After being introduced to them, I've taken a liking to a certain group of characters: The Nordic Five.

They're currently my second favorite grouping after the three Baltic States, so I thought that they deserved a chance to appear majorly in one of my stories. I'm not basing this on any historical event, and I'm using country names.

Denmark: Yay for me! And the rest of us too, but mostly me. :D

Iceland: Shut it Denmark.

Sweden: H'lp me. -_-

Finland: -Celebrating with salmiakki-

Norge: -Looks up from book- Go on.

This multi chapter fic will be starring: Denmark and Norway!

Denmark: YEAH! Gimmie a hug Norge! :D

Norge: Oh boy...

And it will also be featuring: Iceland, Finland, Sweden, England, Italy.

With some appearances from: Sealand, America, Germany, Romano, Russia, the three Baltics, Poland and more!

Chapter 1

Autumn in Europe.

It's a beautiful time of year, especially if you lived in Northern Europe.

As the cool breeze is unleashed, it lifts brightly colored leaves and blows them past the window of a large house, where all is peaceful.

However, the silence didn't last.

"NOOORRRGGGEEE!" A loud, cheery Dane rushed down the stairs, calling for his best friend. Said nation had his nose in a book as usual, trying his best to ignore the other man.

"I'm really bored right now, Norge."

"Mhmm." The Norwegian didn't even look at him.

"So, what do you think I should do?"

Norway made a face. "How about you leave me alone?" He muttered, turning his back to Denmark.

Of course, Denmark didn't catch any of it. "Norge, whatcha reading?" He leaned over to try and read out of the book, but to his dismay, it was nothing but mythology. "That's so boring, man! How come you're still looking at that after two hours?"

Norway finally looked up. "Don't you have something better to do, like prancing around in the meadow or something?"

"But I'm lonely.."

"Or, you could just play games on your laptop. Much less lonely than sitting around."

That did it. Within minutes, Denmark was up the stairs and in his room.

The other blond sighed in relief, glad to maintain his peace...only to hear a loud explosion five minutes later, which brought the attention of the other Nordic nations.

"Noooooorrrrggggggeeeeee, this is an emergency!" Denmark cried as he made his way back down. He was covered in black dust, holding a rather dented laptop; it seemed that he had blown it up by accident.

"I won't even ask." The annoyed nation continued reading. The other three could barely hold back their laughter, though.

"Norge, the computer screen had the word 'fight' on it, so I whacked the dudes on the screen and then my computer broke! That's so unfair!"

"Maybe we could call Estonia. He's good at fixing things around here."

"B't why? C'n't y'u j'st l't me f'x it?" (But why? Can't you just let me fix it?)

"Noooooo, Sweden, you are NOT touching my laptop."

"J'st g've it t' m', I'm n't going t' d' 'nyth'ng bad." (Just give it to me, I'm not going to do anything bad.)

"Yeah, like that's the most truthful thing in the world."

"'re y'u c'll'ng m' a l'ar?" (Are you calling me a liar?) Sweden had his fists clenched by now.

"Su-san! Denmark! Can't you guys settle it another way?"

"Um, let me think...no!" They said in unison before turning back around. As the proceeded to curse at each other, Iceland put a hand to his face in disgust. None of them noticed as the fifth Nordic called their names, attempting to interrupt the struggle.

"D-Denmark? Sweden? Finland? Ice? Hello? You guys hear me?"

His soft voice was drowned out by Denmark and Sweden's punching and cursing, Finland's yelling, and Iceland threatening to call the cops. He tried again several times, but they continued on as if he was invisible.

"That's it!" A fed up Norway threw his book down, and started toward the door.

"Big brother, where are you going?" Iceland asked, finally acknowledging the Norwegian.

"I'm going for a walk. None of this is helping me one bit."

He slammed the door as he walked out, as Denmark got a dirty look from Iceland. "Nice Job, Danmark."

Norway walked away from the house without turning to look back. He clenched his eyes closed as they grew wet with tears.

"W-why can't they just listen to me for once? They never do..."

Gingerly, he laid his hand on where his heart should be, feeling like it would snap in half right then and there.

For the past few months, the other four Nordics his drifted away from him considerably, including his brother and self-proclaimed "best friend". In a short amount of time, his voice was no longer heard, his presence was nothing more than a minor addition to the group, and he had come home badly beaten once, but they barely even heard him walk in. On some occasions, Denmark would give him undivided attention, but he was so persistent that it was more of a curse than a blessing. Iceland, of course, offered him the best support possible, but due to his own matters he barely had time to spend with his brother.

"If only, if only..."

Blinded by tears and lost in thought, he wandered on. At this point, he didn't even know where he was headed.

"Fire burning in my eyes, it warms my hands when I'm alone, there's no one here to hold me tight..."

In a soft, somber voice, Norway's feelings were expressed through one of his favorite songs.

"Turn green meadows into gray..."

Out of nowhere, a loud sob broke the silence. Wiping the tears out of his eyes, he found the source of the noise: Italy Veneziano.

"I-Italy?" Norway blurted out, his voice still choking from his sobs.

"Noorrwaayy! My cat went into that house, but I don't wanna go in cause England told us it was haunted! I don't know what to do!" Veneziano continued to cry.

Norway sighed deeply. Just looking at the guy like this would break his heart even further. He had to do something.

"I-it'll be alright, Italy. I...I'll come with you."

"N-Norway?" Italy said as Norway slowly opened the door to the house. "A-are you sure you don't want to surrender?"

"Italy." Norway responded, dragging Italy into the house, "There isn't anything to be afr..."

And with that, the door slammed shut, scaring the life out of the two.

Italy: Someone help us!

Norway: ...

Denmark: Can someone please fix my laptop? No, Sweden, not you!

Sweden: I. G've. Up.

Finland: Uh, guys?

Iceland: -Facepalm-

It'll take a few days to get the next chapter ready. In the meantime, I appreciate reviews.

The song Norway sang before was "Misseri(Turn Green meadows into Gray)" by Leaves' Eyes, a Norwegian metal band.