[FANART, FANFICS] Two Reasons to Celebrate Norway!
Authors and Artists: minjii, merrypule, pandarosi, lilichen, wobniar-esrevni, eskimoxonxice
Characters: Norway, Iceland, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, Sealand
Rating: PG-13? There is one curse word in one of the fics >_>
Warnings: Norway spam ♥ (As he is the star of this post) and large images.
Summary: This is a "collaboration post." Basically it's multiple people combining entries into a single post so we're not spamming the comm or something. ;D This entry celebrates Norway's "birthday" (Constitution Day), and his victory at the Eurovision Song Contest 2009.
Please do not take/use/distribute without the permission of the artists!
Artist: minjii
Comments: ... ♥?
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Artist: merrypule
Comments: ---
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Artist: pandarosi
Comment: (There was a capslock'd comment but I lost it so IF YOU SEE THIS MIYUN, TELL ME?;;)
Also she's done other ESC2009 drawings but think she's doing her own separate post for em :'D
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Author: pandarosi
Artist: lilichen
Comments: ---
DEN/NOR
"I know how you feel," Denmark said, taking Norway's hand.
His eyes suggested all the seriousness in the world, and his touch was firm but gentle. Norway paused. The gentleness in itself wasn't unusual; despite Denmark's coarse nature, he'd always played at emotion with friendly camaraderie, soft tones and that optimistic, glowing smile. It crept across his face now - all the way up to his eyes in probably in what he thought was a reassuring gesture. The smile was certainly charming, in its own way, but Norway wanted to punch him hard because if Denmark really, truly knew how he felt, he wouldn't be smiling. He wouldn't be laughing the way he was.
"You don't. You don't know." Norway muttered, slapping the hand away. "You don't fucking know and don't pretend you do."
A pause. Denmark was tense, Norway noted. Tense and his fingers were clenched into fists, the fingernails digging into the palm of his smarting hand, leaving red welts. Yet without a discerning eye, it would have been missed; he kept that friendly smile, that blissfully casual, uncaring tone of voice, a hint of slight superiority creeping through.
"I'm leaving."
Norway half wanted anger, half wanted Denmark to care, or show he cared.
Denmark was too proud, too optimistic, to think that way.
I have a plan, Norge.
You'll come back to me, won't you?
On May 17th, Norway wrote a constitution. He left it on Denmark's desk in the middle of the night, in his language, so he would understand, before stealing away into the darkness.
He never turned back.
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SU/NOR
"And you don't seem to understand," Norway said softly, turning his head towards the setting sun filtering in through the frosted window. "I don't want to be with you any more than I did Danmark. I've had enough."
Sweden's face was indecipherable; ice blue eyes cold behind colder frames, filtered through glass and reflected dully in the condensation on the damp panes of the windowsill. It was cold for May, and though he shivered, Norway wiped his hand across the white blur, turning away from the sharpened image and the warm glow of the fading light reflecting off the snow to stare up at him, trying to find emotion in eyes where he could see none. His eyes prickled with suppressed tears, yet he stood his ground tenaciously, staring up at Sweden, locking the gaze that Finland shied away from.
"I don't care about the treaty, Sverige. I have already made my own constitution; I will have my own king and government, and you will accept it."
Sweden could not do anything but frown to himself. His words did not form. Expression did not come easily on a face that seemed never to hold emotion; a face that seemed capable of only disapproval, apathy and anger.
Finland had shied away from him, unsure and unhappy, staying close by out of a sense of duty, of inexplicable love. Yet, despite all he did, Finland too had disappeared under the wing of imperial Russia, eyes sad and confused, but steeled for hardship. All Sweden could do was watch as Finland faded into the whiteness of his snowy home; as Russia smiled and smiled and took his hand and Sweden cursed his negligence.
How could he show Norway that he had no intention of losing him, especially not after losing someone he'd already found so precious? This was not a loss that would simply go away.
He did not talk about his misgivings. He did not make threats.
He simply stood and watched Norway as his tears fell, as they melted into the carpet in darkened droplets, and wished that he could cry with him.
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NOR/FIN
"I don't think you ever realized just how much you meant to him," Finland poured the coffee into two mugs, handing one to Norway before settling down next to him by the kitchen table.
