A series of little scenes from when Denmark, Sweden, and Norway met Denmark, Sweden, and Norway.
Part 1: Greetings.
In the many centuries they were alive it was common for nations to go through some rather unusual experiences. You might even say that the unusual was somewhat... usual for a nation. Practically a part of routine living.
But as Sweden, Denmark, and Norway were confronted with a trio of blonds calling themselves by the same names, the nations were forced to concede that this was possibly more unusual than their normal brand of unusualness.
A somewhat tense silence filled the air as the Scandinavians faced each other in parallel lines in front of the UN building. Neither side seemed to know quite what to say to break the ice leaving the vague sense of being at a junior high dance.
They had run into each other, almost literally, when the nations had been leaving from a meeting and nearly stumbled into three very confused Scandinavians demanding to know just where they were. Apparently they had passed out after a night of drinking and woken up in this new strange place. There was no evident reason for their transportation, but that might just be what you get for challenging a Dane to drinking contest with delusions of winning.
More commotion had arisen when the strangers had noticed the names printed on the nation-tans' security passes. A mess of confusing introductions had followed as the two sets attempted to prove that they were the 'real nations.'
It hadn't been until after confirming that both sets were indeed the personifications of their respective nations that the awkward silence had settled in.
Sweden glared down at the smaller bespectacled man (evaluating if there was chance of this less-scary Swede getting closer to Finland than he was) as his counter part nervously pulled at the collar of his blue and yellow button-up. He was just trying to find any sign that the intimidating man could change his facial expression. Sweat was beginning to trail down the back of his neck, but still his nerves were no match for his Danish brother.
Despite Denmark's non-threatening puzzled expression, the tiny man appearing to shrink even more as he stared saucer-eyed at his towering counter part. His beer bottle was clutched in a white knuckled grip as he surreptitiously tried to edge his way over to the larger man in a Norwegian flag shirt.
Said curly haired Scandinavian regarded the slighter nation before him with curiosity. Shifting the jar in his arms he pulled out one of the fishes inside, extending it toward the smaller man.
"Fish?" he offered.
The smaller Norwegian silently accepted, holding the fish lightly in one gloved hand as he coolly observed the large man.
Unexpectedly the edges of his mouth twitched upwards.
"Skål!" he quiped, raising the fish in a mock toast before popping it into his mouth.
The larger nation's face broke into a grin.
"Hey! You really are like me!" he exclaimed clasping hands with shorter blond and thumping him on the back for good measure.
"Cool nisse by the way."
"Thanks." Norway replied, smiling as well.
Needless to say, the others were stunned.
(Captcha: cavorts and... don't worry reCaptcha. There will be plenty of cavorting to come.)
The three newly arrived nations just didn't know what to make of the petit blonde in front of them. He smiled sweetly at them with large violet eyes as they waited in the cafeteria. They had been quickly introduced to the Finnish personification and left there so their respective doppelgangers could call up their bosses.
" ...And you talk?"
"Quite a bit. Especially if you compare me to Su-san."
"Who?"
"Oh sorry! That's just a nickname I use for our Sweden."
This just couldn't be right. He was too nice, too normal. He didn't even smell like beer!
" ...And you don't spend your time threatening people with a knife?"
"Of course not!" the Finn exclaimed.
"Sniper rifles are much more efficient." he continued, still smiling sweetly as the three other nations slowly inched away.
Re: SKÅL! 2/?
anonymous
March 9 2010, 10:26:26 UTC
All I can do now is cackle in glee. I do hope Sister Sweden pops up somewhere because Hetalia!Sweden and Hetalia!Denmark's reactions would be just precious!
Re: SKÅL! 3/?
anonymous
March 13 2010, 08:24:46 UTC
Part 3: Scandinavia to Start the Morning!
The morning after their doubles’ strange appearance, Denmark met up with Berwald and Tino as they headed to the cafeteria for breakfast. According to their bosses, it was their responsibility to keep the new personifications out of trouble, but that shouldn’t be too hard.
They would just have to keep a close eye on them.
At the moment they were already with Norway getting breakfast. (For some reason they’d adamantly refused to have Finland keep an eye on them.)
As the three nations neared the cafeteria, the muffled, but still identifiable sound of screams reached their ears. The sound was quickly followed by Sweden and Denmark (the shorter set) bursting through the cafeteria doors in a state of a apparent panic.
“What the-“ Denmark was cut off as his counter part grabbed the front of his jacket. (Unable to properly reach the lapels, he had settled for the waist area.)
“For the sake of national safety don’t go in there! It’s a war zone! It’s horrible! ”
Denmark tried to pry the smaller nation off of him, “What the hell’s wrong?”
The smaller man stared up at him with unblinking, terror filled eyes.
