Disappearance of Denmark Ch. 1
Title: Disappearance of Denmark
Author: ASEies (AmeUmi36@Deviantart)
Rating: T (there are slightly mature scenes in later chapters)
Characters: (main) Norway, Iceland, Finland, Sweden, Denmark, (secondary) OC!Greenland, England, Prussia
Couples: Denmark/Norway, Sweden/Finland, Hinted Greenland/Iceland, Hinted England/China
Warnings: Angst, OCs, an extremely long fic
Notes: The story is already finished, and only needs to be typed up. I will be posting this weekly until the end.
Also, very loosely based on the Disappearance of Suzumia Haruhi
Summary: Norway wakes up one day and finds out that nobody remembers who Denmark is, and the history books are against him. Norway searches for the truth and fights to show that he is, in fact, sane...
Chapter 1: Disappearance
Something was wrong.
Norway could tell as soon as he slammed the snooze button on his alarm clock. This rotten taste in his mouth never boded well for his day. Slowly, he gathered enough energy to sit up in his bed. He stared into space for a few minutes before he noticed a tiny tugging at his sleeve.
"G'mornin' Hallbjørg," Norway grumbled, managing a small smile for his faerie friend.
Norway stretched his arms above his head, and finally felt motivated enough to get up. He still felt like something just wasn't right. He loosely pondered this while heading to the kitchen, but when he found his thoughts running in circles he decided that whatever it was could wait until after coffee.
However, after fully awakening, Norway pushed the odd feeling out of his mind to make way for a more pressing matter: the world meeting he had to get to today. Thankfully he had packed last night, but it was still a hassle to get to the airport. And before that, it'd probably be a good idea to get dressed. Yes.
Norway drained his current cup of coffee, and headed back upstairs to his room. He threw on the usual sailor garb, clipped the hair on the left side of his face into place, and put his hat on his head. There, now he was ready.
On his way out, Norway went to grab another cup of coffee for the road. That was when he noticed two unheard messages on his answering machine. He stared at the lit red light for a few seconds. 'If someone left a message when I wasn't here,' he reasoned, 'and I don't listen to it, it's as if I never came back. So they can wait.' Thus, having his coffee, Norway headed out the door, to the airport.
As he was getting off the plane, Norway filed into the massive crowd that filled the Austrian port in Vienna. People busily moved from place to place and Norway felt perfectly at peace moving through this sea. A patch of silver in a sea of blonds and browns caught Norway's eye, and as he approached he saw the back of his little brother's head, covered in silver hair. Judging by his brown coat, Iceland probably had his usual dress shirt and bowtie. Norway wondered if he missed a button on his shirt again.
"Island!" Norway called out.
Iceland turned around at the sound of his name, and gave his brother a small smile, "It's good to see you, Noregur. We have good timing."
"We do," Norway returned the smile. Iceland's collar was off. His buttons were all a hole too low. "How have you been?"
"I've been feeling better recently," Iceland patted his chest. "It might be a while still before it goes completely away, but I've really cleared the main hurtle now."
As they continued on their way, they discovered they both chose to return to their respective countries in the morning, rather than returning during the night. Even if Iceland was getting over his cold, Norway felt obligated to let his little brother share a hotel room with him. They reserved their room, and headed straight for the meeting after dropping off their luggage.
Iceland and Norway were the first of the five Nordic countries to arrive to the meeting, so they sat in their designated area, and waited for the others. Most of the other countries had already arrived, and one by one (or, more often, pair by pair), the seats were filled with their designated countries. Sweden and Finland unsurprisingly arrived together. Sweden sat down first, on the other side of Iceland. He turned his intimidating gaze upon each of them in turn and looked them in the eye. Giving a curt nod and a grunt, he was satisfied with his greeting. As Finland sat down, he gave the brothers each a smile, rounding his face even more than usual.
"We're lucky to have such nice weather," he said conversationally. "I heard Vienna has been having a raining streak lately."
As time went on, Norway idly wondered if Denmark had forgotten about the meeting, or was stupid enough to get drunk last night and planned to skip the meeting because of a hangover. Sighing, Norway had just started to reach for the phone his pocket when--
"Never fear, the awesome me has arrived!"
