I do not own a thing, even if I wish I did. Thumbelina's story is Hans Christian Andersen's, and the movie I based it on (and the songs) Belong to Don Bluth. All Nations Belong to themselves, and the characters belong to Himaruya.
Once upon a time, there was a lonely woman that wanted more than anything a child to call her own. But she never seems to find a man to fit her taste, and the years gone by. Being a brave, unusual woman, she decided to pay a visit to the famous Britannia Angel, and ask him for a man-free solution, in order to have a kid anyway.
Britannia Angel gave her a little seed, and ordered her to plant it in a flower pot, Or being more current- "Plant the bloody seed, Woman. Geez, and than they ask why stupid little brats thinks babies come from some bloody cabbage! Oh, and make sure to put it in a pot, if you want the kid to come out right. Being both mentally challenged and tiny won't do no good for a brat, or his mom, which would be you".
But never mind Britannia Angel's filthy mouth, or the fact that he was drunk as hell at the time she came to visit him, well, at last she didn't. She did as he told her, planted the seed and took care of it lovingly, and it begun to grow slowly. It spurted and one day, a little bud appeared. The women leaned down and kissed it, and it sprung open, reviling a tiny, yet very beautiful, young girl- or what looked like a girl- for the dress she was wearing.
"Oh…" the woman looked at the tiny being waking up, blinking against the sun at the first time."Good morning, dear, I'm your mother. What a pretty girl you are".
"But, mother... I'm a boy". And indeed, so it was. "I'm Norway, mother".
The woman was surprised, yet she smile widely at her tiny, dress-wearing new son. "Well, Norway, You are a very handsome boy, even in a dress." She laughed and let the boy, no larger than her thump, to climb up her hand. He had a very bright blond hair, almost silver-white, and light blue eyes.
Norway might have been loved by his mother and all the animals in the farm, but being no larger than a thumb wasn't easy.
Who is the girl no bigger than a bumble bee?
Who is the angel with a funny name?
We don't know where she's from or how she came to be?
But happy was the day she came!
Every day his mother took him out to the farm, and Norway did his best to help her. Yet, being so small, He didn't helped mach. But his mother appreciated his efforts, and he enjoyed to see her happy.
Thumbelina
She's a tiny little squirt
Thumbelina
Tiny angel in a skirt
Thumbelina
She's mending and baking, pretending, she's making things up
Thumbelina
Norway had to keep wearing a dress, for his mother couldn't make pants small enough for him, and after a while he, too, got used to the dress, and since he never left the farm- there was no one to mistake his gender.
Who would believe the wonder of the world I see
each little minute brings a new surprise
there's only one peculiar thing that bothers me
Seems I'm the only one my size
As the time went by, Norway begun to worry. It seems that there was no other "little people". He felt a bit lonely that way, but he was happy with his mother and the animals that become his friends. They kept him from feeling alone, and always cheered him up when he got sad over his size.
Thumbelina
Thank the Lord and save our meals
Thumbelina
Maybe if you had high heels
Thumbelina
If you stay here forever we know that we'll never become quite glum
Thumbelina
She's always in the thick
Thumbelina
But I get out in the lick
Thumbelina
Sometimes its sickness, but this time it's bigness
Oh a plum's so big, and the thing's so big
And they call it a twig but a twig's so big
It's a big, big world for Thumbelina, Thumbelina, Thumbelina
That's me!
Every night, before going to sleep, his mother opened the fairytale book to read him a story. Norway loved this time of the day more than anything. He was charmed by the beautiful stories of bravery, love and magic. Handsome princes, knights and heroes, going on existing journeys and adventures, fighting against fearsome monsters and all the chances, to achieve justice or love. Young maidens facing a harsh destiny, and finding fortune and love for they're good hearts.
Magicians, trolls, giants, dwarves, nymphs… he loved them all, but, the stories he loved the most was about fairies. This little, winged people… and about his size, too. He spends many nights wondering if fairies did exist. He really hoped so.