“Two Norways… and only one pot of coffee.” __________________________________________________________________
*Norway was once determined to be the country that drinks the most coffee in the world.
A series of little scenes from when Denmark, Sweden, and Norway met Denmark, Sweden, and Norway.
Part 1: Greetings.
In the many centuries they were alive it was common for nations to go through some rather unusual experiences. You might even say that the unusual was somewhat... usual for a nation. Practically a part of routine living.
But as Sweden, Denmark, and Norway were confronted with a trio of blonds calling themselves by the same names, the nations were forced to concede that this was possibly more unusual than their normal brand of unusualness.
A somewhat tense silence filled the air as the Scandinavians faced each other in parallel lines in front of the UN building. Neither side seemed to know quite what to say to break the ice leaving the vague sense of being at a junior high dance.
They had run into each other, almost literally, when the nations had been leaving from a meeting and nearly stumbled into three very confused Scandinavians demanding to know just where they were. Apparently they had passed out after a night of drinking and woken up in this new strange place. There was no evident reason for their transportation, but that might just be what you get for challenging a Dane to drinking contest with delusions of winning.
More commotion had arisen when the strangers had noticed the names printed on the nation-tans' security passes. A mess of confusing introductions had followed as the two sets attempted to prove that they were the 'real nations.'
It hadn't been until after confirming that both sets were indeed the personifications of their respective nations that the awkward silence had settled in.
Sweden glared down at the smaller bespectacled man (evaluating if there was chance of this less-scary Swede getting closer to Finland than he was) as his counter part nervously pulled at the collar of his blue and yellow button-up. He was just trying to find any sign that the intimidating man could change his facial expression. Sweat was beginning to trail down the back of his neck, but still his nerves were no match for his Danish brother.
Despite Denmark's non-threatening puzzled expression, the tiny man appearing to shrink even more as he stared saucer-eyed at his towering counter part. His beer bottle was clutched in a white knuckled grip as he surreptitiously tried to edge his way over to the larger man in a Norwegian flag shirt.
Said curly haired Scandinavian regarded the slighter nation before him with curiosity. Shifting the jar in his arms he pulled out one of the fishes inside, extending it toward the smaller man.
"Fish?" he offered.
The smaller Norwegian silently accepted, holding the fish lightly in one gloved hand as he coolly observed the large man.
Unexpectedly the edges of his mouth twitched upwards.
"Skål!" he quiped, raising the fish in a mock toast before popping it into his mouth.
The larger nation's face broke into a grin.
"Hey! You really are like me!" he exclaimed clasping hands with shorter blond and thumping him on the back for good measure.
"Cool nisse by the way."
"Thanks." Norway replied, smiling as well.
Needless to say, the others were stunned.
(Captcha: cavorts and... don't worry reCaptcha. There will be plenty of cavorting to come.)
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" ...So you're this world's Finland?"
"Yep," Tino replied.
The three newly arrived nations just didn't know what to make of the petit blonde in front of them. He smiled sweetly at them with large violet eyes as they waited in the cafeteria. They had been quickly introduced to the Finnish personification and left there so their respective doppelgangers could call up their bosses.
" ...And you talk?"
"Quite a bit. Especially if you compare me to Su-san."
"Who?"
"Oh sorry! That's just a nickname I use for our Sweden."
This just couldn't be right. He was too nice, too normal. He didn't even smell like beer!
" ...And you don't spend your time threatening people with a knife?"
"Of course not!" the Finn exclaimed.
"Sniper rifles are much more efficient." he continued, still smiling sweetly as the three other nations slowly inched away.
Yep... he was a Finland.
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The morning after their doubles’ strange appearance, Denmark met up with Berwald and Tino as they headed to the cafeteria for breakfast. According to their bosses, it was their responsibility to keep the new personifications out of trouble, but that shouldn’t be too hard.
They would just have to keep a close eye on them.
At the moment they were already with Norway getting breakfast. (For some reason they’d adamantly refused to have Finland keep an eye on them.)
As the three nations neared the cafeteria, the muffled, but still identifiable sound of screams reached their ears. The sound was quickly followed by Sweden and Denmark (the shorter set) bursting through the cafeteria doors in a state of a apparent panic.
“What the-“ Denmark was cut off as his counter part grabbed the front of his jacket. (Unable to properly reach the lapels, he had settled for the waist area.)
“For the sake of national safety don’t go in there! It’s a war zone! It’s horrible! ”
Denmark tried to pry the smaller nation off of him, “What the hell’s wrong?”
The smaller man stared up at him with unblinking, terror filled eyes.
“Two Norways… and only one pot of coffee.”
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*Norway was once determined to be the country that drinks the most coffee in the world.
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