Prussia had decided to crash the world meeting. Again.
The rest of the room stared at the albino, and watched him make his way over to the remaining seat (which happened to be the one beside Norway). "So," Prussia said, putting his muddy boots on the table and leaning back in his chair. "We gonna start, Prissy-Pants?"
Austria huffed and stood to start the meeting, "I suppose we should now that everybody is present."
Norway blinked. It wasn't like Austria to miscount. It was surprising enough that Austria didn't throw out Prussia the second he walked into the door.
"What about Danmark?" Norway spoke up.
The other nations glanced at the normally quiet country with looks of confusion on their faces. Austria cleared his throat and spoke directly to Norway, "Guests are not allowed at world meetings, Norwegen. I thought after all these years you'd know this."
Norway's brow furrowed. Guest? What was he talking about? "I don't have any guests, I'm talking about Danmark, the country." Blank stares greeted his words once again, and a few looks of concern as well. Norway had a very sinking feeling that these looks were genuine.
"I've never heard of it," America spoke up. "Sounds a lot like that one pastry though! What was it... a danish!"
"Denmark," Norway repeated using the English name, a confused panic was starting to rise in him. "The small country above Germany. How can you all not know him? He's been to many world meetings before."
"I do not recall meeting such a country under the name of Danmark OR Denmark," Austria replied. "However, the country that is geographically above Deutchland is the man next to you. Preußen."
"Yeah man," Norway's eyes opened wide and he turned quickly to the Prussian beside him. "Don't just go and give away my thunder like that! I might be a lot smaller than I was before, but I'm no... what'd you say? Dane-mark? Ha! Even the name's lame~"
The lump in Norway's throat only continued to grow. Nobody was making sense. Of course there's a Denmark! History can prove it!
Norway stood up, slamming his hand on the desk, "England! Back when we were Vikings, we used to raid your house all the time. You don't remember that? What about Hamlet? 'Something's rotten in the state of Denmark'?" England only gave him a bewildered stare as an answer. Norway turned his attention elsewhere. "Germany! You invaded Denmark during World War II, and he surrendered the same day! Japan! You just beat Denmark in the World Cup last year!" Japan jumped at his name, and his brow furrowed in confusion.
China stood up, "Stop harassing us with figment of imagination, aru. Nothing you say is true, aru."
"Come off it!" Norway snapped. "You borrowed the Little Mermaid statue from Denmark last year! All of you are acting strange -- tell them who Denmark is, guys!" Norway turned to his fellow Nordic nations for support, but realized in horror that they too were looking at him with confused and worried expressions.
Finland was stuttering over Norway's name, not sure what he was being called upon to do. Sweden was staring with a look of concern, and Iceland stood up and put a hand on Norway's shoulder.
"Noregur, everything you've said... that was all Prússland."
"Seriously Norwegen," Prussia said from his seat. "I can't believe you think all those awesome things I did were someone else! You sick or something?"
Norway stared from Prussia to Iceland to Finland and Sweden. "But... The Kalamar Union... the Denmark-Norway union... You don't...?"
"Prússland was in the Kalamar Union," Iceland said a calm voice, but a wavering note suggested he felt otherwise. "And afterward there was the Prussia-Norway union. Norway, are you feeling okay?" Iceland felt Norway's forehead for a fever.
Austria cleared his throat, "I believe Norwegen is too confused to be able to handle the current matters at hand. Island, would you please escort him to a place where he can gather his thoughts and come to his senses?"
Iceland nodded, and led Norway out the door. Norway's head was spinning, and he couldn't understand what was going on. That was the only reason he didn't protest and continue to fight his case. Once they were outside the building, Norway stopped and held his head.
"Island... Do you think I'm crazy?"
The younger nation stared at his older brother with his violet eyes. "I don't know. You're at least confused."
Norway looked to the ground. "I... I think you all have gone crazy. Danmark is... Danmark is..." So many words came to mind, Norway couldn't even fathom where to begin. Norway rubbed his forehead, a headache setting in. "This isn't a dream... right?"
"Hm, let's see," Iceland grabbed Norway's cheeks and pulled them apart to make an amusing sight.
Norway slapped his hands away, "Stop that!"
