Disappearance of Denmark ch. 3
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 Chapters: Ch. 1, Ch. 2
Chapter 3: Taking Action
It was raining in London, as was usual for a dreary Tuesday evening. England had been out on a series of errands, and was happy to get back to his dry home. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside, and closed his umbrella.
"I'm back," he said to the air, and he waited for his faerie friends to come and greet him, like they always did. When nothing happened after thirty seconds, England was under the distinct impression that something was wrong.
"Hello?" he called out, walking cautiously into his house. He could almost hear his voice echo, it was so quiet. Yet at the same time, the air seemed to tremble. When he rounded the corner hallway, a green mass jumped out of nowhere and rammed itself into England's torso. England blinked his green eyes. "Flying Mint Bunny? What's wrong?"
The Flying Mint Bunny shook it's head, and looked off toward England's basement.
"An intruder..?" England surmised. It would certainly explain why everyone was hiding.
England pulled his wand out of thin air, arming himself for whoever he might be up against. Creeping to the basement door, he found it was open, along with a trail of water that lead from the back door. England's eyes narrowed, and he descended down the stone stairs toward the dim light he could see at the bottom.
In the basement, only a single candle was lit. There was a silhouette of a person, and England couldn't make out who it was.
"Show yourself!" England cried, and with a wave of his wand all the candles in the room came to life, including the ones around his magic circle on the floor.
"Ah, England... I knocked earlier, but you didn't answer..."
England stared at the man before him. It was Norway. A soaking-wet, wind-strewn Norway, but Norway none the less.
"Bloody hell, Norway... What do you think you're doing? You just let yourself in?" Had he gone mad?
"Yes..." Norway replied absently. "I thought I might finish before you came back."
"Finish what?" England asked warily.
England heard a page turn as Norway said, "Checking to see if any of these spells could have done something to Denmark."
Horrified, England only just realized that Norway had a hold of his book of spells, without which he was nearly powerless. And given their surroundings, the Norwegian could easily do a lot of damage without necessarily meaning to.
"Norway," England said slowly. "Give it here. I don't bloody know who or what Denmark is, but I know if he was a nation that I wouldn't be able to anything as major as erase his existence!"
"You could be lying," Norway hissed, a dangerous look awakening in his eyes as he looked toward England. "Or you don't know... If Denmark's not here, what else could have changed? Everything." Norway backed away from England, clutching the book.
Bloody hell, he was mad.
"Norway," England said quickly. "I'm not lying! I don't have that kind of power!"
"Shut up!" Norway snapped. "You don't know what's going on! There might be a way to save Denmark in here!" Norway slammed his hand onto the pages of the book.
"Norway, you're mental! What are you going to do when it's not there?! Because I can sodding well guarantee that it won't be!"
"Then I'll go see China!" Norway's voice dropped down to a whisper. "There has to be a way... I'm not crazy! Denmark exists! And I need to save him..."
England ran forward and grabbed the front of Norway's shirt, "I don't care about your hallucinations, but you stay the hell away from China!" England pulled back his arm, and punched Norway in the face.
"Let go of me!" At Norway's command, a strong force hit England and sent him stumbling backwards, clutching his gut.
"Dammit, Norway... I didn't want to do this!" England raised his wand. "Patrificus totallus!"
Instantly, Norway's arms and legs sprung together at his sides. England kept his wand locked on Norway as he walked forward and picked up the book that had fallen to the floor. Norway tried to kill with a look, but any curse he might have wanted to cast fell to silent ears.
"Stay put," England said with a smirk, smiling at his own wit, and headed upstairs.
==
Norway waited and waited, but he wasn't permitted to move until Sweden and Finland had come to pick him up. Norway let out a sigh of relief as movement returned to his body. But England merely waved his wand again, and ropes sprang out and bound the Norwegian's arms behind his back. When he moved his arms, his wrists would get rubbed raw. Norway scowled, and then winced. His cheek was swollen from the punch England had given him before.
"I have some questions for you," England explained. "Follow me."
Finland exchanged a look with Sweden, and walked behind Norway up the steps of England's basement. The three of them were led to England's living room, and England gestured to the chair he wanted Norway to sit in. Norway eyed him warily, but he sat in the chair. It was uncomfortable, even if it was an armchair, because Norway's hands were still tied behind his back. England tried to question him, but Norway refused to speak. He only glared at the nation with unwavering eyes. England's patience wore down fast. Finally, England became fed up with the whole situation and forced-fed Norway a few drops of a truth serum.
