crowd began to form around the fighting mass. Denmark blinked upwards trying to see what was going on around the crowd, and attempted to push the large wrestler off of him, because he knew this was going to look quite bad, but this sad attempt only left him with a rather plump bust to his lip.
Of course Denmark wasn't completely defenseless, and he managed to bring his leg up to the man's crotch, sending the man backwards and off of him. Denmark was then able to gain enough footing to shove forward and swing his fist into directly into the man's brow.
But just as Denmark began to gain the upper-hand, he felt numerous hands beginning to pinch and pull and tug at his sides, until he was being pealed away from the Norwegian Storm and carried outside. His body was then nimbly tossed to the ground, where he hit the sidewalk with a rather intense crash. Another crash nearby him told him that the wrestler had been tossed out as well.
Denmark pulled himself from the sidewalk, and glanced over at the other man enough to see that he had done some damage to the other. A large lump was forming on his brow, and somewhere in the process he had managed to give the guy a bloody nose. But of course he didn't get much of a chance to see, before the other was up and running.
He wasn't exactly sure what had just happened, but regardless of that, in a few moments, Prussia and Germany were standing by his side, helping him to stand up.
"What was that all about?!" Germany exclaimed, his voice laced with irritation, "Getting us kicked out of the bar like that--I- I won't stand for it!" He moved towards Denmark, and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket so that he could use it to wipe up a small trail of blood that was moving down the Dane's face towards his upper lip.
"And attacking you?!" Prussia raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Something tells me this was set up..." Germany shook his head, "I'll look into it, but I think we should get you home first Denmark. You don't look so well."
"Yeah..." Denmark stated, rubbing at his temple, "This wasn't how I was hoping it would turn out..."
Prussia laughed lightly and rubbed the top of Denmark's head, "Of course it isn't! Lets get out of here, okay?"
"We'll definitely be looking into this later." Germany said this without hesitation, which reassured the Dane more than enough, "Even though I think I have an idea as to who is behind this."
"Right." Denmark laughed uneasily, and within in a few moments they were leaving the bar and heading back to Denmark and the other Nordic's home.
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-30 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2012-03-04 11:52 am (UTC)(link)I do hope to see Finland. Maybe as the only sane man?