Okay, I'm going to try to keep this short. This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter story so please be nice. Please forgive any errors as I have had trouble finding a beta. If you would like to beta me please let me know. I'm sorry if my 2p characters don't match how you interpret them, but as they are relatively open characters and not set in stone I did take a few liberties with them; however, I did try to stay true to the standard images to them. Currently I am taking one AP class and one honors class so I currently have a lot of homework and may not be able to post regularly. I would love just a quick 30 second review, just to let me know if you think this is a good story. I think I'm done now. Read on and Enjoy!
-Symbolic
Pyromania:
An impulse control disorder consisting of a
compulsion to set or watch fires. The pyromaniac
gets intense pleasure and emotional relief
from these activities.
Cryomania:
Unofficial, but correct term for someone
obsessed with ice as a pyromaniac
is with fire.
The Nordics were walking home after a World Meeting. The meeting was held in Denmark this time and had run late. The streets were dark as they dragged their weary bodies home. A whole day of arguing and unresolved issues had taken its toll on the usually buoyant group. Even Denmark was quiet-something Norway had yet to comment on. Sweden was guiding Finland in front as Finland nearly fell asleep and stumbled frequently. Iceland was about two feet behind them with his arms crossed in front of his chest and Mr. Puffin sleeping silently on his head. Norway was about a foot behind him just as silent and worn out as the rest of them. Denmark was about three feet behind Norway, oddly silent and walking at a non-bouncy pace.
The streets were getting progressively darker as they meandered on. Then they heard something that made their blood run cold; an insane giggle broke out behind them followed by pattering footsteps that got closer from behind Denmark. They stopped dead in their tracks and looked around in an effort to discern where the giggler was coming from. the footsteps pattered ever closer behind Denmark. The Nordics glanced at each other, weariness gone replaced with cold adrenalin, before taking off in the opposite direction of the footsteps. Another giggle echoed in the nearly empty street and a distinctly female voice joined that giggle.
"This'll be fun!~"
The Nordics were running as fast as they could and twisted down different street, but no matter how many streets they turned down, they couldn't escape the foot-stepping-giggler. Sweden turned down another street with the other Nordics following. Denmark yelled after the disappearing Nordics.
"Wait guys! That's an-uh!"
He had stopped in the mouth of the "street" to warn them that were running into an alley, but the foot-stepper had pushed him into the alley. The Nordics spun around when Denmark hit the ground in front of their feet. They were trapped; backed into an alley and the only way out had the giggler blocking it.
The giggler pulled out something rectangular shaped with a straw coming out one side. They held it up and a light flicked on. It was dim, but enough for all to see the giggler was a girl and the object was a big lighter, for candles and fires, not cigarettes, that was currently lit.
Giggles was definitely on the smaller side, shorter than Iceland even. She had white hair that was slightly wavy and fell down to her lower back. The front of it was pulled back with a black ribbon and the back half hung loose. She had bangs that floated down her forehead to cover her eyebrows and just skimmed her bright red eyes. Her skin was icey pale except for her cheeks which held a slight rosy flush to them, likely from chasing after them. Her pale pink lips were stretched into an insane smile that showed off pearly white teeth. Her slim fingers were delicate looking and clutched tightly around the lighter as if she was afraid to let go and risk losing the light from the fire. The insane smile was accented by the insane amusement in her eyes that seemed to flicker like the fire she clutched close.
She was wearing black combat boots with black leggings. The boots rose up to the middle of her shins while the leggings fell to just below her knees leaving about two inches of pale white skin showing. She wore a white dress that was fitted on the top and flared slightly in the skirt. The collar of her dress went up to her neck and had a short scarf-like tie under it tied in a simple knot and left to hang down about two inches from the bottom of her neck. Over her dress she wore a black leather jacket.
She stepped closer to them in the alley, her insane grin somehow stretched even further, and, in her singsong voice, she called out to them.
"Halló Nordics!~"
Halló: Hello in Icelandic