"Now," England said sitting down opposite Norway. "How did you get from your house in Oslo, to my house in London?"
"Flew," Norway said reluctantly.
"How did you leave without Finland noticing?"
"Had the faeries make a distraction..." Norway grunted past his swollen cheek. "Jumped out the window n' had m' troll bring me here..."
"And why come here?"
" 'Cause... Y' might be able t' save Denmark..." Norway's eyes started to get watery.
"And exactly who is Denmark?"
"He's what I've been sayin' all this time... Nation... friend..." Norway blinked rapidly, but it didn't stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. "I... I loved him, England..."
England only stared at Norway in shock.
"If China disappeared, y'd want to save 'im too..."
"T-This and that are completely unrelated!" England stuttered, fixing his tie. It was well known that the Brit had a crush on the Chinese man for quite some time already. Whether or not China knew, however, was a mystery.
"Y' should tell 'im... 'fore it's too late."
England cleared his throat loudly. "I think that's enough out of you," with a wave of his wand, Norway started to nod off. "Finland, Sweden, I think it would be best if Norway was put under house arrest until his condition improves. I'll try and find the source of his madness."
"I's Denmark, the bastard..." Norway mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.
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A/N: Fun fact! Orignially 'Flying Mint Bunny' was named 'Pokey' and the passage was thus: When he rounded a corner, a flying green mass jumped out of nowhere and rammed itself into England's torso. England blinked his green eyes. "Pokey? What's wrong, girl?"
The dog-like thing with wings shook it's head, and looked off toward England's basement.
I changed it because of the dubbed Hetalia being relased. 'Flying mint bunny' is much better than 'Pokey'. xD And apparently it's a bunny, not a dog. I thought it resembed Hanatamao a bit...
Also, England's wand may have a star at the end but he SO went to Hogwarts. :| Even though he was teased mercilessly for having the star on his wand, he was one of the best students the founders ever taught. That's right. The founders.
Aaaaand final note: I chose England/China because it's my OTP and I'm not changing it just for the sake of other's approval. Those who don't like it, tough luck, but you'll be happy to know it doesn't come up again.
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 Chapters: Ch. 1, Ch. 2
Chapter 3: Taking Action
It was raining in London, as was usual for a dreary Tuesday evening. England had been out on a series of errands, and was happy to get back to his dry home. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside, and closed his umbrella.
"I'm back," he said to the air, and he waited for his faerie friends to come and greet him, like they always did. When nothing happened after thirty seconds, England was under the distinct impression that something was wrong.
"Hello?" he called out, walking cautiously into his house. He could almost hear his voice echo, it was so quiet. Yet at the same time, the air seemed to tremble. When he rounded the corner hallway, a green mass jumped out of nowhere and rammed itself into England's torso. England blinked his green eyes. "Flying Mint Bunny? What's wrong?"
The Flying Mint Bunny shook it's head, and looked off toward England's basement.
"An intruder..?" England surmised. It would certainly explain why everyone was hiding.
England pulled his wand out of thin air, arming himself for whoever he might be up against. Creeping to the basement door, he found it was open, along with a trail of water that lead from the back door. England's eyes narrowed, and he descended down the stone stairs toward the dim light he could see at the bottom.
In the basement, only a single candle was lit. There was a silhouette of a person, and England couldn't make out who it was.
"Show yourself!" England cried, and with a wave of his wand all the candles in the room came to life, including the ones around his magic circle on the floor.
"Ah, England... I knocked earlier, but you didn't answer..."
England stared at the man before him. It was Norway. A soaking-wet, wind-strewn Norway, but Norway none the less.
"Bloody hell, Norway... What do you think you're doing? You just let yourself in?" Had he gone mad?
"Yes..." Norway replied absently. "I thought I might finish before you came back."
"Finish what?" England asked warily.
England heard a page turn as Norway said, "Checking to see if any of these spells could have done something to Denmark."
Horrified, England only just realized that Norway had a hold of his book of spells, without which he was nearly powerless. And given their surroundings, the Norwegian could easily do a lot of damage without necessarily meaning to.
"Norway," England said slowly. "Give it here. I don't bloody know who or what Denmark is, but I know if he was a nation that I wouldn't be able to anything as major as erase his existence!"
