A/N: I don't really have much inspiration for my latest Hetalia fic. I like totally altered the plot in the second chapter, and it's crap. XD In any case, this came to me while listening to "Who knew?" by P!nk. Also, I don't ship Norway/Greece. They're best friends in my headcanon.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ITS CHARACTERS OR THE SONG OR TITLE OF THIS FIC.
Veins
Chapter 1
By StyloLove
Norway saw a puff of air as he breathed out into the cold, crisp winter night. He was on the porch of his house smoking a cigarette and trying to keep himself warm. It was almost Christmas and his children would be ecstatic with the joy of it in a few days.
His children. Children he should've had with another man over 13 years ago.
He had three children, three beautiful, wonderful children all with unique traits that defined them. He had two girls and a boy and a wonderful husband named Greece who courted him after a tragic accident.
A tragic accident.
"... Heracles," he said from the porch. Greece looked up almost instantly, concerned with the bitterness in Norway's voice.
"What is it?" Greece asked through the screen door. Norway sat down on the porch step and looked out to the street where the other houses seemed to be mocking him.
"It happened today, didn't it?" He replied nonchalantly. Norway's eyes remained cold and distant as Greece stepped out onto the porch to lean against the beam supporting the lighter part of the roof. He hesitated before responding.
"Yeah," he answered, "It did." Norway nodded aloofly and took in another drag of his cigarette.
"Isn't that why I started smoking?" He said. Greece didn't respond, just looked at the snow covered houses and streets that suddenly seemed out of his reach. When Norway didn't receive an answer, he continued to speak. "Damn, how long's it been now? 12 years?"
"15, I believe," Greece responded. Norway grinned spitefully.
"The bastard owes me 15 years already. Ha," Norway laughed bitterly as his breath came out in small, visible puffs due to the cigarette and freezing air. "15 years." Greece grit his teeth ruefully.
"I hate it when you get like this, Nor," he said, "I put the kids to bed by the way." Norway looked down for a second, and then looked up at Greece seriously.
"Did I ever tell you about him? All you heard was about his last day. You never actually heard anything about him from me, did you?" He asked. Greece shook his head from side to side briefly. A small smile flickered across Norway's face. "Would you like to hear? I'm in the mood for a long reminiscing," he replied.
Greece took a sip of his water and slid down the beam, landing gently on the floor in a sitting position. "I'm all ears," he responded. Norway nodded and shifted to face Greece.
"Alright then. When I was in high school..."
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Norway was walking down the hallway to deliver the attendance to the lady in the office that he knew always took it. He hadn't had much sleep that night, so his eyes were dull, droopy and he looked miserable. He opened the door to the office and went inside. He handed the attendance sheet to the attendance lady for his class and was about to leave when a tall, blonde boy about his age swung the door open and smacked Norway in the face with it.
"Oh man, dude, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!" He asked worriedly. Norway glared at him with daggers in his eyes as he picked himself up and dusted his clothes off.
"Fine," he replied and went to walk out the door when the boy grabbed his arm. He put a hand on Norway's forehead to feel the bump.
"Seriously, I'm sorry. Do you want me to walk you to the nurse or something? I'm just here for ISS, so..." The boy began. Norway laughed lightly.
"Wow. In school suspension? Really? You don't really seem the type," Norway responded. Denmark smiled at this and laughed along with Norway, even though Norway was laughing at him, not with him.
"I got caught throwing water balloons at people from the chemistry club window. It's pretty high up, so they say I could've seriously hurt someone," he said. "It was fun though!" Norway looked dubious.
"Is that right?" he asked. They started walking down the hall, one more enthusiastic than the other.
"So... your name. What is it?" Denmark asked nonchalantly. Norway pondered the question for a moment, giving Denmark suspense.
"Norway," he replied. Denmark stopped in the hallway while Norway kept going. After a second, Norway looked back to see what the hold up was, expecting the attention deficit boy to follow in suit.
"Norway... Norway! I like, no love it!" Denmark exclaimed and closed the space between himself and the other boy. He extended his hand excitedly and the other boy took it cautiously. "I'm Denmark, by the way!" Norway couldn't help but feel a smile tugging on his lips.
"D-D-Dahunmaku. Danmahrku," Norway's face scrunched up, "Danmark... Sorry, I have trouble pronouncing the name with my accent. Is Danmark right?" Denmark smiled at this and laughed lightly.
"It's "eh," not "ah." But that's alright! I've always wanted a nickname!" Denmark exclaimed. Before Norway knew it, they were at his class.
"Well, I have to go," Norway said. Denmark frowned.
