Finger biting...
anonymous
September 2 2009, 00:31:16 UTC
This Anon seems to have developed a kink for people biting down on their fingers/hands when in great emotional stress, whether it's to keep from vocalizing their distress or some other reason. And by "people," I mean "tough guys." Aaaanyway, this is the long and short of my request: some nation is going through a tough time and eventually bites down on their fingers to keep from panicking even worse. I'd like to see Germany or Prussia as the subject, but I'd also settle for Denmark as a kind of "wild card." Whether the nation bites down hard enough to draw blood is completely up to the anon, as are most other details of the fill (the reason for the panic, if someone walks in on them doing this, if someone comforts them, etc.). Multiple fills would be heavenly if they could be provided.~ Thanks in advance, Writer!Anons!
Of Bitten Fingers and Forgotten Birthdays 1a/1
anonymous
April 25 2011, 07:37:53 UTC
7:14 pm.
It’s Denmark’s birthday today and he’s called the family two weeks before to invite them over for a quiet dinner out. They’d like that, he reasoned to himself. Just good ol’ family bonding time. He’s a regular at this restaurant, so the hostess gives him a nice seat and a sweet smile and he happily beams back.
Sverige’s birthday would be tomorrow. Maybe they can celebrate it together while they’re at it. Denmark hasn’t seen his adopted nephew in a while too. He’s sure Sealand would like new video games from his favorite uncle. A few books for Sve and Norge, a sweater for Finland. A nice scarf for Island.
It seems a bit backwards because it’s his birthday and he should be giving them presents, but he likes giving them little gifts whenever he can. They see each other so little.
7:19 pm.Well, they never called back, but maybe they’re just having communication problems. It wouldn’t be the first time. They’re nations, after all. They get swamped with work. Denmark unconsciously flexes his right hand slowly, biting the
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Of Bitten Fingers and Forgotten Birthdays 1b/1
anonymous
April 25 2011, 07:42:27 UTC
8:45 pm.
By the time the one-and-a-half hour is gone, Denmark has well bitten through two fingers and is working on the third. It stings a little, but he’s lost limbs before and recovered. It’s no big deal. The ache in his chest, however, hurts a little more than simply a lost limb.
He picks up his phone and calls Norway. It rings for a while, and he has to patiently redial once or twice before the line picks up.
“What do you want, Denmark?” Norway demands by way of greeting and Denmark is understandably startled.
“Uh, hey Nor. Where are you right now?”
“At home, of course.”
“Huh…why? I thought that…”
Norway huffs an exasperated sigh. “Denmark, I’m busy. If it’s not important, don’t bother me with it.”
Denmark tries to laugh it off, because if he doesn’t, he might just end up crying. “Just wanted to call and see how you were doing, that’s all.”
“I’m busy.” Norway replies coldly. Hangs up.Denmark grinds his teeth harder into the nail, and the pain is sweet in comparison to everything else. Norway had always been his favorite
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Of Bitten Fingers and Forgotten Birthdays 1c/1
anonymous
April 25 2011, 07:45:09 UTC
9:03pm.
So. They’d forgotten. Just like that. His own family. Just like that.
His own fucking flesh and blood.
Just like that.
Fuck.
Denmark gets up and gathered the bags of gifts by his chair with one hand, distractedly telling the hostess to put his coffee on his tab as he passes her by. She sends him a worried look but knows better than to press for details. Denmark walks home because he feels like it. It starts to rain. He keeps on walking.
So he spends his birthday at home, alone, watching reruns and eating tubs of strawberry ice cream like some teenaged girl.
Re: Of Bitten Fingers and Forgotten Birthdays 1c/1
anonymous
April 25 2011, 12:50:25 UTC
This nearly made me cry, author!anon. Denmark rationalizing things to begin with and then slowly realizing they're not coming ;_; ow ow ow. Thank you for writing this.
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It’s Denmark’s birthday today and he’s called the family two weeks before to invite them over for a quiet dinner out. They’d like that, he reasoned to himself. Just good ol’ family bonding time. He’s a regular at this restaurant, so the hostess gives him a nice seat and a sweet smile and he happily beams back.
Sverige’s birthday would be tomorrow. Maybe they can celebrate it together while they’re at it. Denmark hasn’t seen his adopted nephew in a while too. He’s sure Sealand would like new video games from his favorite uncle. A few books for Sve and Norge, a sweater for Finland. A nice scarf for Island.
It seems a bit backwards because it’s his birthday and he should be giving them presents, but he likes giving them little gifts whenever he can. They see each other so little.
7:19 pm.Well, they never called back, but maybe they’re just having communication problems. It wouldn’t be the first time. They’re nations, after all. They get swamped with work. Denmark unconsciously flexes his right hand slowly, biting the ( ... )
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By the time the one-and-a-half hour is gone, Denmark has well bitten through two fingers and is working on the third. It stings a little, but he’s lost limbs before and recovered. It’s no big deal. The ache in his chest, however, hurts a little more than simply a lost limb.
He picks up his phone and calls Norway. It rings for a while, and he has to patiently redial once or twice before the line picks up.
“What do you want, Denmark?” Norway demands by way of greeting and Denmark is understandably startled.
“Uh, hey Nor. Where are you right now?”
“At home, of course.”
“Huh…why? I thought that…”
Norway huffs an exasperated sigh. “Denmark, I’m busy. If it’s not important, don’t bother me with it.”
Denmark tries to laugh it off, because if he doesn’t, he might just end up crying. “Just wanted to call and see how you were doing, that’s all.”
“I’m busy.” Norway replies coldly. Hangs up.Denmark grinds his teeth harder into the nail, and the pain is sweet in comparison to everything else. Norway had always been his favorite ( ... )
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So. They’d forgotten. Just like that. His own family. Just like that.
His own fucking flesh and blood.
Just like that.
Fuck.
Denmark gets up and gathered the bags of gifts by his chair with one hand, distractedly telling the hostess to put his coffee on his tab as he passes her by. She sends him a worried look but knows better than to press for details. Denmark walks home because he feels like it. It starts to rain. He keeps on walking.
So he spends his birthday at home, alone, watching reruns and eating tubs of strawberry ice cream like some teenaged girl.
It isn’t the first time.
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Damned.
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