Every night, he asked his mother to leave the book open by his bad on the windowsill, so he could look at the drawings of the fairies. When everybody else in the house where sound asleep, he would get up from his nutshell bad, and imagine he was a fairy himself. Sometimes he was singing to himself, dancing alone and thinking of a fairy ball, all glittering wings and gentle petal cloth, spinning around. It was a secret, and Norway was sure to deny if he was asked.
Yet he dreamed of finding real fairies, and love, like in the fairytales his mother have read to him. His face grow warm from the thought of finding someone, to love him truly, like in the stories. Sometimes it was a charming princess, a soft eyed, pretty fairy with a dress made of white lily petals and wings that glittered soft purple, and sometimes… sometime he dreamed about a fairy prince. It was silly and absurd, yet he couldn't help himself. He imaged a brave prince, one that will do everything in order to have him.
I know there's someone, somewhere
Someone who's sure to find me soon
After the rain goes there are rainbows
I'll find my rainbow soon
Soon it won't be just pretend
Soon a happy ending
Love, can you hear me
If you're near me
Sing your song
Sure and strong
And soon
He singed to himself and danced around with his imaginary prince on the windowsill, his dress twirling around, and ignored the real world for a while.
***
Meanwhile, not so far away from the house where Norway was dancing and singing to himself, a swooshing sound was heard, as the local fairy court was flaying by. It was the beginning of the autumn, and so the king and queen (that, being another male fairy asked over and over to be called king too, or at list the king's husband, not his wife… what clearly never happened, since the king himself call him his wife or queen), was leading the goldening of the leaves.
With them was supposed to fly the entire court, yet…
"Su-san… I think you're brother is missing… again." The queen (King's husband! Husband!) Whispered to the king, after looking back and discovering that yet again, his brother-in-law was absent, and his flower carriage was empty.
"H' nv'er eprri't y'ur fl'wr carr'g, m' wife" said the King, looking unhappily at the empty carriage, where his younger brother should have been. He knew his brother disliked the flowery taste of his darling wife ("I'm not you're wife! I'm a man, Su-san!"), and the formal events very mach, yet it was no acceptable excuse to cutting such an important event.
"Don't get mad at him, Su-san… I'm sure he is just lonely and feels foolish to ride alone when all the other royals ride in couples." The king sighed and hugged his wife (Husband!). "as y' w'sh, L've."
The fairy in question was not so far way, riding around a firefly, and sulking about his King-brother and his lovey-dovey wife. His brother always was kind of a stick-in-the-mud, raised as the crown prince, one-day-to-rule and such, but since he married the little charming thing he called "m'wife", not that he had anything against his bro-in-law, he got ten times worse. Wife wants (or he thinks he wants)? Wife gets.
It was a pain in this royal ass. Come on, you try living in the same house as a newlywed couple. You always seem to walk in on them doing something privet- be it having some quality-time cuddling on the couch, making-out in the garden or having sex on the kitchen counter. (Real story, Denmark still tried to erase the picture from his poor mind).
No to mention, it made him feel really lonely.
And then heard that voice. Someone no so far away was singing, and he would bet his royal axe (his most treasured possession. Left at home, much to his displeasure, in his brother's order, that said that Denmark will find no use to it, and wasn't even willing to hear Denmark's rather creative ideas of how he could find a use to it) That it was the most beautiful voice he has ever heard.
He was determinate to find the singer. Following the voice he reached to a window, barley open, and as he looked in…
"Wow… she isn't just a good singer… she is quite pretty, too…" His eyes were fixed on what looked to him like a short-haired blond girl, dancing and singing to herself (that was, of course, no other than Norway). Quickly he sneaked trough the gap between the window and the frame, and hide himself behind the open book, peeking at the dancing Norway.
Unaware of his audience, Norway opened his eyes after finishing one more dance with his imaginary fairy prince, and strike up a one-way conversation with "the prince".
"So you have to go now?" Demark smirked at the little loon talking with herself, "you are a wonderful dancer… will you come back?". The girl looked down to the floor (anther book, actually) "Please come back tomorrow… I'm really lonely, you know".
