Okay, so anyway...I'm hoping this fanfic will last a good little while. I'm really excited to be working with the magic trio & the Nordics. And Norway has a painful past that he's kept secret from the other Nordics. In fact, the only ones who know are England and Romania, his two best friends that he hasn't really told anyone about either. ;) But after living with this pain for so long and each year ending in nothing but disappointment, how much longer can Norway remain stoic...?
Lukas/Stoicman= Norway; Arthur/Mint-Bunny= England; Vladimir/Vampboy17= Romania
I apologize in advance if any characters seem too OOC. Also, this may (or may not) start out a little slow. I do hope that you stick around for when things really start to happen. Also, fair warning: This story is supposed to contain both funny stuff & sad stuff.
Enjoy~!
Norway shifted his position as he sat up in bed, texting away on his phone. It was early in the morning, and it was rare that the others would awaken before him let alone come into his room at the Nordics house. He never openly invited them in.
This morning, he was in a chat box with an old friend of his; one that he'd never mentioned to the other Nordics. Actually, he had never mentioned anyone outside of his family, with the exception of business affairs. This is why he kept his outside conversations secret, texting only when the others of his house were asleep or elsewhere. His phone, of course, was usually left at his bedside when at home, where he knew the other Nordics would not find it, since they were not allowed in his room.
This day was different, however, because this conversation was extremely important to him.*boop* He glanced down at the phone in his hand, scanning the new text in the chat box.
Mint-Bunny: Have you told them yet?
Stoicman: No.
Mint-Bunny: Well, why not? Just come up with some damn bloody excuse. I'm sure they'll pay no mind.
Stoicman: If I tell them that I'm leaving this far ahead of time, they won't leave me alone. I will tell them when I leave.
Mint-Bunny: Very well...and Vlad?
Stoicman: I texted him a while ago.
Mint-Bunny: And?
Stoicman: He hasn't responded.
Mint-Bunny: I suppose we'll have to wait then. Call me when you hear from him. I have work finish.
Stoicman: Okay.
With a sigh, Norway locked his phone and placed it on the bedside table as he got up and padded over to his wardrobe. Swinging the doors open, he peered inside and gazed across the line of hanging outfits. He settled for one of his usual uniforms, wanting to save his casual clothes for the trip he'd be leaving for soon.
He grabbed the outfit and closed the wardrobe doors before pulling out the drawr at the bottom of it to grab a fresh pair of boxers and socks. As the morning light was finally starting to peek into the room, he headed out the door and toward the bathroom.
When he'd finished showering and dressing, Norway was back in his room, which was now fully lit by the bright winter sky outside. He combed his hair neatly and placed his cross-shaped pin to one side, and just before he left the room permanently for the day, he glanced over at his phone. Remembering that Vlad had not yet contacted him, he absent-mindedly slipped the phone into his pocket and left.
Norway had been sitting comfortably in the living room for about an hour or two, peacefully sipping his freshly-brewed coffee. He let his mind wonder on about the trip he'd be on for the next two or three weeks. From there, his thoughts slipped off into memories of his past; the things he's kept mostly to himself for as long as his nation had been standing.
He almost didn't notice the large Swedish man that joined him in the quiet room. In fact, he hadn't seen him until he was brought back from his thoughts by the cheerful ring of a Finnish man's voice calling from the kitchen to declare that breakfast was almost ready.
In the next moment, a far-too-hyper-in-the-morning Danish man came sliding down the stairway railing and running into the kitchen. He was followed by a groggy Icelandic boy with a sleepy bird lying on his shoulder. Norway stood casually and made his way over to the boy, seemingly ready to start his teasing for the day.
"Big broootheeer~" the Norwegian man whispered from behind the silver-haired boy, whom greeted him with a grunt and continued on toward the kitchen.
Breakfast was fairly normal that morning. It was like every other day in the Nordic house; lots of teasing Iceland, Finland cheerfully chatting about everything, Sweden staring blankly at the rest of them, Mr. Puffin occasionally squawking remarks, and (of course) Denmark doing all of the above.
Norway had almost forgotten about the trip he'd be leaving on when his phone suddenly started ringing in his pocket.
The others stopped eating and carrying on to glance over at him as he pulled the phone from his pocket to look at the caller. If they looked surprised that someone other than themselves was calling him, they were certainly dumbfounded when he stood abruptly and walked out of the room, pulling the phone to his ear on the way out.
"Are you trying to get me caught?" Norway questioned with what would seem like no emotion.
But Vladimir knew him well enough to sense the tint of annoyance in his friend's voice. "Heh. Someone not get their coffee this morning?" the Romanian teased.
Norway's face softened ever so slightly, though no one was around to see it. He shuffled the phone, switching it into his other hand as he reached the top of the stairs and went to open his bedroom door, where he could talk in more privacy. Closing the door behind him and walking to the far end of the room, he stood and looked out the window.
"Vlad..."
"Hm?"
"Is it alright if we leave a bit earlier than usual?" Norway paused and stood quietly after he spoke, just staring out at the white fluff of snow on the landscape.
"Um...sure, I guess. If it's alright with Arthur, we could probably leave tomorrow morning."
"Alright. I would prefer to leave before the others wake up. You happened to call when I was with them, so they'll likely be sticking their noses into my business as soon as I head back down." He paused, as if pondering if he'd explained enough, then continued on. "Since I won't be telling them where we're going...I wouldn't want them to feel the need to tag along."
"Ah, yeah," Romania responded after letting his friend finish. "That would be a problem, wouldn't it?"