"Seems pretty real to me," Iceland said, withdrawing his hands. "How about we go back to the hotel. We can look up this 'Denmark' and see who's crazy or not."
Norway didn't particularly like the way it was phrased, but he slowly nodded. He needed to get his facts straight, and the internet seemed like a good place to start. When they returned to their hotel room, Iceland pulled out his laptop, and opened Wikipedia.
"Go wild," he said, handing the laptop to Norway.
Norway looked up all the different events he had mentioned earlier, and sure enough every one had been credited to Prussia. Each time he searched something new, his heart sank more and his hope dwindled. When he searched 'Denmark', there was only a small page about some conspiracy theory, and most of the information was wrong. His mouth dry, Norway tried a few sites from Google, but still, everything came up Prussia. When he handed the laptop back to Iceland, Norway felt lifeless.
"Could you... leave me alone for a while?" Norway said to the floor.
Norway could feel Iceland's stare on him a few seconds before he said, "Alright. I'll be right outside if you need me." Norway gave a small nod in response, not looking away from the spot on the floor. He heard the door opening, and then closing with a click as the door locked into place.
What was going on? Denmark existed! He had to! Norway had thousands of years of memories to prove it! So did everyone else-- why couldn't they remember! Why Prussia...! If it was Prussia all this time, then why couldn't he remember him? Who was the Denmark in his memories? The lazy bastard that would always come over when he was drunk? Where was the man who would get himself into hopeless fights and run to Norway for support? Where was the nation who's arms always supported him when he was hurt or emotionally compromised? Where was... Why was the floor blurry? This isn't.. He wasn't crying..
Norway let out a quiet sob and felt like kicking himself as tears rolled down his cheeks. Why was the disappearance of the Dane so upsetting? Wasn't Norway cursing his very existence every time he was within earshot? Why now.. now that everything... Norway fell back onto the bed, and stared at the ceiling without actually looking. No, he had known. He had known and was too stubborn to say anything. His stupid pride got in the way... And now it seemed like he could never tell Denmark... could never tell him that he loved him.
A/N: I have no idea what the unions are called in their respective languages, so for simplicity's sake, the unions are all spoken in English so everyone can understand each other. /shot
Author: ASEies (AmeUmi36@Deviantart)
Rating: T (there are slightly mature scenes in later chapters)
Characters: (main) Norway, Iceland, Finland, Sweden, Denmark, (secondary) OC!Greenland, England, Prussia
Couples: Denmark/Norway, Sweden/Finland, Hinted Greenland/Iceland, Hinted England/China
Warnings: Angst, OCs, an extremely long fic
Notes: The story is already finished, and only needs to be typed up. I will be posting this weekly until the end.
Also, very loosely based on the Disappearance of Suzumia Haruhi
Summary: Norway wakes up one day and finds out that nobody remembers who Denmark is, and the history books are against him. Norway searches for the truth and fights to show that he is, in fact, sane...
Chapter 1: Disappearance
Something was wrong.
Norway could tell as soon as he slammed the snooze button on his alarm clock. This rotten taste in his mouth never boded well for his day. Slowly, he gathered enough energy to sit up in his bed. He stared into space for a few minutes before he noticed a tiny tugging at his sleeve.
"G'mornin' Hallbjørg," Norway grumbled, managing a small smile for his faerie friend.
Norway stretched his arms above his head, and finally felt motivated enough to get up. He still felt like something just wasn't right. He loosely pondered this while heading to the kitchen, but when he found his thoughts running in circles he decided that whatever it was could wait until after coffee.
However, after fully awakening, Norway pushed the odd feeling out of his mind to make way for a more pressing matter: the world meeting he had to get to today. Thankfully he had packed last night, but it was still a hassle to get to the airport. And before that, it'd probably be a good idea to get dressed. Yes.
Norway drained his current cup of coffee, and headed back upstairs to his room. He threw on the usual sailor garb, clipped the hair on the left side of his face into place, and put his hat on his head. There, now he was ready.
On his way out, Norway went to grab another cup of coffee for the road. That was when he noticed two unheard messages on his answering machine. He stared at the lit red light for a few seconds. 'If someone left a message when I wasn't here,' he reasoned, 'and I don't listen to it, it's as if I never came back. So they can wait.' Thus, having his coffee, Norway headed out the door, to the airport.