"A pretty girl like you? I'm sure there are tons on man who would love to keep you company… like me". Denmark came out of his hiding place, to face a rather flustered, mad and embarrassed Norway.
"I'm a boy! And-" Norway looked angrily at the intruder, before his mind processed what he was seeing. Yes, that was another guy at his size, and…
"You… you have wings…" his eyes grow wide, "you… you are a fairy…"
"Aren't you?" Denmark failed to see the lack of wings on Norway's back, too distracted by, well, everything else about him. "And, ah, sorry for calling you a girl… so, what's up with the dress?"
Norway swallowed nervously, "No. I'm just a little person… not a fairy. And my mother- a normal size human, mind you, can't make cloths small enough for me… It's a rather wired story involving a drunken angel and…never mind." He looked down, shaking his head.
"Well, that doesn't change a thing; you are still the most beautiful person I have ever seen, um-?"
"Norway". Muttered Norway, looking at Denmark shyly, all of a sudden amazed that yes; he was actually talking to a real fairy, and a fairly handsome one, too.
"Norway… Pretty name to a Pretty boy" Denmark avoided the pillow Norway thrown at him "no need to get feisty, Norge- I can call you Norge, right?"
"No, for a matter of fact, you can't!"
"Oh, But it sound almost as cute as your face blushing like now…"
"Don't. Call me. Cute."
"But you are!"
"Arrg! Are all fairies so annoying?!"
"Oh, but Norge, why my compliments annoy you so?" he slowly drown near Norway, than whispered while smirking "Can it be that you are developing a crash on my?"
"No way! I don't even know your name, and I'll never fall for an arrogant jerk like you."
"Well, my name is Denmark. One problem is out, isn't it?"
Norway pushed him away, blushing madly, "You're still a Royal pain in the ass"
"Not so far from the true." Denmark took Norway's hand in his and leaned down to kiss it "Fairy prince, at your service, lovely."
Norway pulled his hand away and turned around with a scoff. "You want me to believe that you are the king of fairies' son?"
"Well, not the current king's- that would be my brother, royal-stiff-like-he-got-a-stick-up-his-ass Sweden" Denmark's made an impolite gesture with his hand. "But even thought I am no crown prince, a prince I am."
Norway looked away to hide the giggle that almost escaped his lips at Denmark's childish behavior, and suddenly jumped back in fear as he sow something blinking angrily out of the window.
"Oh! Don't worry, that's my firefly… guess I left him out for too long…" Denmark smiled and held out his hand "want to go for a round?"
Norway looked once again at the firefly and Denmark.
"Come on, you would love it. Don't be afraid" Than all of a sudden he grabbed him by his waist and lifted him on the firefly, hooped in front of him and took off to the night sky.
Let me be your wings
Let me be your only love
Let me take you far beyond the stars
Let me be your wings
Let me lift you high above
Everything we're dreaming of will soon be ours
Anything that you desire
Anything at all
Everyday I'll take you higher
And I'll never let you fall
"What do you think you're doing?!" Norway was quiet startled, having to warp his arms tightly around Denmark's wide chest in order to keep himself from falling off. Denmark only laughed hearty (Norway would not admit that he actually loved the voice of his laughter), and answered "Trying to woo you, of course!"
Denmark looked at him "is it working? Are you falling for my charm like I fell for yours?"
Norway's face turned into a nice, dark shed of scarlet. "You are a royal idiot"
"Well, many times I heard that sentence translating to 'I love you' so I guess it's working!" that was true. Both that Norway, as mach he would like do deny it, started to like his new acquaintance all too mach, and that 'you idiot' is often translated to 'I love you'.
"Now, you where willing to dance, didn't you? I know just the place to dance…" Denmark speeded up a bit, so that Norway had to hold onto him tighter "It's a very romantic, too."
