When Norway Met Denmark
The ocean journey had been touch for the young nation--on that had come to power, and struck fear across much of what he knew to be the world. Norway stood there on the new shore, eyes gazing out with his fellow Vikings to see what was there.
Even if now he was a child, not too grown at all, he was still very powerful and very feared. What others that were like him that had appeared were always pillaged and sometimes even settled onto their lands. All this young nation knew was the fear of others...
This shore was different than his own, warmer, somewhat. He didn't mind it, though, as a layer of heavy fur was shed and he walked in more of an under cloth around his form, walking ahead of the party with axe ready. He was inspecting the lands around, to see where the next set of victims would be. It had been decided on the boat they would pillage and run...
Yet, as he continued to travel through this unknown ground, he only happened to come upon... a lone boy. One much like himself, about his age... Maybe a bit younger. The child waved to him eagerly, one with wild hair of blond and eyes lighter than his own. For some reason, he had no fear of Norway--eagerly rushing up yelling loudly and obnoxiously.
It took a minute for Norway to get a grasp of what the boy was saying, having heard something similar from where his people had actually settled--instead of tearing apart. Though, by there not being anyone around in sight, he assumed this was another child like he. The ones that were 'diffrent', 'special', and 'named of the land'. He hadn't learned much on why he and a select other few did not age unlike the people around them, and even worked in a different matter... But, they'd know eventually, right?
"Hey! Hey!" Finally Norway was able to decipher some of the words said. "What's your name? I'm Denmark! Ya wanna be friends?"
Norway blinked at the offer. "...Friends?"
The child before him, named Denmark, grinned. An arm was wrapped around him, and a large axe thrust up in the air. "Yeah! From this moment on we're best friends, got it? 'Cuz, I can tell you're like me! I've been waiting FOREVER to find someone like me!"
The Viking blinked in confusion at these words he had recieved from the new one he had just met, unable to believe that this was a serious thing.
"...We're..."
"We're best friends for life, okay?! So--what's your name?"
"Norway..." He uttered out without being fully able to process the entire situation, especially with the other's actions and mannerisms towards himself.
It was a pity, that he didn't know this would be the start of a relationship that'd last until the day he died, like it or not.
That loud voice from many years ago, although matured, snapped the former Viking out of his musings on that day, waving a bottle of some unknown booze, a large grin once more plastered over his features. That smiled hadn't changed much over the years--except for growing wider.
"Oi! Nor! C'mon! Let's drink some!"
"No." Even now, he wasn't much for words.
"C'mon, it feels great! 'Sides, there's no reason not to drink..."
"I'd rather not become more like you..."
"Hey! That hurts!"
Norway rolled his eyes, that memory, that day... Sometimes he thought it was a mistake.
"We're best friends, Norge! Best friends drink together!"
It was.
"'Sides, there's no one else I'd rather have with me... than you!"
And sometimes... It was the best blessing he'd ever received.
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