Second Norway/Belarus centred fic. I think it was born from a conversation with my Belarus RP'r...how much the nordic 5 seemd like a boy band...
To ease confusion:
Norway = Erik Sørensen
Iceland = Halvor Erikson
Denmark = Mathias Khøler
Netherland = Willem van Gent
Belgium = Audrey van Gent
Liechtenstein = Lily Zwingli
Erik was lost in though and concentration, staring into nothing as he carefully strummed his violin's strings, making sure they sounded as they should before they headed onto the stage.
A harsh clap on the back and a loud annoying voice brought him out of his calm state
"Nor~ What are you doing?" Mathias…also know as Denmark or Denny to the fans, was grinning down at him.
Erik rolled his eyes and turned away from the taller Danish man
"I'm meditating…now leave me alone"
"Awww… you're no fun Norge~" Mathias started poking the back of his head, already Erik's patience was wearing thin.
"Go bug Berwald or Tino...or go talk to your fans outside the door…just fuck off…."
Mathias laughed and clapped his back once more before strolling over to Berwald to help strum the instruments, after a few minutes, Erik could hear Mathias singing one of their older songs.
I was a quiet man. And yet everyone ran...I was a king in disguise.
May I offer you one word of advice? Never, never go against my will. The price you'll pay would be too high...I would kill.
Blood on my hands, dirt on the lands. Innocent people already vanished, perished, slowly to non-existent.
...they told me...I was throwing away life...so the child dies… It was never meant, to be this waaaaay.
It almost put him back into a good mood. At least the Dane was being useful.
It wasn't that Erik hated his band-mates, but more that he liked to be left in peace and quiet before they headed on to the stage. The other's respected his wishes, but Mathias would always mess about and interrupt his meditation.
"Erik…it's time to roll" a monotone voice was heard from behind and Erik turned to face Halvor, the keyboardist of the band
"Sure…coming now…" Erik got up form the chair he'd been sitting in and followed after Iceland. Mathias was carrying his newly strum guitar, grinning like always, behind him followed Tino, throwing his fist in the air and smiling, his drum sticks stuffed down his back pocket. Last but not least, their bass player Berwald. There people where the closest to family Erik had, and right now, they where just about to go on stage and rock for this American town…adrenaline was now pumping through all their veins.
As they headed up onto the stage, high pitched screams broke out over the crowd, as the fans – some having waited for hours on end for this moment- screamed at the sight of their biggest idols
Mathias grinned and grabbed a hold of the microphone "HALLOOO EVERYONE" he yelled in his usual happy voice, the crown screamed in return, He gave a laugh before continuing his antics "We're gonna rock SO hard for you all tonight! ARE YOU READY?" The crows shouted back a loud 'YESSSSS!'
Mathias seemed satisfied with this and took his position, giving Berwald a high-five and Erik a wink. Erik ignored him and instead concentrated on his task; Getting the music right. He couldn't care less for the fans or the money, what he liked was to play music, whether it was at home with his closest friends, or millions of strangers, it didn't really matter, he just liked playing and signing. It was fun.
In the back, Tino counted loudly "one, two, a one two threeeee" and hit the drums hard, Mathias followed immediately along with Berwald while Halvor slowly started the melody on the keyboard.
Grabbing the microphone stand with one hand, Erik closed his eyes for a moment and when he heard the familiar note of his fellow band-mates' reach a certain part, he started to sing. His voice softly weaving into the melody of the instruments, his fiddle down by his side, ready to be played when he stopped singing.
Endlessly you fought on the steppes
Unmercifully you ravaged in the mountains
You took you victories with storm
Crushed your enemies with your hand
Ohhhh, Attila!
Make me your servant…
Ohhhh, Attila!
Natalia really didn't see the point of being here at all. Sure the band played alright music, but she found no need to go see them in concert. Yet her flatmate's and friends wanted so badly to see them and had forced her along.
