Nordic Elements

PAIRINGS: SuFin, DenNor, IreSwitz, IreSve and hinted RusIre, slight RusLat, EstoniLat AND IreAus and RusSwitz

CHAPTER ONE

It had been a long time since Sweden and Finland had left Denmark for their own lives. A few centuries in fact. It was the Winter 2010 World Conference, which was combined into the World Christmas Party. Finland, as usual, was not there due to his duties as Santa. Sweden was used to this, although he wished that Finland would take just a little time off during the trip to spend some time with him. He hadn't seen Finland in a long time himself, having been busy helping Switzerland take care of Ireland, who's failing economy made her ill.

Sweden stood at the conference, silent as always, and when the party started he still just stood there. Nobody there seemed to care anyways...except his least favorite nation next to Russia. Denmark. Denmark appeared at Sweden's elbow, a mug of beer in his hand as always. "Su-saaaaan! Why not join in the festivities, have a beer, talk to someone!"

Sweden glowered at his longtime enemy, let off a frustrated noise and moved away from the half-drunk nation. Denmark wouldn't stand for that! He chased after the frustrated Swede, complaining about how the tall man was never happy and that he should try to make friends. Sweden puffed out a sigh and stomped off yet again. Luckily for him, Denmark had spotted Norway and set off to bug him instead. 'Good riddance,' thought Sweden.

He then felt long, graceful arms wrapping around his chest, pulling him into a hug from behind. After a moment, he recognized who it was, but he remained silent. Then Ireland's soft voice whispered to him, "Merry Christmas, lad..."

He knew Ireland saw him almost as a brother-figure, but he didn't see her as anything but a very close friend. She moved in front of him and hugged him closer, sighing happily. Sweden hugged her back, mumbling softly, "M'rry Chr'stmas t' y'u too, Irel'nd..."

OK, he might have at one point admitted in his diary that Ire was surprisingly pretty...and that she could be a great girl if his heart didn't belong to his Suomi-kun, and if her heart didn't belong to Switzerland. Sweden immediately shook the thought out of his head. As Ireland continued to snuggle up to the tall nation, he locked eyes with the Irishwoman's boyfriend, Switzerland. Switzerland nodded a greeting, and slightly smiled.

Switzerland knew that Ireland saw Sweden as a brother, so he didn't really care when she was clinging to the Swede like her life depended on it. He was just glad she was happy around Sweden. In both his and Ire's opinions, the blond man was a far cry better a brother than Scotland was nowadays. Anyways, after a while of cuddling, Ireland stiffened. Sweden knew why as well, stiffening himself. The quiet, dark 'kol'-ing of Russia reached his ears.

He felt Russia's faucet pipe resting on his shoulder, and held Ireland tighter protectively. "Wh't do y'u w'nt, Russ'a?" he asked coldly.

"I want Finland back, da. And Ireland here as well."

That's when Ireland's fist flew past Sweden's shoulder and connected with Russia's face. Sweden stepped to the side; he knew better than to get in Ireland's way when she was on the warpath. Ireland let it fly once Sweden was out of the line of fire. All anyone saw of Ire and Russia for the next five minutes was flying fists and little spatters of Russia's blood on the floor. When the fight ended, Russia was laying on the floor, unconscious. His nose was obviously broken, and it looked like Ire might have broken his jaw and/or given him a concussion. The rest of visible skin on Russia was either cut or bruised. Ireland, however, just had some slightly messed up hair and her glasses were askew.

Sweden let her cool off for a while, and then went to hug her again. He had to admit, he liked her hugs. They were warm and loving, plus Ire always knew how to make him smile. After a longer while of cuddling Ireland, chatting with Ire and Switz, and sharing cookies with Ire and Switz, Sweden noticed that Finland's car was outside the building. 'My wife is finally here!' he thought excitedly.

He had a big surprise for the Finn. Although Finland had a surprise of his own, and his wasn't a good one. The blond nation came running through the door, in his usual uniform, a terrified expression on his face. "THERE'S A TERRORIST IN THE BUILDING!" he screamed.

Sweden's eyes widened and everyone else began panicking. Excepting himself, Switz and Ire. At that, Sweden rushed over to Finland, taking him by the hands. He asked imperatively, "Wh're is th' t'rror'st, 'nd who is he?"

Finland sobbed out, "I don't know where he is, I only just saw him walk in as I pulled into the parking lot! He had a bomb in his hand, a suitcase bomb! I saw him put it in the case!"

Sweden didn't feel any more relaxed at all. He shook Finland a little, asking again, "Who w's he?"

Finland shook his head, blinking back tears. "I don't know who he is, Su-san! I didn't see his face!"