"Yes."
"Huh. Well then...I guess I'll go to the store and grab some food. Want anything in particular?"
"No," Norway responded blandly. "And isn't it Arthur's turn to buy our rations?"
Romania laughed over the phone. It was a soft, childish laugh. "Come on, Lukas. Do you really want to be stuck in the mountains for three weeks with nothin' but his scones and fish?"
Norway laughed under his breath. "I suppose that wouldn't be too fun."
Before heading back downstairs, Norway decided to open a group chat with his two friends to talk about the new arrangements. It didn't take long for the Englishman to reply.
Mint-Bunny: I suppose I should start packing then. How many blankets should I bring?
Stoicman: As many as you can. I will check that we have everything else.
Vampboy17: Guys im at the store. what do you want?
Much to the annoyance of England and Norway, Romania didn't care to use proper grammar in texts. However, they'd known each other for a long time and had come to accept his lazy mistakes and continue on without correcting him anymore. They at least got him to start using punctuation and stop abbreviating words so much, that way they could understand what he was trying to say.
Mint-Bunny: Ooh, get some party drinks. I want to get completely arseholed!
There was a short pause in the chat box.
Vampboy17: Wow i just cant get used to your slang.
Mint-Bunny: Just buy the bloody food!
Vampboy17: Oh the food is bloody huh? well i guess that makes sense since im a vampire. haha ;P
-Stoicman has left the chat-
Norway growled when the chat box crashed on his phone. Internet connection could get easily messed up in the icy weather of the Nordics winter. He waited a moment, almost about to give up and leave the room when he heard the beep of his user reconnecting.
-Stoicman has joined the chat-
All of the previous conversation was no longer visible to him now, so he had no idea what had been said in his absence.
Vampboy17: Dude what happened? you have another orgasm or somethin?
Mint-Bunny: Vlad, please refrain from speaking.
Vampboy17: But it was hilarious dude. lol
Stoicman: Why am I friends with you?
Vampboy17: Haha man dont be like that. it was all fun n games. we just wanted to see what would happen.
Mint-Bunny: Lukas, don't worry. I won't let this wanker pull it again.
Stoicman: And why didn't you stop him last time?
Mint-Bunny: Well...Francis told me what happens when you pull it...
Vampboy17: Haha
Stoicman: You didn't answer my question.
Mint-Bunny: Fine. I just wanted to see if your expression would change, okay?
Vampboy17: Hahahahaha! XD
Stoicman: ...you're sleeping on the couch tomorrow night.
Mint-Bunny: Bloody hell?! That's hardly fair! I was just curious!
Stoicman: Curiosity killed the cat, dear Arthur.
Not much was said after that, so Norway placed his phone on the bedside table once again and headed back downstairs to finish his breakfast. But he hadn't realized that his conversation had taken nearly an hour, so the remains of his food had been thrown out and the kitchen cleaned.
The other Nordics were nowhere to be seen, much to his confusion, but he took it as an opportunity to head down to the basement, where he had been secretly stashing away tools and such that he would need for the upcoming annual journey. He'd made sure to place the basement under a spell; such that all of his belongings were kept in a controlled "realm" that he'd created within the room.
Norway could enter this realm whenever he pleased, and no one would be able to follow him unless they would happen to have the rare magical ability to unlock it themselves. The only other known countries that could manage this were his friends, England and Romania. This one mini-realm (a room-sized realm) was also a quad-realm, meaning that it could be entered through four different locations. The four locations were these: the Nordics basement, a closet in Norway's personal home, the dungeon under England's home, and Romania's attic. This made it easy for the three to travel across countries without anyone knowing they had left. The only downside was that using the realm took a long of magical energy and could even be dangerous if overused, hence why the magic trio typically conversed through group chat.
The Norwegian man stepped into the basement and closed the door gently behind him, making sure he wasn't followed. He stood still for a moment until a faint light lit from under his feet, then began to spread out from his body. The cold pavement floor of the basement became a rustic wood-planked floor. The barren unpainted walls became like a beautiful stone fortress. The light bulb hanging from the ceiling became more of a small and creepy chandelier. The middle of the room (which had been empty) sported a large black cauldron. The large piles of useless junk along the basement walls were replaced by table stands and smaller clusters of more useful objects such as tools and supplies, as well as nicely organized shelves containing many unique ingredients for spells and the such.
Norway grabbed a small notepad from one of the shelves and flipped through until he'd found the right page. Tearing the page out, he placed the rest of the pad back on the shelf and then began to check off the list. Skis, medical kit, spell book, lanterns, matches, hatchet, axe, dogsled...the list continued on. Not wanting to waste too much of his magical energy, he glanced around quickly for the objects on the list and mentally checked them off the list. It took him around ten minutes to finish the checklist, and he placed the paper on a table stand before exiting the mini-realm.
Little did he know that during the ten short minutes he'd been gone, the other Nordics had been lurking around his bedroom and had discovered something rather...shocking.
Crappy chapter ending is crappy.
I've never done a chat conversation in a story before. Hope it wasn't too bad. There was quite a lot of it in this chapter...but there probably won't be nearly as much in later ones since the magic trio will actually be with each other most of the time. The chat names are obviously just made up by me. lol Also, sorry for Vlad's shitty texting style. But I didn't make it too bad for the sake of my own grammar-nazi-ism? and the sake of you guys trying to understand what he'd be saying.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this & hope you stick around for the rest~! Reviews are most welcome c: