[Secret Santa Fic] The Amerikaner Saga [1/2]
Title: The Amerikaner Saga
AUTHOR: kasumicc
RECIPIENT: fivedayslater
GENRE: Adventure/Romance
RATINGS/WARNINGS: PG13 for language. Unbetaed for now, will have it checked up for the next update.
SUMMARY: For the prompt: England and Denmark get captured by fairies. America and Norway have to save them.
It wasn’t like he missed England, not at all!
That was what America kept repeating himself over and over. However, it was getting harder and harder to believe everytime he repeated it. This had looked like such a promising holiday a month ago, just where did it go wrong? Everything he knew was that he was now stuck in his New York house waiting for England, sulking because what promised to be a quality holiday along with his boyfriend had gotten completely ruined. England wasn’t around as he was supposed to be. America was alone. Not that he missed England, of course.
Everything had started two weeks ago when England was still spending what America considered quality time with his awesome boyfriend (England would rather to say that an obnoxious git had decided to show up in his home, looking for equally obnoxious displays of affections. Not that he would admit that in his mind, the word ‘obnoxious’ was replaced by the word ‘lovely’). It was then that England received a mysterious call. What had been a pleasant afternoon changed considerably along with England’s mood, and a thoughtful look was accompanying his now somber eyes.
“England?”
“I have to get things packed; seems like that idiot of Denmark poked his nose where he shouldn’t have, once again,” England groaned. He seemed to consider something for a moment, and then he asked, “Are you coming with me?”
“Is someone in need for a hero, or you are just too shy to directly ask for my help?” America winked. “Anyways, what’s the matter?”
“Apparently, this wanker pissed off some fairies and - just what’s so funny, you twat?” England spat, after noticing that as soon as he had said ‘fairies’, America had started giggling uncontrollably. “This is by no means an insignificant matter; that wanker’s life could be in danger right now and -”
“Come on, England!” America snickered. “We’ve been through this, both you and I know that fairies don’t exist! Or, well, it’s rather like you know it yet you just don’t want to accept you’ve been wrong all this time about fairies!”
“For the last time. Fairies. Do. Exist.” England said in a deadly low voice. “Yes, we’ve talked about this. And again, the fact that you can’t see them doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”
“They’re just figments of your imagination, England!”
“THEY’RE NOT!” England roared with such vehemence, that America’s blood went cold and found himself unable to say something back. After some very awkward silence, England mumbled, “If you didn’t want to go, you could have just said so. I’ll be leaving now; I trust you’ll have at least the decency to take good care of my stuff.”
“But England-”
“Have a nice day, America.”
That had been the last time America had seen England. After that, America had spent day after day trying to call to England’s phone. Not that he wanted to apologize! He just wanted to make sure that England had realized just how irrational he was being. Eventually, England picked up the phone; a loud Fuck you was everything America could hear. And those had been the last words America had hear from England.
Just how long could England hold that stupid grudge against him? As scary as England’s voice was when he was mad, America found himself wishing to hear it once again.
And then, the phone rang. America jumped with the sudden sound, and once he was aware it was just the phone, he ran as fast as his legs allowed him to in order to pick up the receiver.
“England?!” America yelled to the phone. Seeing there was no reply from the other side of the phone, a blushing America realized he had hurried up too much and coughing, he tried once again. “Hello?”
“Good evening to you, America,” an impassive voice spoke, ignoring America’s prior outburst. “This is Norway here. How have you been?”
“Uh, N-Norway? Oh, I knew it was you, ha ha ha!” America laughed nervously. “I’m wonderfully as always, why should I be feeling lonely? But, thanks for asking”
America heard a sigh before Norway started speaking again. “I’ll be brief. As I’m sure you’re aware, England came here to help me with a little problem with fairies,” - Norway ignored the snort coming from America - “but unfortunately, things turned up to be more complicated than what I expected. As a consequence of this, now not only Den’s captured by these fairies, but England too. I’m afraid I can’t fix this alone, and since I figured you would be worried for England’s welfare...”
“W-what are you saying, why should I be w-worried? Ha ha...” America let out a fake laugh, “And I’m sure you can find someone else who can help?”
“Well, sure I can...,” Norway replied, “but for some reason I imagined you would want to be England’s hero this time. Now, if you don’t want to...”
“Hold on, who said I didn’t want to? You need a hero? You’re talking with the right person!” America’s voice sounded way more confident now. “What do you need for me to do?”
“For now, I’ll meet you at the Oslo airport. Have a pleasant flight, America,” and then, the call was hung up.
America let out his breath. Yes, he WAS worried for England; not because of him dealing with a petty and nonexistent thing such as fairies (what could they do, to make people sneeze with their magical powders?), but because it had been a whole week already since America had last heard of England. And that was strange on itself; no matter how mad England was, he would still call America to annoy him with things such as Brush your teeth before going to sleep! or Hamburgers are not a proper breakfast!. If England hadn’t called at all, it meant something terribly wrong had happened to him. Not that America missed hearing England’s voice...
Oh, who was he trying to fool, he DID miss England. Feeling defeated, he began to look up for his suitcase, in order to pick the first flight he could find to Oslo...
...wait, where the hell was Oslo?
After some checking in Google Earth from his iPhone (why it didn’t exist a National Geographic hotline?), a whole hour of battling with New York traffic, dealing with the Custom officer and fourteen hours of flight, America was finally in Oslo’s airport. To his surprise, Norway was already in there ready to pick him up. Did the guy wait for him all that time, or he just guessed at what time America would show up? But this was no time to try to solve this mystery.
Two hours later, America was still in Norway’s car with unknown destination. The trip had been especially uncomfortable since after their initial greetings, Norway hadn’t said anything else ever since they left the airport. Starting to get nervous, America tried to say something to lighten up the mood.
“Okay, assuming that fairies are real, just what are these things we’re going to fight against? Little Tinkerbells?” America asked, a light smile showing up in the corner of his mouth.
“Fairies do exist, and I’m sure after this experience you’ll be more willing to believe in them. The creatures we’re going to face, my people call them the jötnar,” Norway remarked, and stopping at this word reverentially. “I’m going to save yourself from having to hear about their physical description for now. But remember this: my people has a quite different notion of what’s a fairy than the one you have. So I’m afraid those small and winged beings you have in mind aren’t exactly what’s awaiting us up there. Rather, it’s something way more sinister.”
“S-sinister?” America hesitated. “Well, it can’t be that bad, isn’t it? We have such a nice and sunny day! By the way, where are we heading to?”
“Jotunheimen,” Norway replied. “A high, mountainous area with deep forests and a huge lake. It’s a nice place to visit if you plan to go as a tourist, but I’m afraid the places we’re going to visit are anything but touristic.”
“Lovely, “ America giggled, feeling now more nervous than he had before. But hey, he was a hero. Seriously, what could go wrong?
I'm skipping author notes for now, in order to keep the suspense. Everything will be explained in the next chapter!
AUTHOR: kasumicc
RECIPIENT: fivedayslater
GENRE: Adventure/Romance
RATINGS/WARNINGS: PG13 for language. Unbetaed for now, will have it checked up for the next update.
SUMMARY: For the prompt: England and Denmark get captured by fairies. America and Norway have to save them.
It wasn’t like he missed England, not at all!
That was what America kept repeating himself over and over. However, it was getting harder and harder to believe everytime he repeated it. This had looked like such a promising holiday a month ago, just where did it go wrong? Everything he knew was that he was now stuck in his New York house waiting for England, sulking because what promised to be a quality holiday along with his boyfriend had gotten completely ruined. England wasn’t around as he was supposed to be. America was alone. Not that he missed England, of course.
Everything had started two weeks ago when England was still spending what America considered quality time with his awesome boyfriend (England would rather to say that an obnoxious git had decided to show up in his home, looking for equally obnoxious displays of affections. Not that he would admit that in his mind, the word ‘obnoxious’ was replaced by the word ‘lovely’). It was then that England received a mysterious call. What had been a pleasant afternoon changed considerably along with England’s mood, and a thoughtful look was accompanying his now somber eyes.
“England?”
“I have to get things packed; seems like that idiot of Denmark poked his nose where he shouldn’t have, once again,” England groaned. He seemed to consider something for a moment, and then he asked, “Are you coming with me?”
“Is someone in need for a hero, or you are just too shy to directly ask for my help?” America winked. “Anyways, what’s the matter?”
“Apparently, this wanker pissed off some fairies and - just what’s so funny, you twat?” England spat, after noticing that as soon as he had said ‘fairies’, America had started giggling uncontrollably. “This is by no means an insignificant matter; that wanker’s life could be in danger right now and -”
“Come on, England!” America snickered. “We’ve been through this, both you and I know that fairies don’t exist! Or, well, it’s rather like you know it yet you just don’t want to accept you’ve been wrong all this time about fairies!”
“For the last time. Fairies. Do. Exist.” England said in a deadly low voice. “Yes, we’ve talked about this. And again, the fact that you can’t see them doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”
“They’re just figments of your imagination, England!”
