Chapter One- In Which Denmark Yells a LOT

It was a fairly average day with the personifications of the five Nordic nations. Well, a day that started normally.

They had just come together at a vacation house for Christmas, as they usually did. It was movie time, Norway separating Sweden and Finland from Denmark, while Iceland tried to avoid his brother by sitting on the other side of Denmark. Norway leaned over Denmark's lap, poking Iceland's cheek.

"Storebror."

"I'm not saying it," Iceland said, annoyed, attempting to shove Norway away,

"Stór bróðir~"

"Not in my language, either."

"Big brother."

"Stop it!"

"Biiiiig brooootherrr~"

"Stop!"

"Aw, Icey!" Denmark complained. "Just give him what he wants..."

"And have the rest of you asking, too? Ekki, þakka."

"Wh't's wr'ng w'th't?" ((What's wrong with it?)) Sweden asked, shrugging.

"I wanna be called big brother, too!" Finland laughed. "But that doesn't matter right now! Whose turn is it to pick the movie?!"

"M'ne," Sweden grunted. Denmark groaned.

"Aw, Sve's gonna pick something lame."

"Sh't 'p, D'n." ((Shut up, Den.))

"You know it's true! Norge! Help me!"

Norway looked away from Iceland to Denmark. "Nei."

Denmark groaned. "C'mon, Norge! You know I'm right!"

As Denmark complained, Norway began to cough. It started out normally, until he could barely breathe for lack of air. Iceland whacked Norway on the back to clear out his lungs, but Norway was obviously choking.

Then, suddenly, Norway fell to the ground. Iceland jumped up, shaking him.

"Noregur? Noregur?!"

"Norge?"

But there was no response. Norway's body tensed, then relaxed. He let out a small sigh. The other four Nordics watched as iridescent puff of blue smoke exited his mouth. A mysterious voice filled the air.

"Aah...there, finally. Now!"

"Who're you?! What've ya done with Norge?!" Denmark growled.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" The voice responded, laughing. "But I suppose you suspect that I have something to do with what happened to Norway? You suppose correctly."

There was an airy giggle. "And yes...you can save him! There's just one thing you have to do."

"And that would be?" Iceland asked calmly, placing his arm in front of Denmark to keep his former caretaker from doing anything too rash.

"You do want to save him, right?"

"Já!"

"Duh!"

"'f c'rse."

"Yeah!"

"Then you'll find out what you have to do!" The voice giggled. "All you need to know...rule Number one, Norway lies."

"Vad-?"

But before any of the remaining four Nordics could ask what was happening, black holes opened up in the floor and swallowed them whole.

Finland sat up first, rubbing his head.

"Ruotsi?" he asked, shaking Sweden gently. "Ruotsi, missä olemme? Where are we?"

Sweden was the next to wake. "D'nno..."

Iceland rolled over. "Five more minutes..." he mumbled, before Finland tapped him on the shoulder.

"Islanti?"

Iceland shot awake. "Where are we? Where's Noregur?"

Finland shrugged. Iceland blew hair out of his eyes.

"I suppose we should figure out where we are before we search for Noregur..." he said thoughtfully. Sweden punched Denmark in the arm.

"Ow! Dammit, Sve! I'm awake, I'm awake!"

Sweden smirked to himself.

"BACK to the important things," Iceland said pointedly, "What is this place? Why are we here?!"

Denmark looked around, blinking. "D'you guys see that, too?"

Mirages played about the four, of older times. Denmark's jaw dropped, watching old memories of himself and a much younger Norway, who was only three in human years when he had been found by Denmark and Sweden. He was a very different person then, the boy in the memories shocked Iceland and Finland to the core.

Norway was laughing. Laughing. As a slightly older and muddy Sweden cleaned him off. Denmark grinned.

"Damn, I remember that! You looked hilarious when you were angry with lillebror, Sverige."

Sweden grunted.

"Uh...Danmörk...what is this?" Iceland finally asked.

"Oh, that's from when we first found Norge!" Denmark laughed. "Found him in the woods. He was lost, so we took him home! He did kinda tackle Sve, though..."

"'t w's 'n 'cc'd'nt," ((It was an accident,)) Sweden muttered darkly.

"But it was still hilarious, Sve! Not to mention adorable!"

"Ja."

"He swore us to secrecy about when he was a kid, after he grew up! He's not nearly as much fun now."

"H' w's c'te..." ((He was cute...))

"But what does this tell us about where we are?" Finland asked thoughtfully.

They fell silent, thinking. Then, from the air around, echoed Norway's voice.

"What the hell are you doing...my MIND?!" Norway practically shouted. "I know I'm fucking trapped in here, that doesn't mean you can just march in and-" his voice cut off in a strangled cry. Denmark leapt to his feet.

"Lillebror! NORGE!"

He produced his axe from midair. "We're coming, lillebror!"

Iceland stared. Little brother? Maybe there was more to Norway than he had thought...

A/N: All right! This is intended to replace Nordic Five: Ice Blue Fire as my pet project. Yep...I love the Nordics. This is based on an RP that deserved an in-depth, multichapter fic. I was Norway and all of the future creatures that appear in his mind. You will see. I swear that it deserved this. On Tumblr. Anyway. R&R!