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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(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) 2012-03-04 11:52 am (UTC)(link)I do hope to see Finland. Maybe as the only sane man?