Sweden growled slightly, and began looking for anyone with a suitcase. Then he narrowed his eyes at the one nation carrying a suitcase. North Korea, with his black hair and red eyes. The communist nation looked around shiftily and set the suitcase down, flipping a switch on its side. Inside the case, a five minute countdown started. Sweden growled a little louder, fists clenching, forgetting he was still holding onto Finland's hands. Finland whimpered slightly.

Hearing the Finn's whimper, Sweden let go of him and patted his shoulder apologetically. Immediately after, he started towards North Korea, a fire burning in his eyes. Seeing the angry Swede heading toward him, Korea decided it was time to get out of there. He started to run, but too late. Sweden tackled him to the floor, pinning him there by the arms. "Sh't off th' bomb!" Sweden demanded.

The Korean grinned and chuckled. Sweden flushed and glared, a dark aura emanating from him. "Wh't's so f'nny?"

"It can't be stopped, Berwald. I set it to work like that. You're all going to die soon. In, oh...about less than two minutes now."

Sweden's eyes widened. He let North Korea go, heart pounding. Now the bombing nation didn't matter, just that he got as many people out of there as he could. He grabbed the nearby Norway by the arm and pulled him with him to the window. He used his water pipe to smash the window open, ordering Norway to flee the building. Denmark shortly followed, being sorta Norge-stalker there. Sweden turned to get Finland and Ireland out, but the two refused.

Ireland only left when Switzerland jumped through the broken window. Sweden tried desperately to persuade Finland to run while the other nations fled. That's when the pair heard Latvia's cry. They rushed toward the young Baltic to see North Korea holding him by the front of his uniform, AK-47 to his head. Sweden shot Korea a total death look. Latvia sobbed, trembling harder than ever. Denmark's voice pierced the silence. "Hej, not cool! Let the kid go!"

Sweden looked shocked as he turned to see Denmark, Norway and Iceland joining his side. Denmark swung his axe toward North Korea, stopping it just an inch from the other's neck. "Again, let him go!"

North Korea grinned. "Fine, have it your way."

The bomb exploded, the flash from it destroying the whole room. It was a prototype mini-nuke from Korea's military. Sweden never knew what hit him until later...

++++++++ (Ireland eyecatch: Hetalia~!)

Outside, the nations that had left the building panicked more. Ireland went pale as the explosion rocked the building. "Su-san...!" she cried, burying her face in Switzerland's chest. Switzerland hugged her comfortingly, but knowing that none of the Nordics could have survived that. He knew better than to be unnecessarily optimistic.

As the fire began waning, and the smoke thickening, the ambulances finally came. Oh, turns out that Switzerland and Austria were doctors! The two of them headed back into the building with the medics, and tried to find out if any of the Nordics survived. Austria found a badly wounded Finland first, and began tending to the younger nation's wounds. Finland kept whispering weak hopes and pleas that Sweden wasn't dead.

A couple medics soon found a dying Denmark laying next to a conscious but badly hurt Norway. Norway cussed in his language, promising that if Denmark died he was going to go into the afterlife and kill him again. They found Iceland next, he wasn't all that hurt. North Korea was dead, and Latvia badly wounded. They rushed the wounded Nordics to the hospital, Switzerland, a few medics and one ambulance staying behind to search for Sweden.

It took a long time to find the nation. When they finally found him, the Swede was in terrible condition. His uniform was completely soaked in blood, his heart was barely going and his leg was bent in a way it was never meant to be. Unfortunately, Sweden was still conscious when they found him. They had to move him onto the stretcher, but also to do that had to move his leg into normal position. When they did so, Sweden wanted to scream. He was so critically injured that he could only weakly gasp and whimper, however.

Then they went to the hospital. It was uneventful, so I'll skip to the action with blahs. -blahblahblahblahblah-blahblah-blahblahblah.

++++++++ (Denmark eyecatch: Hetalia!)

Iceland woke up to find himself in unfamiliar surroundings. He felt a light pain in his arm, and noticed it bandaged up. He checked his being over to find his leg also bandaged. Then he put his hand to his head, and realized his forehead was bandaged as well. Beep...beep...beep..beep..beep... He heard the heart monitor, its speed slowly increasing with his pounding heart. "WHERE THE HELL AM I?" he shouted.

A couple doctors attempted to calm him, but their attire only unsettled him more. Not a patch of bare skin was seen except for their face, as they were clothed in white unitards with head coverings. "You're in the hospital, in isolation." the female doctor explained.

If he wasn't freaked out before, he was definitely freaked out now! "Why the hell am I in isolation?" he snapped.

Normally the Icelander was quiet like Norway, but in this situation he had a right to be loud. The other doctor, a guy, stated, "When the bomb went off, you, the other Nordics and Latvia were contaminated with some kind of radiation. You're in isolation to make sure it does not harm you, and that it is not contagious."

