Fairytales Ch. 1
Heya babbus, it's me and I have some news and warning for this story and my FF lyffeeee.
• I may be Beta'ing the amazing story of 'Bloodlust' by Roses in December, which has an amazing storyline so far in my opinion, and I'd love to see it continue.
• This story contains OCs, minimal language/cussing, and minor violence. As well as possible OOC-ness and other spoilers I won't let out. w
• HWGC will be updated soon, though I know you guys are probably sick of my horrible writing. I am actually quite grateful of the small amount of reviews already..;3;
• NOTE/DISCLAIMER : I am not Hidekaz Himaruya or FUNimation, so therefore I do not own Hetalia : Axis Powers, Hetalia : World Series, or Hetalia : Beautiful World.
"Being FEARLESS isn't being 100% Not FEARFUL, it's being terrified but you jump anyway..."
― Taylor Swift
Being a representation has almost always been a struggle for me, feeling every downfall, every weakness, every heartbreak. I'd learned not to let it show in front of other countries, supposedly the north is weak enough, what with us being older, having vikings instead of fabled pirates like England and Spain or warriors of the Mediterranean Ocean like Greece and Turkey. I've nearly always been seen as a weak link, a lesser power as a country, because I've never really opened up to anyone outside my little bror and the remainder of the Nordics, and even to most of them I can't even confess my secrets.
BANG!
My head snapped up from notes, rather trying to remedy a spell before flooding the paper and passing it to Romania. My light indigo irises only found Lovino and Antonio engrossed in one of those lovers' spats, typical for them, I mused silently, my eyes floated to Lara attempting, note I said attempting, to get Emil's full attention when Vash wasn't around. I huffed, hoping for my little brother's sake he was able to find a distraction, maybe Puffin would keep his attention.
"Norja, is something bothering you?" Finland inquired carefully as he softly placed his supplies of lunch and paper on the long table next to me. I spotted a small bag of his favorite candies, wrinkling my nose and pinching the bridge as I retorted with an average. "I'm just fine.." though the feminine nation folded his arms and studied me with pursed lips, "Nor, you know if you wanna talk..today is the day, after all," he frowned deeply, blinking rapidly and turning his gaze to the table. Ah, yes the date that Finland and I tended to dread, though it was a secret, we had kept it well-hidden during the union, it was an anniversary as well, the Kalmar Union.
We weren't as worried Denmark and Sweden would figure our little veiled exchange, with Danmark being oblivious and such, then there was Sverige who was the emotionally dense one. We love them, no doubt, though how ignorant they can be is a mild backset.
"NORGGEEEE!"
"D'n.."
Speak of the imbeciles, I pinched the bridge of my nose, breathing in and out as Denmark wrapped his arms around me from behind. Turning my head a bit, I caught sapphire eyes sparkling to mine, cheeks flushed crimson as he pressed a tender kiss to my jaw, sighing in contentment, "Hey, how's it goin' -" Mathias got cut off by Belgium entering quite loudly with her brother, Netherlands, I felt my heart twist as he turned to grin brightly at her, arms dropping from my waist, just rushing over to hug her.
Berwald raised a brow at the Dane's display, "'di't," he mumbled louder than I expected, pressing a kiss to Fin's scalp.
"I'm sorry, Swede, care to repeat that?" Of course he'd retaliate, today of all days.
Tino stepped in, still covered by Sweden's protective arms, "He means it was rude of you to not finish greeting Lukas." Danmark's jaw clenched as he gripped Belgium in an even tighter hug.
"You should be happy he actually is taking interest in someone," my icy gaze whipped to Lars, who flinched briefly from the ferocious bite that could be hidden behind the words to come for his sorry excuse of words.
I smiled sickeningly sweet, "Lars, you have managed to catch my in the worst mood possible," and Mathias had the nerve to snicker at his friend, "as did you Denmark," I nodded curtly once, smile disappearing as I turned on my heel and strode down towards the powerhouses.
Denmark can obviously go a day without me.
Okay, so I haz some head-canon for 'dis chapter;
Belgium has somewhat of a crush on Denmark. The backstory will be revealed in later chapters.
Names
Denmark - Mathias Køhler
Norway - Lukas Bondevik
Sweden - Berwald
Finland - Tino
Belgium - Bella
Netherlands/Holland - Lars
This might be my first story I update frequently, I hope ya'll like it! ;W;
