Disappearance of Denmark Ch. 2
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...
PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Chapter 2: Distance
Iceland glanced over to Norway's sleeping frame. He had been out cold for several hours. He knew the Norwegian liked his sleep, but this was overkill. The meeting had ended yesterday, and Iceland was currently sifting through the notes that Finland had been kind enough to take for them. Suddenly, a rustling of sheets and a groan announced Norway's awakening.
"What time is it?" Norway asked groggily as he rubbed his eyes.
Iceland took his eyes off of his brother only long enough to read, "Nine AM."
Norway's eyes shot open, and stared at Iceland. Apparently he was as surprised as Iceland was that he had slept so long.
"How are you feeling?" Iceland asked, setting the notes aside.
"Like shit." Hell, it seemed like Norway didn't even remember going to sleep.
Iceland moved to sit next to Norway, and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Still on about that Denmark guy?"
"He's not just some guy--" Norway snapped, pulling out of Iceland's grip. "He's--" But Norway stopped, probably realizing from Iceland's worried expression that it was pointless, and sighed. "Just forget about it."
Iceland continued to stare at Norway, but in the end he just sat where he was, silently cursing his inability to do more. The silence was awkward, but Norway didn't seem like he felt the need to break it. Not that he did usually, but when Iceland was floundering for a reason for his brother's lack of consistent memory, it was rather annoying. Iceland opened and closed his mouth, unable to actually say anything. Finally, a heavy sigh came from Norway, and he said in a dead tone to the floor, "Let's go home."
Iceland nodded even if Norway wasn't looking, and stood up to gather their things together. Norway sat where he was and continued to stare at the same spot on the floor. Iceland couldn't imagine what must be going through his mind right now. He kept an eye on Norway as he put yesterday's clothes into his bag. It didn't look like Norway was planning to change. As far as he knew, nothing like this had ever happened to any of the other nations, and a question had been burning an Iceland's mind since yesterday.
"Will you..." but the words 'get better' died in Iceland's throat, and he quickly substituted, "Do you want some coffee?"
"It doesn't matter," Norway replied, standing up and absently gathering extra belongings together.
That was the last straw. Something was definitely up. Norway had had coffee in the morning every day since they entered into the modern era. It was a necessity for him. Saying he didn't care if he had coffee was like a fish saying it didn't care if it was out of water.
"I'll.. I'll go get some," he said hurriedly. "Wait here, okay?"
Iceland backed into the door, keeping his eye on Norway until the last possible second. Then, he turned the handle and shut the door as quietly as he could. He ran down the hall and whipped out his cell phone. Without wasting any time, he dialed Sweden and Finland's house. Who else could he talk to about it?
"Hello?" It was Finland.
"Hello, it's Ísland," Iceland said, plugging one finger over his free ear, and glancing back to Norway's room.
"Oh! Islanti, how's Norja?" concern was clearly audible in his voice.
"Worse," Iceland reported. "He's depressed now... He's really convinced this Denmark guy existed! What do I do...? He doesn't even want coffee!"
"This doesn't seem good..." Finland mumbled. "For now, just stay with him. Make sure he doesn't do anything drastic... Sve and I will be over tomorrow to help you. I wonder what could have happened..."
"I don't know..." Iceland replied gloomily. "But that plan sounds good. I'll stay over at his house and keep an eye on him. I'm kinda scared to leave him alone right now..." Iceland glanced at the door again.
"Is Norway with you now?"
"No, I'm in the hallway..."
"You'd better get back to him then. A depressed nation is never a good thing. It'll start affecting his people soon."
"Yeah," Iceland nodded. "I'll get back to him as soon as I can."
"Good luck."
"Thanks," Iceland hung up the phone, and was about to head back to the room when he remembered he had told Norway he was going to get him some coffee. Cursing under his breath, he hurried downstairs to quickly buy some. He didn't want to upset Norway any more than he already was.
When Iceland returned, all of the bags had been neatly packed, and Norway was standing at the window, looking out over the people. He had changed clothes, now in a casual striped collared shirt and slacks. Iceland approached with caution, and offered the coffee tentatively, "Here..."
Norway looked at the cup blankly, and after a few moments, took it from Iceland. "Thanks."
Iceland was slightly relieved. At least he hadn't gone completely insane yet...
==
Norway was onto their tricks. Each day another Nordic would come over to his house, find some excuse to spend the night, then switch off with another in the morning. He was supposedly crazy -- not stupid. They didn't trust him alone. It was understandable, but it was really getting on Norway's nerves. He was busily looking through his personal library, looking for something that might have happened to Denmark. Five days later, and he still hadn't found anything, even though he looked through every book he had owned. Including Hamlet, which really was now subtitled "Prince of Prussia". It sounded like a movie America would make. Norway also noticed that Denmark was mysteriously missing from all of his photo albums and was replaced with Prussia. It was a horrifying substitution.
And still, there were those moments where Finland or Iceland would notice a photo he was looking at and tell a familiar story about it, conveniently leaving Denmark out of it. Norway wished they would just leave him alone. He couldn't think with them hovering all the time.
"Norway, are you--"
"I'm fine."
"Are you--"
"Yes, I'm sure, Finland."
Circles and circles. That's the only direction anyone was going in Norway's house right now, and Norway knew he had to break it... Somewhere in his mind, he came to a decision.
--
A/N: Apparently, Finnish name for Sweden is Ruotsi. Since I can't expect people to know this, I didn't try and make a nickname out of that name, and instead stuck to the more popular 'Sve'. I do not approve of 'Su-san' in my fanfics. >:| /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...
PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Chapter 2: Distance
Iceland glanced over to Norway's sleeping frame. He had been out cold for several hours. He knew the Norwegian liked his sleep, but this was overkill. The meeting had ended yesterday, and Iceland was currently sifting through the notes that Finland had been kind enough to take for them. Suddenly, a rustling of sheets and a groan announced Norway's awakening.
"What time is it?" Norway asked groggily as he rubbed his eyes.
Iceland took his eyes off of his brother only long enough to read, "Nine AM."
Norway's eyes shot open, and stared at Iceland. Apparently he was as surprised as Iceland was that he had slept so long.
"How are you feeling?" Iceland asked, setting the notes aside.
"Like shit." Hell, it seemed like Norway didn't even remember going to sleep.
Iceland moved to sit next to Norway, and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Still on about that Denmark guy?"
"He's not just some guy--" Norway snapped, pulling out of Iceland's grip. "He's--" But Norway stopped, probably realizing from Iceland's worried expression that it was pointless, and sighed. "Just forget about it."
Iceland continued to stare at Norway, but in the end he just sat where he was, silently cursing his inability to do more. The silence was awkward, but Norway didn't seem like he felt the need to break it. Not that he did usually, but when Iceland was floundering for a reason for his brother's lack of consistent memory, it was rather annoying. Iceland opened and closed his mouth, unable to actually say anything. Finally, a heavy sigh came from Norway, and he said in a dead tone to the floor, "Let's go home."
Iceland nodded even if Norway wasn't looking, and stood up to gather their things together. Norway sat where he was and continued to stare at the same spot on the floor. Iceland couldn't imagine what must be going through his mind right now. He kept an eye on Norway as he put yesterday's clothes into his bag. It didn't look like Norway was planning to change. As far as he knew, nothing like this had ever happened to any of the other nations, and a question had been burning an Iceland's mind since yesterday.
"Will you..." but the words 'get better' died in Iceland's throat, and he quickly substituted, "Do you want some coffee?"
"It doesn't matter," Norway replied, standing up and absently gathering extra belongings together.
That was the last straw. Something was definitely up. Norway had had coffee in the morning every day since they entered into the modern era. It was a necessity for him. Saying he didn't care if he had coffee was like a fish saying it didn't care if it was out of water.
"I'll.. I'll go get some," he said hurriedly. "Wait here, okay?"
Iceland backed into the door, keeping his eye on Norway until the last possible second. Then, he turned the handle and shut the door as quietly as he could. He ran down the hall and whipped out his cell phone. Without wasting any time, he dialed Sweden and Finland's house. Who else could he talk to about it?
"Hello?" It was Finland.
"Hello, it's Ísland," Iceland said, plugging one finger over his free ear, and glancing back to Norway's room.
"Oh! Islanti, how's Norja?" concern was clearly audible in his voice.
"Worse," Iceland reported. "He's depressed now... He's really convinced this Denmark guy existed! What do I do...? He doesn't even want coffee!"
"This doesn't seem good..." Finland mumbled. "For now, just stay with him. Make sure he doesn't do anything drastic... Sve and I will be over tomorrow to help you. I wonder what could have happened..."
"I don't know..." Iceland replied gloomily. "But that plan sounds good. I'll stay over at his house and keep an eye on him. I'm kinda scared to leave him alone right now..." Iceland glanced at the door again.
"Is Norway with you now?"
"No, I'm in the hallway..."
"You'd better get back to him then. A depressed nation is never a good thing. It'll start affecting his people soon."
"Yeah," Iceland nodded. "I'll get back to him as soon as I can."
"Good luck."
"Thanks," Iceland hung up the phone, and was about to head back to the room when he remembered he had told Norway he was going to get him some coffee. Cursing under his breath, he hurried downstairs to quickly buy some. He didn't want to upset Norway any more than he already was.
When Iceland returned, all of the bags had been neatly packed, and Norway was standing at the window, looking out over the people. He had changed clothes, now in a casual striped collared shirt and slacks. Iceland approached with caution, and offered the coffee tentatively, "Here..."
Norway looked at the cup blankly, and after a few moments, took it from Iceland. "Thanks."
Iceland was slightly relieved. At least he hadn't gone completely insane yet...
==
Norway was onto their tricks. Each day another Nordic would come over to his house, find some excuse to spend the night, then switch off with another in the morning. He was supposedly crazy -- not stupid. They didn't trust him alone. It was understandable, but it was really getting on Norway's nerves. He was busily looking through his personal library, looking for something that might have happened to Denmark. Five days later, and he still hadn't found anything, even though he looked through every book he had owned. Including Hamlet, which really was now subtitled "Prince of Prussia". It sounded like a movie America would make. Norway also noticed that Denmark was mysteriously missing from all of his photo albums and was replaced with Prussia. It was a horrifying substitution.
And still, there were those moments where Finland or Iceland would notice a photo he was looking at and tell a familiar story about it, conveniently leaving Denmark out of it. Norway wished they would just leave him alone. He couldn't think with them hovering all the time.
"Norway, are you--"
"I'm fine."
"Are you--"
"Yes, I'm sure, Finland."
Circles and circles. That's the only direction anyone was going in Norway's house right now, and Norway knew he had to break it... Somewhere in his mind, he came to a decision.
--
A/N: Apparently, Finnish name for Sweden is Ruotsi. Since I can't expect people to know this, I didn't try and make a nickname out of that name, and instead stuck to the more popular 'Sve'. I do not approve of 'Su-san' in my fanfics. >:| /shot