"I can't believe we're finally here!" Elizabeta, better knows as Eliza, was literally jumping up and down in anticipation, digital camera securely hanging around her neck, ready for any good photo 'opportunity' should the band members of 'Skandinavien' do something exciting. Lily was standing next to her, smiling sweetly "Oh yes, I can't wait to see Sweden playing" This got the attention of Audrey "Sweden? I though that your favourite was Finland… "Well…he's sweet and all, but…I don't know, Sweden just has that…air around him" a blush spread across her face as she looked down at her feet. " Eliza nodded, "personally, Norway is my absolute favourite" her eyes glazed as if in a dream "Besides, Everyone knows Sweden has a thing for Finland" "I know that….but…" Lily trailed off, not sharing her good friend's sentiment of love for boys kissing "I just like his style…" Audrey smiled and patted the shorter girls head "good thing we all like different one's hu? I just have to say…Denmark…definitely Denmark for me"
Natalia sighted, this was such a ridiculous conversation. Eliza had a slight obsession over Norway, even more so if she could pair him up with Denmark – the idea was in Natalia's head, completely stupid…as most rumours and stories pointed towards Denmark being a huge womaniser and Norway…well, he kept a lot to himself and thus had been labelled asexual by media. Whether it was true or not was of no concern to her. She couldn't care less – they where just 5 guys playing music…no need to get so involved with them the slightest. Although, she had to admit, Iceland was rather…cute. Of course, nothing near as amazing as her older brother. No man could ever measure himself up to him.
"Come on Natalia!" Elizabeta took a hold of the platinum blonde woman and dragged her inside the venue with her "the concert is about to start!" Natalia glared but knew it was futile to try and escape now… Somehow, they pushed their way all the way to the front, as close to the stage as possible. Audrey and Elizabeth's determination drove quite a few away, and Natalia glaring daggers at anyone who came to close was quite the help. At one point they lost sight of Lily, but they quickly found her again, Audrey holding on the smaller girls hand, just to make sure she wouldn't get lost again. The lights went off and the entire crowd went silent before erupting into screams as the band came on stage. Natalia could hear a small scream of joy from Lily and very, very loud yells from Audrey and Eliza as they spotted their favourite members. Natalia rolled her eyes and tried to block out all the unnecessary screaming all the girls where doing. She regretted not having bought ear-plugs with her now…
However, despite all her protests and complaining, Natalia soon found herself singing quietly along to the songs, and when Norway started playing his violin, back to back with a very excited Denmark, she almost understood the appeal of the band. They where such a contrast; Norway was calm and seemed to live in a dream, just looking at him and you could almost imagine how playing music was for him – beautiful. Denmark on the other hand, was so energetic and brash, hiding his energy seemed impossible. Iceland would let his hand flow beautifully over the keyboard, as the impression he gave was close to Norway's – lost in a world of their own. Sweden was, intimidating, but it only made his bass sound all the more powerful somehow…And Finland…Finland's energy on the drums was on par with Denmark, a happy smile on his face through all the songs.
Denmark was definitely in a high spirit as he yelled out the chorus to "Faraway Lands"
The wind through our hair, women screaming in despair. Men didn't stand a chance; our enemies didn't win even once.
Those were the times in the Viking era.
The concert had been a success. They even had time to do an encore number at the end, much to the audience's bliss. Walking off they where all exhausted, but bodies so full of adrenaline they really didn't feel like relaxing just yet. "Hey…there are some girls outside, wanting to meet you guys" Willem – their tour manager and part technician stuck his head in, cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth. The Dutch man refrained from telling the band that one of them was his sister, he considered that useless knowledge at the moment. "Send them in!" Mathias grinned, obviously quite excited about meeting fans. Erik sighted and snuck quietly out, not really wanting to meet any people right now. He'd seen a coffee machine somewhere further back in the building and fully intended to get himself a cup or two, the rest could entertain the girls.
While Erik snuck out and disappeared, Mathias and the rest of the band where talking to the four girls. Eliza was snapping pictures so quickly they hardly heard the shutter button stop at all. Lily was shyly talking to Berwald and Tino, complimenting them both as much as her shy nature would allow. The two taller males found her rather adorable. Halvor was standing rather awkwardly next to Mathias, trying to avoid the crazy camera lady but not really wanting to leave either, inwardly he was cursing Erik for leaving him with the obnoxious Mathias. Natalia got bored after a minute and excused herself, before disappearing down the hallway and out of the building. The fresh, crisp air was refreshing and comforting and she felt herself relax a bit. She really didn't see the point of talking to the band members; she assumed the only thing on their minds was money and fame. Her brother, Ivan, a Harvard graduate was better then any one of those self absorbed musicians.
When she felt she'd had enough fresh air, Natalia turned abruptly around, a movement that sent her crashing into a taller figure just about to walk out the door. She heard the man utter a quiet 'Faen i helvete' as whatever he had been holding got spilled all over him. Natalia took a step back and looked up at the person standing in front of her. She felt herself take a sharp intake of breath at the realisation of who it was. Erik was standing there, looking at his white shirt stained with coffee, his usual blank expression exchanged for one with a slight frown, obviously not pleased about having lost most of his coffee "That….was rather… unnecessary" he sighted and looked up at her, she was a very beautiful woman, although the slight glare in her eyes was just a tad bit off putting. He wasn't sure why she was glaring at him. She had bumped into him, and as far as he could see, he was the only one soaked in coffee.