Let me be your wings
Leave behind the world you know
For another world of wondrous things
We'll see the universe
And dance on Saturn's rings
Fly with me and I will be your wings
Norway looked down as the farm he lived in was left behind. It was a completely new world for him. Denmark's wings glittered bright, light red at beside him, and left some fairy dust on him, as he was pressed against his back. "Ok, we are here, Norway! Look out; you can look around after we'll land."
The firefly landed softly on the green leaves of a water flower upon a lake, the full moon and the other fireflies produced just enough light to be able to see clearly at night. "Now, shell we dance?"
And unexpectedly, Norway found himself unable to refuse. It was what he dreamed about, didn't he? He took Denmark's hand and let him lead on a dance, the music was the cricket singing and a soft tune hummed by Norway.
And then Denmark gripped his waist tightly and they took off again, this time by Denmark's own wings. "Don't get startled, keep on dancing… I'll hold you up. I would never let you fall down." Norway took a deep breath, and listened, and they like that danced from one point to another, stooping on anything seem fit to make a few steps before Denmark pulled them back up to the air.
"I'll be you're wings, so we can fly together."
And if they weren't in the middle of the air, Norway would have hit him and tell him to stop being so sheepish. But all he did was to sigh softly and keep his hold on Denmark.
Anything that you desire
Anything at all
(Anything at all)
Everyday I'll take you higher
And I'll never let you fall
As the time went by, Norway was surprised he neither grow tired from dancing or from his companion- he still was rather loud and painfully full of himself, but he wasn't as mach of a jerk as he thought at the first place, and much less boastful.
When he thought about it, Denmark and his pick-up lines, humorous flirtations, and awfully cliché talking was rather romantic. It become harder and harder to find reasons not to like him… Norway already knew that was a lost case.
He could realize he is falling for him and… he really didn't care that much for it anymore.
You will be my wings
(Let me be your wings)
You will be my only love
Get ready for another world of wondrous things
Denmark found himself falling head over heels for Norway. In the most ridicules love-of-first-sight way he could ever image, the kind even a fairy like him didn't believe possible. The boy took his heart.
'I would like to see Sweden's face when I'll show up in the fairy court with this beauty…My pretty Norge. Mine, and, hah, much more beautiful then Finland if you ask me. He has a wonderful voice and, even he is a bit too serious for his own good that suits him well. Both smart and good looking, so what if he doesn't have wings?'
That moment Denmark decided to make Norway his wife. And sooner the better.
As many people in the fairy court knew, the moment Denmark's mind was set on something; nothing in the world could make him change his mind.
We'll see the universe
And dance on Saturn's rings
Heaven isn't too far
Heaven is where you are
Stay with me and
Let me be your (You will be my) wings
It was getting late. Or so thought Denmark (that had in his mind to go to the fairy court, announce to everyone that he found his future wife, get a the most beautiful ring he could find and ask Norway's hand in the morning, meaning he had a lot of things to do tonight). He took Norway back to the firefly, and they flow back to Norway's house, landing on the windowsill.
"Norway, I just had the most wonderful night of my life." He had the feeling that his wings began to flatter in the air from the excitement, "you are amazing. It might sound a bit silly from a guy you know only a few hours, but I think I have fallen for you, truly…"
He took Norway's hand and kissed it once more. This time, Norway dudn;t oulled it away. "I'll be back for you in the morning. Than I'll take you to meet everyone in the fairy court. I'm sure they'll like you. ('And if not, there is always creative usage of the axe number 14…') I love you!"
And with that he left the stunned Norway on the windowsill, looking strangely at his own hand, blushing to no one at the wired, fuzzy feeling in his chest.
***
But what neither Denmark nor Norway knew, that as they dances and sung on the lake, they had an audience…
"The girl that danced with the fairy had a grate voice, didn't she, Prussia?"
"Oh, Spain. Have you got no eyes?! This girl is absolutely gorgeous!" the albino sighed deeply with a dreamy look in his reddish eyes, and than looked at his friend with mischief. "Say, my friend, won't you do me a favor…"
Next chapter: Things are getting a bit mor complexed.... poor Norway.
A.N: Leaving a Reviwe in an unpainful process.