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Blood Tests
It was a peaceful November morning in Oslo, Norway. Snow was gently falling to the ground in large fluffy clusters, whilst the sun was still low over the horizon, causing the entire city into a depressing state due to the darkness and gloomy atmosphere.
Norway had just started to wake up. He was laying on his side, curled up in a ball on his bed in a tangled mess of sheets and blankets. After a tired sigh his eyelids started fluttering open and he started push himself out of his warm cocoon into the cold air around him.
Norway grasped the blankets harshly with both hands as he slowly, but forcefully threw them off of himself. He suddenly felt the tingle of cold air on his pale skin, as if someone had just jabbed needles all over his body. After the sudden awakening, Norway got accustomed to the temperature and clambered out of his bed.
He pulled a pair of woolly socks and looked at the clock next to his bed. 6:30, he read.
He was about to leave the room when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His hair was standing at odd angles, a few strands in giant knots, whilst his deep blue eyes looked extremely tired, with dark bags under them. Well I look fantastic, he grumbled in his head. He turned away from the mirror and left the room.
The sweet smell of coffee was hovering around the dark house. Norway inhaled deeply. Sometimes he thought he was addicted.
He was just pouring himself his first cup of coffee when the phone rang.
Norway sighed with frustration. Who rings at this time in the morning?
He picked up the phone and answered in a grouchy voice. "Hello?"
"Lukas?" His Boss. "This is an emergency. I need you in Copenhagen, as soon as possible. At the hospital. Your flight is at 7:00 in the morning. Oh, and don't eat or drink anything but water."
Then the phone hang up.
The hospital? In Copenhagen?
"Denmark!" Norway shouted in realization. What had that idiot got himself into this time?
Norway glanced at the clock. 6:45.
Norway hadn't ran that fast for a while. Damn the old age, he thought, I guess the Viking Age has finally caught up.
He was now sitting "comfortably" on the plane, next to an old man, who was snoring in his sleep, whilst directly behind him he heard a baby starting to wail, whilst their mother was trying to hush them, with little success.
His head was already starting to ache. This is going to be long flight.
Norway finally arrived in Copenhagen, after a nerve racking flight, worrying about the stupid Dane.
Even if the Dane was one of the most annoying people to live on the plane, Norway still cared about him a lot, they had spent all of eternity together after all.
Norway found a taxi and got inside.
Norway was entered the hospital, with a tight feeling in his chest. He really disliked hospitals. The too white walls, the stench of chemicals, the miserable and worried people, just waiting. Waiting for news, for any sign of hope…
"Nor!"
Norway broke from his trail of thought. Denmark…?
"Nor!" It was Denmark. Denmark was running towards him, arms open in a welcoming hug. Norway sighed in relief, knowing that the Dane was alright and took a step to the side in the last second. Denmark carried on running and tripped over a chair.
"Ow…" he groaned as he rubbed his head. Then he looked up and saw the Norwegian again and grinned.
Norway offered him a hand and he took it.
"Have you been called here too?" Said a deep, gruff voice.
Norway turned to the owner of the voice.
"Hi, Sve," the Norwegian greeted the Swede, "and yes."
"We have too," said a cheery voice behind Sweden.
Finland was standing next to Iceland with a friendly smile on his face, whilst Iceland glanced at the Norwegian, then looked away, tapping away on his phone.
"So," the Norwegian started, "Why are we here?"
"Blood tests," stated Sweden bluntly.
The Norwegian raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Blood tests," repeated the Swede.
Norway stared at Sweden then glanced at the others.
The Finn had a forced, almost painful smile on his face, trying to look reassuring, but a bead of sweat could be seen on the side of his head.
Iceland, who was still tapping away on his phone, appeared bored, but Norway could see the fear in his lavender eyes.
Sweden, had no expression whatsoever, yet the Norwegian could see that he was standing very still, with his shoulders tensed.
Denmark, on the other hand looked happy as ever, his grin still plastered across his face.
"Oh come on guys. Don't be such chickens," the Dane said confidently.
Norway had to admit, that he felt quite uneasy about this. He had never had a blood test (he doubted the other Nordics had as well), and he really did not like the idea of a needle being stuck into his skin in search for a vein…
"Nor, you've gone pale, you know, paler than usual…" rambled Denmark.
"I'm fine," snapped the Norwegian.
"Are you sure?" Asked the Dane.
"Yes."
The Dane smirked and said, "You didn't have your coffee this morning, did you?"
Norway didn't answer.
He was already in a bad mood and the Dane wasn't helping.
The Dane continued to smirk.
"You're addicted."
"I'm not."
"Are too."
"I said, I am not."
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure that I am less addicted than you are to your beer."
The Dane's smirk disappeared in an instant. "…Shut up…" He murmured.
Now it was the Norwegians turn to smirk.
"Please can the following patients come to room 205 immediately: Berwald Oxenstierna, Tino Väinämöinen, Mathias Køhler, Lukas Bondevik and Emil Steilsson.
They each glanced at each other with fearful looks on their faces.
"Well, let's go then…"
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. New chapter will be updated soon.
I also wish you all the best this New Year!