"Wohooo! Who's ready to rock?" shouted Denmark as he stood up at Sweden's table.
"I'm more than ready to throw rocks at you if you don't get down right now!" Norway, Denmark's best friend (or so he liked to think) yelled not looking up from the thick book he was currently reading.
Probably about trolls and pixies.
"Norway, do I really have to go? You know I don't like parties…" a boy maybe a bit younger than Norway and Denmark said. He had white ice-like hair and violet eyes, he was the personification of the island of Iceland.
"OF COURSE YOU HAVE TO GO, ICE!"
"Shut the hell up, Denmark! I swear if you don't shut up, I'll shove your damn Dane flag up your big ass!"
"Nor, you don't have to be so meannn~ Either way, you can shove that flag up my ass baby!" the Danish man winked while sending kisses to his annoyed friend.
Norway stood up. And Denmark knew that only meant problems.
"Aghh, I was totally kidding Nory! Heh…"
Norway went back to his beloved book as soon as Denmark apologized. He really didn't want problems. Right now.
Phew! That was close! Norway can be worse than Russia if he wants to. Scratch that! No one can be worse than him.
So Denmark's butt was saved.
"Hey, Nor, I bet you would looove to shove your Norwegian flag up Icelandic territory!"
"Arghhh!"
Spoke too soon.
"Don't kill me Norway!"
"You bastard!"
"Ugh not again…"
Finland came in and while anyone else might be surprised at the scene of a Norwegian chasing a Dane with a fish while an Icelandic watched with interest, to Tino Väinämöinen this was an everyday occurrence.
" Umm guys?" the always cheerful nation called
"I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You said I wanted to fuck Iceland!"
"Well you do! Don't lie! You have the hots for him!"
"Leave my little brother alone!"
"…I'm not your brother…" Iceland interrupted
"Guys?" an exasperated Finland tried to yell
"Yes you are. Call me onii-chan~"
"No."
"Well then call me, King of the Nordics, onii-chan!"
"Oh, God! Of course not!"
"GUYS!" the Finland finally managed to get the boys' attention
"What?" three voices called
"SHUT UP!...please…."
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…
…
…
"Who's in for a three-some with me?"
".Disgusting."
"No I'm not. I'm sexy! YOU are disgusting!"
"Well, you are childish!"
"Whatever! Hey Ice, how about YOU and ME. RIGHT NOW."
"Leave him alone!"
"Why? You jealous?"
"O-of course not!"
"Of me or Denmark?"
"Iceland!"
"HAHA! Good one Ice!"
Ugh never mind! Finland just couldn't keep them quiet.
It was like mission Impossible. Or worse. Blah! Let them kill each other. Or fucke ech other. Whichever came first…
AN-
Yay! My first Nordic~ish story! –If you can call it that cuz it's too short. Sorry!-
Don't you love the Nordics! And I must apologize for not squeezing in Berwald/Sweden!
Anyways, for my usual readers I'm sorry I haven't been uploading in like, what months? And I just had this little drabble up in my head so…yeah!
I'm also looking for a…co-author? (I don't know how those are called …) for a new story I'm going to start working on.
So if you are interested on co-writing this AU Hetalia story with me, send me a message and I'll tell what the plot is and the paring and all that shizzle.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Hetalia owns me X_x;
Surpirse! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Berwald: Tino…
Tino: Y-yes?
Berwald: I love you…