Iceland glared. "You're making it sound like we ourselves are a disease!"

The female doctor looked grim. "The way it looks...you might be."

They had noticed something that Iceland did not. Whenever his anger or tension rose, the lights in the room brightened a little. Inside, both of them were thinking, 'This is a job for the FBI.'

++++++++ (Sweden eyecatch: H't'lia~!)

The tallest of the Nordics was deep in sleep, the heart monitor slowly beeping. Finland lay in the bed next to him, eyes filling slowly with tears. He didn't want to see Sweden so badly hurt, in isolation at that! The only sounds of the room was the beeping of the heart monitor and the slow dripping of IV fluid. Finland watched Sweden with worry and fear, praying that his close friend would survive.

He could see the Swede weakly shivering, for the room was quite cold. Finland was about to call a nurse to complain, but he felt a light rush of warm air. So did the unconscious Sweden. His shivering stopped, letting off a quiet sigh. Finland was amazed. Did he do that, or did Sweden? Since Sweden was out cold, Finland figured he did it himself.

The blond Finn sighed with relief. At least they wouldn't be cold now. Then Sweden stirred. The tall blond's blue eyes slowly opened, feeling a throbbing pain in his chest. He moaned slightly, then remembering what had happened. "M' w'fe..." he whispered with what little air he could take into his lungs, "'S he o...kay...?"

Shortly after finishing that sentence, he flinched and coughed, the very movement sending a strong wave of pain through his body. A little bit of blood came up with the cough. A tear slowly trickled down Finland's cheek hearing his friend. "Su-san...I'm here, I-I'm doing okay..."

He slowly reached over and delicately touched Sweden's arm with the tips of his fingers. Sweden steadily turned his head to face Finland and moved his arm to hold his hand. "M' w'fe..." he murmured.

The Finn was about to contradict him, but changed his mind considering both their conditions. He let off a slight smile and whispered back, "I'm right here, I won't leave...You'll be okay."

Sweden tried to smile back, but the throbbing pains in his chest and head were too much for him. Then the sounds of an argument reached both their ears. "Su-san is me best friend, an' I have a righ' t' see th' laddie!" shouted a feminine voice with a thick Irish accent.

Sweden immediately identified the infuriated tone, Ireland was shouting at someone. That unfortunate someone was one of the isolation staff, who was trying to explain to the Irishwoman that nobody was allowed in there. Ireland, stubborn as always, wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. "Listen, lad, I'm th' world representative o' Ireland, an' if ye don' let me in t' see me friend, I'm gonna file a complaint t' the world representative o' America about ye!"

Finally, the doctor gave in and allowed her to pass. Ireland immediately went to Sweden's side. "Lad, how're ye doin'?" she asked.

Sweden only moaned in response. He looked at his friend through pained eyes, and slowly reached for her hand. The ginger took his hand into her own and brushed the few locks of hair out of his eyes. The caring gesture went right to Sweden's heart, and for the first time in a while, he smiled. Finally, he constructed a warm and caring sentence toward his friend. "'S l'ng 's y'u 'nd m' w'fe 're h're...I'm h'ppy..."

Ireland smiled back, and patted his hand gently. That's when an excited whoosh of Dane flew through the door. "Sverige! Guess what I can do!" Denmark's voice was hoarse, and he was stuck in a wheelchair with a broken arm, but he was still his boisterous self. He snapped his fingers and a little spark of flame went into the air and quickly dissipated.

Sweden and Finland's eyes widened, and Ireland's mouth fell open. Denmark grinned and snapped again. This time a slightly larger flame spurted out. Sweden forgot to breathe for a minute or two, Finland squeaked, and Ireland gasped out incoherent words. The excitable Dane grinned even wider. "Isn't that cool, guys?"

Ireland sputtered, collapsing into a chair. She gulped in air, staring at Denmark with wide eyes. "H-how...how did you do that?"

Denmark shrugged, the ever-present smile still on his face. "I dunno, but it's cool!"

He wheeled over to Sweden's side, smiling. He ruffled the older man's hair, chuckling a little. The Swede's eyes narrowed. Denmark asked gleefully, "So what did you get, Swede? Since I'm fire, and Norge's plants an' stuff, you're probably water!"

"I d'n't kn'w! Go j'mp 'ff a cl'ff!" Yep, Sweden's defiant attitude was back! That was a good sign. Little did any of them know that soon all five of the Nordics would have to save the world.

A/N: Sorry if it's not good. Please don't kill me! By the way, I own nothing here! Except for OCs, like Ireland, North Korea, and a few others, except the Swiss cantons. Those belong to polfs_. They are used with permission. And YES RusSwitz, SHUT UP HATERS! Flames will be used to power Denmark. Spam will be eaten.