"I don't think I understand," Norway said, blowing at the warm drink before sipping it delicately, "You were always the one he thought about. It seemed that way, anyway."
"No. It wasn't like that, not really." Finland laughed, "He's always been a bit quiet, but he was always looking toward you back when we were all in Denmark's house. He told me you were beautiful. I think it's why he fought so hard to have you after I left."
"W...what?"
"Ah, never mind that. I'm probably misinterpreting things. I'm not his wife, you know. Oh, but you are pretty. I thought so too, actually. You know your fjords? They're the most beautiful I've ever seen..."
"... Thank you."
For but a moment, there was an awkward silence as Hana-tamago crossed the lawn, barking at Sealand as he dashed past, yodelling loudly with a small branch clutched in his hand. The two smiled at each other shyly, awkwardly, watching the homely scene as it rambled past before bursting into laughter.
"That sounded a bit wrong, didn't it?"
"Only a little."
"Fuck."
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Artist:
wobniar_esrevni
Comments: ---
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Author: eskimoxonxice
[LINKAGE TO FIC HERE]
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The Norwegian could not hear the response that followed but he could practically imagine a careless grunt of approval. Or maybe not because a third, boisterous sort of voice exclaimed, “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights, Sverige!”
Yes, he was here, he thought bitterly and opened the small, white box that was also in his hands. Inside, the Swedish-made watch read a quarter until four that meant that in a few moments an hour would have passed. He would thank Finland, Sverige, and Sealand for inviting him, bid farewell, and- he gave a sideways glance towards the white haired nation that sat beside him, picking at pieces of a funnel cake-- take Island with him because like hell he was going to leave Island with Danmark. He groaned, waiting for the minutes to tick by.
“You should enjoy yourself, Noregur.” Came the somewhat monotonous response from Iceland. Like Norway, he too, was playing with his hands only instead; he played with a stuffed penguin doll. “Even if you would rather be somewhere else, you should enjoy your birthday.”
“How can I,” Norway inquired, “When he’s breathing my air?”
“He can’t help that.”
“He could stop breathing.”
“He would die.”
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And I believe that's it! Hope you enjoyed. ♥
Characters: Norway, Iceland, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, Sealand
Rating: PG-13? There is one curse word in one of the fics >_>
Warnings: Norway spam ♥ (As he is the star of this post) and large images.
Summary: This is a "collaboration post." Basically it's multiple people combining entries into a single post so we're not spamming the comm or something. ;D This entry celebrates Norway's "birthday" (Constitution Day), and his victory at the Eurovision Song Contest 2009.
Please do not take/use/distribute without the permission of the artists!
Artist: minjii
Comments: ... ♥?
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Artist: merrypule
Comments: ---
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Artist: pandarosi
Comment: (There was a capslock'd comment but I lost it so IF YOU SEE THIS MIYUN, TELL ME?;;)
Also she's done other ESC2009 drawings but think she's doing her own separate post for em :'D
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Author: pandarosi
Artist: lilichen
Comments: ---
DEN/NOR
"I know how you feel," Denmark said, taking Norway's hand.
His eyes suggested all the seriousness in the world, and his touch was firm but gentle. Norway paused. The gentleness in itself wasn't unusual; despite Denmark's coarse nature, he'd always played at emotion with friendly camaraderie, soft tones and that optimistic, glowing smile. It crept across his face now - all the way up to his eyes in probably in what he thought was a reassuring gesture. The smile was certainly charming, in its own way, but Norway wanted to punch him hard because if Denmark really, truly knew how he felt, he wouldn't be smiling. He wouldn't be laughing the way he was.
"You don't. You don't know." Norway muttered, slapping the hand away. "You don't fucking know and don't pretend you do."
A pause. Denmark was tense, Norway noted. Tense and his fingers were clenched into fists, the fingernails digging into the palm of his smarting hand, leaving red welts. Yet without a discerning eye, it would have been missed; he kept that friendly smile, that blissfully casual, uncaring tone of voice, a hint of slight superiority creeping through.
"I'm leaving."
Norway half wanted anger, half wanted Denmark to care, or show he cared.
Denmark was too proud, too optimistic, to think that way.
I have a plan, Norge.
You'll come back to me, won't you?
On May 17th, Norway wrote a constitution. He left it on Denmark's desk in the middle of the night, in his language, so he would understand, before stealing away into the darkness.
He never turned back.
--
SU/NOR
"And you don't seem to understand," Norway said softly, turning his head towards the setting sun filtering in through the frosted window. "I don't want to be with you any more than I did Danmark. I've had enough."
Sweden's face was indecipherable; ice blue eyes cold behind colder frames, filtered through glass and reflected dully in the condensation on the damp panes of the windowsill. It was cold for May, and though he shivered, Norway wiped his hand across the white blur, turning away from the sharpened image and the warm glow of the fading light reflecting off the snow to stare up at him, trying to find emotion in eyes where he could see none. His eyes prickled with suppressed tears, yet he stood his ground tenaciously, staring up at Sweden, locking the gaze that Finland shied away from.
"I don't care about the treaty, Sverige. I have already made my own constitution; I will have my own king and government, and you will accept it."
Sweden could not do anything but frown to himself. His words did not form. Expression did not come easily on a face that seemed never to hold emotion; a face that seemed capable of only disapproval, apathy and anger.
Finland had shied away from him, unsure and unhappy, staying close by out of a sense of duty, of inexplicable love. Yet, despite all he did, Finland too had disappeared under the wing of imperial Russia, eyes sad and confused, but steeled for hardship. All Sweden could do was watch as Finland faded into the whiteness of his snowy home; as Russia smiled and smiled and took his hand and Sweden cursed his negligence.
How could he show Norway that he had no intention of losing him, especially not after losing someone he'd already found so precious? This was not a loss that would simply go away.
He did not talk about his misgivings. He did not make threats.
He simply stood and watched Norway as his tears fell, as they melted into the carpet in darkened droplets, and wished that he could cry with him.
--
NOR/FIN
"I don't think you ever realized just how much you meant to him," Finland poured the coffee into two mugs, handing one to Norway before settling down next to him by the kitchen table.
"I don't think I understand," Norway said, blowing at the warm drink before sipping it delicately, "You were always the one he thought about. It seemed that way, anyway."
"No. It wasn't like that, not really." Finland laughed, "He's always been a bit quiet, but he was always looking toward you back when we were all in Denmark's house. He told me you were beautiful. I think it's why he fought so hard to have you after I left."
"W...what?"
"Ah, never mind that. I'm probably misinterpreting things. I'm not his wife, you know. Oh, but you are pretty. I thought so too, actually. You know your fjords? They're the most beautiful I've ever seen..."
"... Thank you."
For but a moment, there was an awkward silence as Hana-tamago crossed the lawn, barking at Sealand as he dashed past, yodelling loudly with a small branch clutched in his hand. The two smiled at each other shyly, awkwardly, watching the homely scene as it rambled past before bursting into laughter.
"That sounded a bit wrong, didn't it?"
"Only a little."
"Fuck."
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Artist:
wobniar_esrevni
Comments: ---
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Author: eskimoxonxice
[LINKAGE TO FIC HERE]
Random Preview Snippet:
The Norwegian could not hear the response that followed but he could practically imagine a careless grunt of approval. Or maybe not because a third, boisterous sort of voice exclaimed, “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights, Sverige!”
Yes, he was here, he thought bitterly and opened the small, white box that was also in his hands. Inside, the Swedish-made watch read a quarter until four that meant that in a few moments an hour would have passed. He would thank Finland, Sverige, and Sealand for inviting him, bid farewell, and- he gave a sideways glance towards the white haired nation that sat beside him, picking at pieces of a funnel cake-- take Island with him because like hell he was going to leave Island with Danmark. He groaned, waiting for the minutes to tick by.
“You should enjoy yourself, Noregur.” Came the somewhat monotonous response from Iceland. Like Norway, he too, was playing with his hands only instead; he played with a stuffed penguin doll. “Even if you would rather be somewhere else, you should enjoy your birthday.”
“How can I,” Norway inquired, “When he’s breathing my air?”
“He can’t help that.”
“He could stop breathing.”
“He would die.”
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And I believe that's it! Hope you enjoyed. ♥