Reading classes needed [2/8]
anonymous
August 15 2009, 12:49:17 UTC
How someone was unable to tell the difference between the spelling of "England" and the spelling of "Norge" still remains a mystery to this day - either way England never came across this sample of potion of which he was so familiar with.
Norway, however, found himself frowning a few times at his water bottle, almost certain that something was different. Still, he settled with realising that the water had been tapped nearly five days ago and had probably lost a bit of its taste (or gained a different one, now that he thought about it). Water was water, though, and he made a small game of sipping it whenever the leaders of the meeting either said the word "hero" or the phrase "everybody shut up". Norway had never understood Americans or Germans. He was sure they didn't understand him either.
The nations had been informed that they had to note down what they had to discuss with the world. This was common - there was always someone who said "er, uhm, shouldn't we write this down, or something?", whether it was Lithuania, Finland, Japan or someone completely different. This had been suggested so many times that each nation had been given his or her own notebook and pen.
Not that anyone really noted down anything. Why would notes on America arguing with England and France be important? Or Germany telling Italy to be quiet for once? (Although the few times Germany pulled Italy's haircurl to make him shut up were memorable enough to amuse Norway a little, especially since he knew what tugging the hair would do, whilst Germany didn't.)
Notebooks were used - but hardly for noting. Norway had plenty of samples of written conversations between Sweden and Finland hidden in his inner shirt pocket. Some were quite casual, but it was when Finland asked about "who's going to watch Sealand this weekend when we're...?" that Norway felt the amusement coming back.
He had also come across a few pages of Belarus' notebook. It had made him terribly happy that he wasn't Russia.
Prussia and Denmark had found the ever-classic hobby of making paper planes of the lined notebook sheets. The planes' destinations were usually someone's hair or - it happened - someone's eye. Iceland had to wear an eyepatch for a few days, and Prussia found himself avoiding all eye-contact with Norway because of it.
But it didn't take Prussia long before he and Denmark once again started enjoying the art of flying origami again. The meeting of the nations usually brought up the same subjects as they had always done, but the new design of the paper plane was new and exciting, and Norway stared at "the awesome duo" as they folded and grinned and occasionally argued about where to fold. He moved his pen around on his own notebook, pretending to be taking notes.
It wasn't until Germany had the pleasure of being visited by a neatly folded flying paper bird intending on making a nest in said nation's hair, that the previously hopeless attempt of making this meeting a successful one, lost all its spirit, and made Germany move the meeting to the weekend.
Norway didn't notice anything until the nations around him rose from their chairs and headed for the nearest exit. He only noticed the loveliest set of eyes and the most charming smile he'd ever set his eyes upon, smiling at him, and saying: "Come on, Norge! Let's get out of here."
Norway's heart caught its owner by surprise as it increased the speed of its beats. Norway didn't even bother with bringing his notebook along with him - the next person to find said notebook would wonder who it was that was able to write Denmark's name and at the same time write it so beautifully, so passionately.
Norway, however, found himself frowning a few times at his water bottle, almost certain that something was different. Still, he settled with realising that the water had been tapped nearly five days ago and had probably lost a bit of its taste (or gained a different one, now that he thought about it). Water was water, though, and he made a small game of sipping it whenever the leaders of the meeting either said the word "hero" or the phrase "everybody shut up". Norway had never understood Americans or Germans. He was sure they didn't understand him either.
The nations had been informed that they had to note down what they had to discuss with the world. This was common - there was always someone who said "er, uhm, shouldn't we write this down, or something?", whether it was Lithuania, Finland, Japan or someone completely different. This had been suggested so many times that each nation had been given his or her own notebook and pen.
Not that anyone really noted down anything. Why would notes on America arguing with England and France be important? Or Germany telling Italy to be quiet for once? (Although the few times Germany pulled Italy's haircurl to make him shut up were memorable enough to amuse Norway a little, especially since he knew what tugging the hair would do, whilst Germany didn't.)
Notebooks were used - but hardly for noting. Norway had plenty of samples of written conversations between Sweden and Finland hidden in his inner shirt pocket. Some were quite casual, but it was when Finland asked about "who's going to watch Sealand this weekend when we're...?" that Norway felt the amusement coming back.
He had also come across a few pages of Belarus' notebook. It had made him terribly happy that he wasn't Russia.
Prussia and Denmark had found the ever-classic hobby of making paper planes of the lined notebook sheets. The planes' destinations were usually someone's hair or - it happened - someone's eye. Iceland had to wear an eyepatch for a few days, and Prussia found himself avoiding all eye-contact with Norway because of it.
But it didn't take Prussia long before he and Denmark once again started enjoying the art of flying origami again. The meeting of the nations usually brought up the same subjects as they had always done, but the new design of the paper plane was new and exciting, and Norway stared at "the awesome duo" as they folded and grinned and occasionally argued about where to fold. He moved his pen around on his own notebook, pretending to be taking notes.
It wasn't until Germany had the pleasure of being visited by a neatly folded flying paper bird intending on making a nest in said nation's hair, that the previously hopeless attempt of making this meeting a successful one, lost all its spirit, and made Germany move the meeting to the weekend.
Norway didn't notice anything until the nations around him rose from their chairs and headed for the nearest exit. He only noticed the loveliest set of eyes and the most charming smile he'd ever set his eyes upon, smiling at him, and saying: "Come on, Norge! Let's get out of here."
Norway's heart caught its owner by surprise as it increased the speed of its beats. Norway didn't even bother with bringing his notebook along with him - the next person to find said notebook would wonder who it was that was able to write Denmark's name and at the same time write it so beautifully, so passionately.
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