"You could be lying," Norway hissed, a dangerous look awakening in his eyes as he looked toward England. "Or you don't know... If Denmark's not here, what else could have changed? Everything." Norway backed away from England, clutching the book.
Bloody hell, he was mad.
"Norway," England said quickly. "I'm not lying! I don't have that kind of power!"
"Shut up!" Norway snapped. "You don't know what's going on! There might be a way to save Denmark in here!" Norway slammed his hand onto the pages of the book.
"Norway, you're mental! What are you going to do when it's not there?! Because I can sodding well guarantee that it won't be!"
"Then I'll go see China!" Norway's voice dropped down to a whisper. "There has to be a way... I'm not crazy! Denmark exists! And I need to save him..."
England ran forward and grabbed the front of Norway's shirt, "I don't care about your hallucinations, but you stay the hell away from China!" England pulled back his arm, and punched Norway in the face.
"Let go of me!" At Norway's command, a strong force hit England and sent him stumbling backwards, clutching his gut.
"Dammit, Norway... I didn't want to do this!" England raised his wand. "Patrificus totallus!"
Instantly, Norway's arms and legs sprung together at his sides. England kept his wand locked on Norway as he walked forward and picked up the book that had fallen to the floor. Norway tried to kill with a look, but any curse he might have wanted to cast fell to silent ears.
"Stay put," England said with a smirk, smiling at his own wit, and headed upstairs.
==
Norway waited and waited, but he wasn't permitted to move until Sweden and Finland had come to pick him up. Norway let out a sigh of relief as movement returned to his body. But England merely waved his wand again, and ropes sprang out and bound the Norwegian's arms behind his back. When he moved his arms, his wrists would get rubbed raw. Norway scowled, and then winced. His cheek was swollen from the punch England had given him before.
"I have some questions for you," England explained. "Follow me."
Finland exchanged a look with Sweden, and walked behind Norway up the steps of England's basement. The three of them were led to England's living room, and England gestured to the chair he wanted Norway to sit in. Norway eyed him warily, but he sat in the chair. It was uncomfortable, even if it was an armchair, because Norway's hands were still tied behind his back. England tried to question him, but Norway refused to speak. He only glared at the nation with unwavering eyes. England's patience wore down fast. Finally, England became fed up with the whole situation and forced-fed Norway a few drops of a truth serum.
"Now," England said sitting down opposite Norway. "How did you get from your house in Oslo, to my house in London?"
"Flew," Norway said reluctantly.
"How did you leave without Finland noticing?"
"Had the faeries make a distraction..." Norway grunted past his swollen cheek. "Jumped out the window n' had m' troll bring me here..."
"And why come here?"
" 'Cause... Y' might be able t' save Denmark..." Norway's eyes started to get watery.
"And exactly who is Denmark?"
"He's what I've been sayin' all this time... Nation... friend..." Norway blinked rapidly, but it didn't stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. "I... I loved him, England..."
England only stared at Norway in shock.
"If China disappeared, y'd want to save 'im too..."
"T-This and that are completely unrelated!" England stuttered, fixing his tie. It was well known that the Brit had a crush on the Chinese man for quite some time already. Whether or not China knew, however, was a mystery.
"Y' should tell 'im... 'fore it's too late."
England cleared his throat loudly. "I think that's enough out of you," with a wave of his wand, Norway started to nod off. "Finland, Sweden, I think it would be best if Norway was put under house arrest until his condition improves. I'll try and find the source of his madness."
"I's Denmark, the bastard..." Norway mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.
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A/N: Fun fact! Orignially 'Flying Mint Bunny' was named 'Pokey' and the passage was thus: When he rounded a corner, a flying green mass jumped out of nowhere and rammed itself into England's torso. England blinked his green eyes. "Pokey? What's wrong, girl?"
The dog-like thing with wings shook it's head, and looked off toward England's basement.
I changed it because of the dubbed Hetalia being relased. 'Flying mint bunny' is much better than 'Pokey'. xD And apparently it's a bunny, not a dog. I thought it resembed Hanatamao a bit...
Also, England's wand may have a star at the end but he SO went to Hogwarts. :| Even though he was teased mercilessly for having the star on his wand, he was one of the best students the founders ever taught. That's right. The founders.
Aaaaand final note: I chose England/China because it's my OTP and I'm not changing it just for the sake of other's approval. Those who don't like it, tough luck, but you'll be happy to know it doesn't come up again.