“THEY’RE NOT!” England roared with such vehemence, that America’s blood went cold and found himself unable to say something back. After some very awkward silence, England mumbled, “If you didn’t want to go, you could have just said so. I’ll be leaving now; I trust you’ll have at least the decency to take good care of my stuff.”
“But England-”
“Have a nice day, America.”
That had been the last time America had seen England. After that, America had spent day after day trying to call to England’s phone. Not that he wanted to apologize! He just wanted to make sure that England had realized just how irrational he was being. Eventually, England picked up the phone; a loud Fuck you was everything America could hear. And those had been the last words America had hear from England.
Just how long could England hold that stupid grudge against him? As scary as England’s voice was when he was mad, America found himself wishing to hear it once again.
And then, the phone rang. America jumped with the sudden sound, and once he was aware it was just the phone, he ran as fast as his legs allowed him to in order to pick up the receiver.
“England?!” America yelled to the phone. Seeing there was no reply from the other side of the phone, a blushing America realized he had hurried up too much and coughing, he tried once again. “Hello?”
“Good evening to you, America,” an impassive voice spoke, ignoring America’s prior outburst. “This is Norway here. How have you been?”
“Uh, N-Norway? Oh, I knew it was you, ha ha ha!” America laughed nervously. “I’m wonderfully as always, why should I be feeling lonely? But, thanks for asking”
America heard a sigh before Norway started speaking again. “I’ll be brief. As I’m sure you’re aware, England came here to help me with a little problem with fairies,” - Norway ignored the snort coming from America - “but unfortunately, things turned up to be more complicated than what I expected. As a consequence of this, now not only Den’s captured by these fairies, but England too. I’m afraid I can’t fix this alone, and since I figured you would be worried for England’s welfare...”
“W-what are you saying, why should I be w-worried? Ha ha...” America let out a fake laugh, “And I’m sure you can find someone else who can help?”
“Well, sure I can...,” Norway replied, “but for some reason I imagined you would want to be England’s hero this time. Now, if you don’t want to...”
“Hold on, who said I didn’t want to? You need a hero? You’re talking with the right person!” America’s voice sounded way more confident now. “What do you need for me to do?”
“For now, I’ll meet you at the Oslo airport. Have a pleasant flight, America,” and then, the call was hung up.
America let out his breath. Yes, he WAS worried for England; not because of him dealing with a petty and nonexistent thing such as fairies (what could they do, to make people sneeze with their magical powders?), but because it had been a whole week already since America had last heard of England. And that was strange on itself; no matter how mad England was, he would still call America to annoy him with things such as Brush your teeth before going to sleep! or Hamburgers are not a proper breakfast!. If England hadn’t called at all, it meant something terribly wrong had happened to him. Not that America missed hearing England’s voice...
Oh, who was he trying to fool, he DID miss England. Feeling defeated, he began to look up for his suitcase, in order to pick the first flight he could find to Oslo...
...wait, where the hell was Oslo?
After some checking in Google Earth from his iPhone (why it didn’t exist a National Geographic hotline?), a whole hour of battling with New York traffic, dealing with the Custom officer and fourteen hours of flight, America was finally in Oslo’s airport. To his surprise, Norway was already in there ready to pick him up. Did the guy wait for him all that time, or he just guessed at what time America would show up? But this was no time to try to solve this mystery.
Two hours later, America was still in Norway’s car with unknown destination. The trip had been especially uncomfortable since after their initial greetings, Norway hadn’t said anything else ever since they left the airport. Starting to get nervous, America tried to say something to lighten up the mood.
“Okay, assuming that fairies are real, just what are these things we’re going to fight against? Little Tinkerbells?” America asked, a light smile showing up in the corner of his mouth.
“Fairies do exist, and I’m sure after this experience you’ll be more willing to believe in them. The creatures we’re going to face, my people call them the jötnar,” Norway remarked, and stopping at this word reverentially. “I’m going to save yourself from having to hear about their physical description for now. But remember this: my people has a quite different notion of what’s a fairy than the one you have. So I’m afraid those small and winged beings you have in mind aren’t exactly what’s awaiting us up there. Rather, it’s something way more sinister.”
“S-sinister?” America hesitated. “Well, it can’t be that bad, isn’t it? We have such a nice and sunny day! By the way, where are we heading to?”
“Jotunheimen,” Norway replied. “A high, mountainous area with deep forests and a huge lake. It’s a nice place to visit if you plan to go as a tourist, but I’m afraid the places we’re going to visit are anything but touristic.”
“Lovely, “ America giggled, feeling now more nervous than he had before. But hey, he was a hero. Seriously, what could go wrong?
I'm skipping author notes for now, in order to keep the suspense. Everything will be explained in the next chapter!