As he was getting off the plane, Norway filed into the massive crowd that filled the Austrian port in Vienna. People busily moved from place to place and Norway felt perfectly at peace moving through this sea. A patch of silver in a sea of blonds and browns caught Norway's eye, and as he approached he saw the back of his little brother's head, covered in silver hair. Judging by his brown coat, Iceland probably had his usual dress shirt and bowtie. Norway wondered if he missed a button on his shirt again.
"Island!" Norway called out.
Iceland turned around at the sound of his name, and gave his brother a small smile, "It's good to see you, Noregur. We have good timing."
"We do," Norway returned the smile. Iceland's collar was off. His buttons were all a hole too low. "How have you been?"
"I've been feeling better recently," Iceland patted his chest. "It might be a while still before it goes completely away, but I've really cleared the main hurtle now."
As they continued on their way, they discovered they both chose to return to their respective countries in the morning, rather than returning during the night. Even if Iceland was getting over his cold, Norway felt obligated to let his little brother share a hotel room with him. They reserved their room, and headed straight for the meeting after dropping off their luggage.
Iceland and Norway were the first of the five Nordic countries to arrive to the meeting, so they sat in their designated area, and waited for the others. Most of the other countries had already arrived, and one by one (or, more often, pair by pair), the seats were filled with their designated countries. Sweden and Finland unsurprisingly arrived together. Sweden sat down first, on the other side of Iceland. He turned his intimidating gaze upon each of them in turn and looked them in the eye. Giving a curt nod and a grunt, he was satisfied with his greeting. As Finland sat down, he gave the brothers each a smile, rounding his face even more than usual.
"We're lucky to have such nice weather," he said conversationally. "I heard Vienna has been having a raining streak lately."
As time went on, Norway idly wondered if Denmark had forgotten about the meeting, or was stupid enough to get drunk last night and planned to skip the meeting because of a hangover. Sighing, Norway had just started to reach for the phone his pocket when--
"Never fear, the awesome me has arrived!"
Prussia had decided to crash the world meeting. Again.
The rest of the room stared at the albino, and watched him make his way over to the remaining seat (which happened to be the one beside Norway). "So," Prussia said, putting his muddy boots on the table and leaning back in his chair. "We gonna start, Prissy-Pants?"
Austria huffed and stood to start the meeting, "I suppose we should now that everybody is present."
Norway blinked. It wasn't like Austria to miscount. It was surprising enough that Austria didn't throw out Prussia the second he walked into the door.
"What about Danmark?" Norway spoke up.
The other nations glanced at the normally quiet country with looks of confusion on their faces. Austria cleared his throat and spoke directly to Norway, "Guests are not allowed at world meetings, Norwegen. I thought after all these years you'd know this."
Norway's brow furrowed. Guest? What was he talking about? "I don't have any guests, I'm talking about Danmark, the country." Blank stares greeted his words once again, and a few looks of concern as well. Norway had a very sinking feeling that these looks were genuine.
"I've never heard of it," America spoke up. "Sounds a lot like that one pastry though! What was it... a danish!"
"Denmark," Norway repeated using the English name, a confused panic was starting to rise in him. "The small country above Germany. How can you all not know him? He's been to many world meetings before."
"I do not recall meeting such a country under the name of Danmark OR Denmark," Austria replied. "However, the country that is geographically above Deutchland is the man next to you. Preußen."
"Yeah man," Norway's eyes opened wide and he turned quickly to the Prussian beside him. "Don't just go and give away my thunder like that! I might be a lot smaller than I was before, but I'm no... what'd you say? Dane-mark? Ha! Even the name's lame~"
The lump in Norway's throat only continued to grow. Nobody was making sense. Of course there's a Denmark! History can prove it!
Norway stood up, slamming his hand on the desk, "England! Back when we were Vikings, we used to raid your house all the time. You don't remember that? What about Hamlet? 'Something's rotten in the state of Denmark'?" England only gave him a bewildered stare as an answer. Norway turned his attention elsewhere. "Germany! You invaded Denmark during World War II, and he surrendered the same day! Japan! You just beat Denmark in the World Cup last year!" Japan jumped at his name, and his brow furrowed in confusion.
