Re: And Such Are The Consequences 2b/?
anonymous
October 28 2010, 06:43:20 UTC
“Aren’t you a pretty little one.”
Iceland started with fear and surprise, accidentally dropping the piece of wood he’d been whittling. It slipped over the side of the boat and fell into the shallow ocean with a splash.
A stony-faced teenager was leaning against the ship’s wooden prow, knee-deep in seawater. “Hello,” he said. “You might recognize me as the one of the nations your brothers have been tormenting these past two centuries.”
Iceland said nothing, but his fingers tightened around the handle of his knife. How in Thor’s name had he let this guy sneak up on him like that? Norway and Denmark would be so disappointed with him.
“Are you Iceland? You must be Iceland. Why else would such a young thing be sitting in a barbarian ship like this?”
Suddenly, the other nation was pulling himself over the side of the boat. Iceland was frozen with fear, wondering if he was about to be beaten up for what he was, in fact, at that very moment waiting for Norway and Denmark to return from doing.
Iceland raised his knife as the other nation brushed himself off and sat down on the bench next to his, but all he got for his efforts was a dry chuckle. “Put that thing down, little one, you’ll hurt yourself. Look, I’m unarmed.” Two empty hands were held up to prove it. “My name is Netherlands, in case you didn’t know. Let’s talk awhile.”
Iceland slipped his knife back into its scabbard, but said nothing. Maybe, he thought, Netherlands was like Denmark. Maybe if you ignored him, he would go away.
“Now, that’s no way to behave. At the very least, you could say hello. It’s only polite.” Netherlands’ voice took on a sweet, persuasive edge. “Just say hello.”
“…Hello.” Suddenly, Iceland felt very, very shy.
“There you go, little one. I knew it was in you. I’ve given up all hope when it comes to your brothers, but you… you’re far too precious to grow up to be raiding delinquents like them.”
Precious. That was a strange word. Iceland had heard it before, yes, but never in reference to a person. Always to things. ‘Eat all your porridge, Iceland. Food is precious.’ ‘You won’t believe what we found on that last raid, Nor. Look at it, it’s precious!’ ‘When you’re older, Ice, I’ll teach you how to trade. It’s a precious skill.’
Netherlands slid quietly onto the bench next to him. “Isn’t Norway lucky to have found such a precious little thing?” he murmured.
***
Iceland wakes up trembling.
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Sorry for the rather short update, I've been busy. Just so you guys know, I'm gonna try to update at least once a week, maybe twice if I can manage it. Thanks for reading! ^^
I love it when I stay up until three a.m. and awesome things like this happen.
Oh, Iceland... *hugs* Poor kid.
In a weird, twisted kind of way, I almost feel a little bad for Netherlands - he knows damn well he fucked up and he's going to DIE when the others find out... of course, he deserves it, so... xD okay, I need to go to bed now.
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 2b/?
anonymous
October 28 2010, 19:02:42 UTC
Ooooh some sympathetic vibes for Netherlands?? Does this mean this is going to be a fucked-up trainwreck where we get to feel bad for everyone involved, even our supposed "bad guy"? Because I dearly, dearly hope so!
slightly creepy basement-locking anon air-fists gleefully
anonymous
October 30 2010, 03:42:21 UTC
OMG YOU'RE THE THIRD or fourth AUTHORNON TO HAVE GRACED ME WITH MY OWN NICKNAME. WHY THANK YOU.
^^in case you care, the first one was after I made a comment that sounded like Poland and the author was all "I think Poland commented on my story..." and so I was dubbed the "Polanon"; the second time, I made another creepy MARRY ME comment; I'm pretty sure there's another one in there somewhere; and then you. Hmm, I should make weirder comments so people give me funny names more often c:
Iceland started with fear and surprise, accidentally dropping the piece of wood he’d been whittling. It slipped over the side of the boat and fell into the shallow ocean with a splash.
A stony-faced teenager was leaning against the ship’s wooden prow, knee-deep in seawater. “Hello,” he said. “You might recognize me as the one of the nations your brothers have been tormenting these past two centuries.”
Iceland said nothing, but his fingers tightened around the handle of his knife. How in Thor’s name had he let this guy sneak up on him like that? Norway and Denmark would be so disappointed with him.
“Are you Iceland? You must be Iceland. Why else would such a young thing be sitting in a barbarian ship like this?”
Suddenly, the other nation was pulling himself over the side of the boat. Iceland was frozen with fear, wondering if he was about to be beaten up for what he was, in fact, at that very moment waiting for Norway and Denmark to return from doing.
Iceland raised his knife as the other nation brushed himself off and sat down on the bench next to his, but all he got for his efforts was a dry chuckle. “Put that thing down, little one, you’ll hurt yourself. Look, I’m unarmed.” Two empty hands were held up to prove it. “My name is Netherlands, in case you didn’t know. Let’s talk awhile.”
Iceland slipped his knife back into its scabbard, but said nothing. Maybe, he thought, Netherlands was like Denmark. Maybe if you ignored him, he would go away.
“Now, that’s no way to behave. At the very least, you could say hello. It’s only polite.” Netherlands’ voice took on a sweet, persuasive edge. “Just say hello.”
“…Hello.” Suddenly, Iceland felt very, very shy.
“There you go, little one. I knew it was in you. I’ve given up all hope when it comes to your brothers, but you… you’re far too precious to grow up to be raiding delinquents like them.”
Precious. That was a strange word. Iceland had heard it before, yes, but never in reference to a person. Always to things. ‘Eat all your porridge, Iceland. Food is precious.’ ‘You won’t believe what we found on that last raid, Nor. Look at it, it’s precious!’ ‘When you’re older, Ice, I’ll teach you how to trade. It’s a precious skill.’
Netherlands slid quietly onto the bench next to him. “Isn’t Norway lucky to have found such a precious little thing?” he murmured.
***
Iceland wakes up trembling.
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Sorry for the rather short update, I've been busy. Just so you guys know, I'm gonna try to update at least once a week, maybe twice if I can manage it. Thanks for reading! ^^
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Oh, Iceland... *hugs* Poor kid.
In a weird, twisted kind of way, I almost feel a little bad for Netherlands - he knows damn well he fucked up and he's going to DIE when the others find out... of course, he deserves it, so... xD okay, I need to go to bed now.
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Three a.m. kink meme-ing is the best. 8D
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^^in case you care, the first one was after I made a comment that sounded like Poland and the author was all "I think Poland commented on my story..." and so I was dubbed the "Polanon"; the second time, I made another creepy MARRY ME comment; I'm pretty sure there's another one in there somewhere; and then you. Hmm, I should make weirder comments so people give me funny names more often c:
BUT YES.
HAVE YOU AGREED TO MARRY ME YET?
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And I've decided that I will marry you on two conditions:
1) Basement is kept stocked with a supply of mashed potatoes.
2) I get a puppy.
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