This is a project I'm doing called "The Fanfiction Graveyard". It is really just a way for me to post the stories I have abandoned because I can't keep them on my computer anymore. It's taking up space.
How this works is each "Chapter" is the entire fanfiction that I haven't completed, so some may be short like this one at 600 words. Some may be 6,000 words because it may be more than one chapter compiled together. Some may have grammar or spelling errors because I'm not going through them. All are abandoned. This is where they come to rest. R.I.P. and I hope you enjoy.
(DenNor fic. Setting: Kalmar)
"Why do you got so many books, Norge?"
Norway sighed and looked up at Denmark as he ran his fingers along the spines of his book collection. He was wearing his usual grin and being loud, as always. It was always a treat when Denmark busted into his room and started rummaging through his things without permission.
"This is my room, idiot," he said as he flipped the page in his book and continued to read, ignoring the others glances. Denmark grabbed a book, plopped down on the bed, and skimmed through the pages, staring only at the pictures and ignoring the words completely. "Well, this is my house! And what I say goes," he replied with a smirk.
What Norway wouldn't give to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face. First, he had taken his land by force. Second, he was forced to live under the same roof as him. All of it was enough to make his blood boil. He wished he could have been more like Sweden, who Denmark only pestered whenever he wanted to fight with someone.
He stared at the book, realizing he'd read three pages already without understand a single word. He turned the page back and squinted at Denmark. Distracts me even when he's not talking, he thought.
A few minutes passed and Denmark was already bored with the book he'd chosen. He pulled out another one with a purple spine and began to search through it, though he only stopped on the pictures, just like he had with the last book. This one, though, was Norway's favorite book. A magic book. It was full of spells, incantations, potions, and more. It was a gift from England and he treasured it dearly.
Denmark wasn't nearly as tender with the book as he should have been. When he turned a page, it tore on the bottom. It was just a little tear, but it was enough for Norway to put his book down and pull the book out of the other mans hands. "You ripped my book!" He said, grazing a finger over the tear. He slammed it shut, stood up, and smacked Denmark across the cheek. "Leave my room," he said through grit teeth.
As usual, Denmark stayed put, only doing what he wanted to do. "Norge, I didn't mean to tear your book! It's just tiny, anyways. It's not a big deal," he said. But it was a big deal to Norway, and he didn't want to hear anymore excused. He started to drag Denmark out, but he was stronger and it was useless. He couldn't push him past the doorway. "Norge, stop!" He finally yelled, pushing the other man away.
They stared at each other for a moment before Norway crossed his arms in a failed attempt to regain his composure. "Get out of my room, Danmark," he said coldly. To his surprise, Denmark was no longer smiling. He wasn't making obscene hand gestures or trying to wrestle him or telling a stupid pun based off of his previous sentence. He was just standing in the doorway with a frown.
"Why do you always have to push me away?"
Norway uncrossed his arms and stepped back slightly, not sure where any of this was going. "Just shut up and get out," he said under his breath. Denmark sighed quietly and took a step forward. "Why? How come I can't ever talk to you? Sve doesn't talk to me, you don't talk to me... nobody around here wants anything to do with me and I'm tired of it! I do so much for you, Norge."
"You took my land!"
"I didn't want to take it! It was my bosses orders, not mine! I just thought it would be better than this, you know? I didn't think you'd be so bitter and... and apathetic," he replied. Norways eyes were slits now and it took everything he had to not