"Wow, your classroom's pretty far away from the main office. Hey, if you ever see me again, don't be a stranger, alright?" Denmark winked and walked away. Norway sighed and walked into his class, sitting down and getting to work on a science project that was due the next day.
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The next week went by quicker than Norway had expected it to. As he packed up his stuff from his locker, he heard shouts and loud yells coming from outside since the windows were open. He grabbed his violin, scooped up his book bag, and ran outside to see what all of the fuss was about.
There was a huge crowd circled around one particular area of the schoolyard. Norway couldn't see, so he walked over the crowd and went on his tip toes. Still no luck. So, he decided to leave his stuff on the ground and crawl on the ground through the crowd.
When his head poked through a pair of legs, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. A tall blonde haired boy was beating the living shit out of a much shorter blonde boy, and much weaker, at that.
The taller boy was Denmark.
Norway's eyes twitched slightly and he rubbed them, not believing that the boy he had met, who was so kind, so loving, was capable of such violence. The smaller boy was fighting back fervently, but to no avail.
Blood was spewing everywhere, and no one said anything to stop it. After a couple of minutes, when Norway snapped back into reality, he did something about it.
"Wh... What are you doing?!" he said. He knew over all of the cheers and jeers that no one would be able to hear him. He tried again, but it was still of no use. Finally, he sucked in as much air as he could and screamed at the top of his lungs, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, DAMNIT?!"
All eyes turned to Norway, who had a distressed look on his face and was near tears. He was shaken up by all the blood splattered on the floor and the two bloodied up boys beating each other. "Norway...!" Denmark started, but Norway had already scooped up his belongings and started running home. "Norway!" Denmark yelled.
America was helping England up, glaring at Denmark all the while. He was curious as to why the fight had started in the first place, but figured he didn't want to have all his limbs broken before fixing England up. "Come on, Iggy..." he said.
It was a struggle, but with America's help, England managed to stay standing. England grinned abruptly and said to Denmark, "That was some fighting, eh, Den?" America was taken aback by this sudden outburst.
Denmark smiled wearily. "Yeah. But my friend took it the wrong way. I have to go after 'im. See you later," he said, and with a wave of his hand was off.
Norway continued running down the street towards his house when he felt drops of water on his neck. It started raining, but he kept running. 'You were so nice. I wanted to be your friend. Why were you killing that boy?! I need to know!' He thought, but was afraid of the answer.
His hair became messy and tangled as the rain kept pounding his body mercilessly while he stepped through puddles. He stopped suddenly to catch his breath when a car went by, going through a puddle at mach speed and drenching Norway in puddle water. The air was cold, so he began to shiver slightly.
He sat down next to a building on the sidewalk and tried harder to catch his breath. He sneezed and knew he was catching a cold, but just didn't have the strength to continue running because he had run at full speed to get away from Denmark. His house was still so far away, it felt like a dream.
The bloody scene flashed in his mind and suddenly he remembered what had happened to him when he was younger. Images of his mother lying on the floor, bathed in blood. He was standing their, eyes wide in disbelief at his father's lack of mercy. He saw his father grabbing him by the neck and then tried to shake the images away. "No! NO!" He had his eyes closed, shaking, and hands in between his knees. "Stop it, father..."
Denmark was standing right in front of him, eyes full of worry. "Norway, I'm sorry. It wasn't what you thought. You misundersto—"
Norway slapped Denmark across the face and stood up immediately. "YOU BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM! DON'T SAY IT WASN'T WHAT I THOUGHT!" He screamed. Denmark rubbed his cheek lightly and stood up to look Norway in the eyes.
"It was a stress fight. We were stressed out, so we decided we'd have a fight to let our stress out. Please, try to understand," Denmark explained. Norway's eyes became less frightened at hearing this.
"... Please, don't do it again... I can't... I can't stand blood," he said. "It's the one thing that shakes me up more than anything." Denmark wrapped his arms around the Norwegian boy and rubbed his hair.
"I'm sorry, Norway. It won't happen again. Just try to calm down. I don't know what happened to make you fear blood this way, but I'll make certain I'll never be the cause of your fear to return again, okay?" Denmark said.
Norway nodded in understanding and rested his head on Denmark's chest, trying to calm down and stop shivering from the cold. Denmark noticed Norway's trembling and felt his forehead.
"Norway, you're running a fever...!" Denmark pointed out. "You're burning up! I'll take you home. You're not going by yourself." He picked Norway up in one arm and balanced his book bag on top of his body and grabbed Norway's violin with his free hand.
The rain didn't let up.
A/N: This I my first DenNor story. It'll be double chapters! I hope you like it.