A/N: This story is one of those innocent prompts from the kink meme. It was supposed to be Norway and young Norway got switched and Denmark teaches young Norway about technology. And there was a line I was supposed to use about a puffin and a calculator.

Constant worrying was making Norway miserable. Berwald and Tino had finally managed to run away from Den. They would occasionally call him and update him on what was happening, but they always refused to talk to Denmark. Norway talked to Iceland about it because something felt... off without them. "You honestly think they'll stay away forever?" Iceland reasoned. "Well..." It was starting to seem that way. With this spell, he would be able to prove to himself that what his brother said was true. 20 years was a good amount of time for things to blow over, was it not? Okay, maybe not for a country, but he was a little scared of what was to come.

"I thought you said you weren't going to do this anymore."

"I said I wouldn't do black magic anymore. And that was just to calm down Italy," England clarified with a wicked grin. Norway looked away. He trusted England, but magic did have a mind of its own. And a way of turning whoever used it slightly insane. At least temporarily.

"So where do we start?" The Scandinavian had done simple magic before, but nothing as complex as this. He had come to get a glimpse of the future, so he assumed they would be using a form of scrying. Norway didn't know all the details, but it was mentioned in one of the books he read once.

"There's no ritual, just a spell. Or at least there will be! If only I could find that bloody spell book!" England started to leave the room grumbling about paperwork and how everything gets lost in it. He would have had an easier time locating all of his magic-making materials if he was in the room he was used to instead of the living room.

This morning, walking to England's house through a blizzard and then waiting for England to open the door, he had heard tinkling noises coming from his right. Through a darkened window he could see stacks of thick books illuminated by strange colored lights. Norway knew England had a secret spell casting room, but whenever he asked about it England denied its existence. So instead here he was, standing in a normally furnished room that didn't really complete the mystical atmosphere. Though the light blue walls did make everything seem calmer.

"Oh, that's fine, actually. I would be more comfortable if we used mine first." A real prophecy would have been nice to hear, but he didn't know of any Völva in the area.

"But I don't know your-"

"It's easy. You'll be fine," Norway cut in. He reached down and picked up a blue book on the floor that was previously unnoticed by the British nation. Years of wear showed on the cover that was probably made from some animal hide. A small gold cross was emblazoned on the front. Several sticky notes slipped between pages further pointed to its frequent usage. Norway thumbed through them and found the one he wanted in the middle of the book. "Is this one good?" he asked, pointing to an old prayer written in neat script.

"Blast it, I can't read this!"

"Just flip to the next section." England sighed and paired it with an eye roll. "Lære meg i drømmer. Berike livet mitt…" the Nordic country read along silently in his head.

"How am I supposed to know where that starts? You know, this makes me remember my school days, when all the English teachers taught their students how to pronounce 'o's with slashes through them." The sarcasm in his voice was probably potent enough to be its own magic.

"Actually, it has many different pronunci..." Arthur sighed again and quietly suggested that he finish praying now. Norway muttered something that England wouldn't have been able to understand even if he said it louder, asking Freyja for a vision of the future or some type of comfort; preferably one where all his brothers' problems had been resolved. He also hoped that nothing would go wrong with his friend's spell (From listening to other countries' experiences with England's spell-casting abilities, Norway figured he might end up needing divine intervention).

The British nation left the room. He needed to find that book! Luckily for him, he was greeted by two small fairies in the hallway. Both of them held on to a corner of a thick book with various runes painted on.

"Oh, thanks!"

"We figured you would need this," said the one in the blue dress. "It was under-gggh-a stack of cookbooks-ugggh-really, you should look at those more-" she grunted, struggling to hold the book up. England rushed back to the living room with it.

A few minutes of quiet passed, and Norway faced England again.

England was seriously wondering what was going through his mind. He could easily find out with a simple spell.

No, that's not right, no privacy-invasive spells on friends...he reminded himself.

Norway's hand had gone up to his cross twice while he was praying. This couldn't be about his brothers, could it? Well, there was almost no way to get Norway to tell you something if he wasn't ready. "Ready to give my magic a go?" England suggested.

"It's proven to work?"

"Proven. Yes, proven…" England added with a laugh that echoed around the room. Technically, the leather-bound book said the spell was for "gaining insight". His fairy friends called it "spying" but he found that word a little extreme. Just a little.

"Fine," Norway reluctantly agreed. The Brit started casting his spell, speaking in low, measured tones. Sadly, he was distracted by fiddle music that started to play out of nowhere.

A mildly annoyed expression appeared on Norway's face. It would have been more severe, except he was one of those people who personalized his ring tones. This ring tone was actually louder than the person it was set for, so he figured he was alright. Before he pressed the green button that would allow him to talk to Iceland, he tried to regain his composure. "Happy thoughts. Umm… um…" As he struggled to think, a voice whispered in his ear.

"Fairies."

"Sure, fairies. Hey wait—"

What was it about privacy again?

Norway's finger accidentally pressed down on the button it was touching and his mood automatically improved as the voice came through.

"Hey, Nor."

"Wanna come ice fishing with us today?" An impatient Danish voice asked.

"Stop breathing over my shoulder," Iceland swatted Denmark away playfully.

"I can't come right now, sorry," Norway replied.

Denmark piped up again. "But remember that other time you didn't come?"

"I was sick—" defended Norway.

"Finland caught a huuuuge fish but it almost ripped the pole out of his hands and then Sweden made this epic lunge for it," -he erupted into a fit of laughter- "He fell in up to his neck before Finland caught him!" Denmark told him. Iceland started to tap his foot on the floor, getting impatient. They only got so much sunlight a day; they should make good use of it.

"Why are you laughing? Didn't Iceland get mad and push you in for that?" Norway asked.

Yes; the lighter-haired nation remembered that.

"Norway, are we still going ahead with this?" England asked.

"Um, yeah, I can't come, but I promise I'll tell you about it later, I'm with England." He quickly closed the phone. Conversations with Denmark could go on forever. Britain glared, then started again.

"You have to do something, too."

"Hmmm? Oh, yeah." Norway was busy trying to brace himself for the spell and trying to quell his nervousness. He leaned over his book that England was now holding. "Clear your mind. Focus solely on…" Norway read the instructions from the book aloud, half to himself. He tried to do what it said and focus on what exactly he wanted to see, and where. How far he wanted to see.

Norway started glowing and feeling a strange sensation, until his nervousness faded along with his consciousness.