Natalia didn't even utter an apology, the first thing that came out of her mouth was a harsh "Look where you're going, idiot!" Erik blinked a bit in confusions "Excuse me…but you bumped into me…" "Well you where far to close! You obviously weren't paying attention at all!" At this accusation all Erik did was shrug and look at her silently. This woman had some anger management issues, and he saw no point in arguing, he stared at his now empty coffee cup, sighted and threw it away. Natalia looked the blonde man up and down, a slight glare in her eyes. 'Stupid, stuck up, spoilt, rich brat' Natalia hadn't hated someone as much as this since she broke up with her last boyfriend, Arthur, a few months ago. Arthur had been a good few years older than her, but after 6 months, she realised she obviously could do much, much better. The only good thing about having dated Arthur, was that he was at least a step up form her high school romance Alfred – a loud and rather obnoxious kid. Erik was the complete opposite from Alfred, yet right now Natalia had decided she really didn't like him, or his attitude.
She gave him a glare and stomped back inside, fully intending to drag the other girls with her back home, she'd had enough this night. Reaching the backstage room her mood didn't exactly improve at the sight of her friends still so engrossed in conversation with the rest of the band. Eliza was hanging on Denmark's arm, trying to get the tall man to tell her where Norway was. "He hates crowds" Finland piped in, before spotting Natalia, giving her a large welcoming smile and a wave. Denmark looked her up and down, giving her a wink and flashing her a large smile. Natalia ignored the Dane and instead focused on prying her friends off the guys. "We are leaving now…" "What? No! I've not gotten a good photo of Norway yet!" Eliza sounded genuinely upset by this, all Natalia could do was roll her eyes at her friends obsessions. Suddenly Finland's eyes went wide in surprise. "Erik! What happened to you!" Tino rushed up to his fellow band-mate, who had just entered the room. Erik glanced across the room before shrugging "oh…nothing, just tripped" This made Mathias laugh and give the shorter man a playful punch in the arm "You're such a clumsy guy Nor~ Where you daydreaming again, hmmm?" Erik glared at him before starting to unbutton his coffee-soaked shirt, throwing it onto a chair, somewhere behind him he heard the sound of a camera going off and a muffled squeal. Rolling his eyes he decided to ignore it.
Elizabeta was right now, in heaven, she thanked whatever god had made Norway trip. She yanked Natalia closer and whispered into her ear "look at that…he's much more toned than I thought…" Natalia huffed and pretended not to be interested, but the Hungarian woman had a point. Erik had a lot more muscles then what she had assumed him to have. A blush spread across Lily's face and she tried to hide slightly behind Sweden. Audrey was not complaining at all either, like Elizabeta, she found the Nordic man's lack of care of being half naked a blessing from God. "Hey…Denmark…you're good friends with Norway, right?" Eliza had a small smirk across her lips, a devious plan formulation in her mind already "You should hug him…" Audrey added, already knowing her friends plan. Mathias, never the one to say no to a 'challenge', happily obliged and hugged the shorter man. Erik gave him a death glare, but refrained from punching his life-long friend, it would only make matter's worse at this point. Elizabeta was snapping pictures, making it all look terribly inappropriate. Natalia eventually got fed up with them and snatched the camera away and turned on her heel, walking briskly out the door. "Hey! No! Give it back!" Eliza and Audrey ran after her, leaving a very flustered Lily alone. The small girl gave a shy wave and a 'thank you' to Sweden and Finland before hurrying out after her friends.
Once the girls where out the door, Erik pushed Mathias off him "That was completely and utterly unnecessary you bastard." Halvor chuckled before handing Erik a 'crew' t-shirt. "You should know by now Erik, that Mathias does anything a pretty girl asks of him…" "That is still no reason to behave like a damn idiot." Erik glared at the Dane, who didn't even notice, and continued to grin happily, bouncing up and down in anticipation. "So guys…let's go drink!" he threw a fist in the air and smiled. "We should invite Willem" Berwald muttered from the sidelines. Mathias though that to be a brilliant idea; but later claimed it was he who had though of it, this earned the Dane a rather large bruise on his arm from a fairly annoyed Berwald.
A.N
Why yes, the second lyrics are actually from a death metal band song...if you recognise them, I owe you a cookie
the other songs are made-up ones. My epic Muse Yiramy made them for me...and they where too good to pass up 3
More chapters soon to follow!