China stood up, "Stop harassing us with figment of imagination, aru. Nothing you say is true, aru."
"Come off it!" Norway snapped. "You borrowed the Little Mermaid statue from Denmark last year! All of you are acting strange -- tell them who Denmark is, guys!" Norway turned to his fellow Nordic nations for support, but realized in horror that they too were looking at him with confused and worried expressions.
Finland was stuttering over Norway's name, not sure what he was being called upon to do. Sweden was staring with a look of concern, and Iceland stood up and put a hand on Norway's shoulder.
"Noregur, everything you've said... that was all Prússland."
"Seriously Norwegen," Prussia said from his seat. "I can't believe you think all those awesome things I did were someone else! You sick or something?"
Norway stared from Prussia to Iceland to Finland and Sweden. "But... The Kalamar Union... the Denmark-Norway union... You don't...?"
"Prússland was in the Kalamar Union," Iceland said a calm voice, but a wavering note suggested he felt otherwise. "And afterward there was the Prussia-Norway union. Norway, are you feeling okay?" Iceland felt Norway's forehead for a fever.
Austria cleared his throat, "I believe Norwegen is too confused to be able to handle the current matters at hand. Island, would you please escort him to a place where he can gather his thoughts and come to his senses?"
Iceland nodded, and led Norway out the door. Norway's head was spinning, and he couldn't understand what was going on. That was the only reason he didn't protest and continue to fight his case. Once they were outside the building, Norway stopped and held his head.
"Island... Do you think I'm crazy?"
The younger nation stared at his older brother with his violet eyes. "I don't know. You're at least confused."
Norway looked to the ground. "I... I think you all have gone crazy. Danmark is... Danmark is..." So many words came to mind, Norway couldn't even fathom where to begin. Norway rubbed his forehead, a headache setting in. "This isn't a dream... right?"
"Hm, let's see," Iceland grabbed Norway's cheeks and pulled them apart to make an amusing sight.
Norway slapped his hands away, "Stop that!"
"Seems pretty real to me," Iceland said, withdrawing his hands. "How about we go back to the hotel. We can look up this 'Denmark' and see who's crazy or not."
Norway didn't particularly like the way it was phrased, but he slowly nodded. He needed to get his facts straight, and the internet seemed like a good place to start. When they returned to their hotel room, Iceland pulled out his laptop, and opened Wikipedia.
"Go wild," he said, handing the laptop to Norway.
Norway looked up all the different events he had mentioned earlier, and sure enough every one had been credited to Prussia. Each time he searched something new, his heart sank more and his hope dwindled. When he searched 'Denmark', there was only a small page about some conspiracy theory, and most of the information was wrong. His mouth dry, Norway tried a few sites from Google, but still, everything came up Prussia. When he handed the laptop back to Iceland, Norway felt lifeless.
"Could you... leave me alone for a while?" Norway said to the floor.
Norway could feel Iceland's stare on him a few seconds before he said, "Alright. I'll be right outside if you need me." Norway gave a small nod in response, not looking away from the spot on the floor. He heard the door opening, and then closing with a click as the door locked into place.
What was going on? Denmark existed! He had to! Norway had thousands of years of memories to prove it! So did everyone else-- why couldn't they remember! Why Prussia...! If it was Prussia all this time, then why couldn't he remember him? Who was the Denmark in his memories? The lazy bastard that would always come over when he was drunk? Where was the man who would get himself into hopeless fights and run to Norway for support? Where was the nation who's arms always supported him when he was hurt or emotionally compromised? Where was... Why was the floor blurry? This isn't.. He wasn't crying..
Norway let out a quiet sob and felt like kicking himself as tears rolled down his cheeks. Why was the disappearance of the Dane so upsetting? Wasn't Norway cursing his very existence every time he was within earshot? Why now.. now that everything... Norway fell back onto the bed, and stared at the ceiling without actually looking. No, he had known. He had known and was too stubborn to say anything. His stupid pride got in the way... And now it seemed like he could never tell Denmark... could never tell him that he loved him.
A/N: I have no idea what the unions are called in their respective languages, so for simplicity's sake, the unions are all spoken in English so everyone can understand each other. /shot