AUTHOR'S NOTE: My Denmark, England, Norway story. Yay for baby Denmark and baby England!
Sunlight streamed through a single, round window into a vast attic. A spider slowly crawled up a web as a fly became entangled. The spider slowly wrapped up its prey and the attic was still once more. Suddenly, the trapdoor for the attic banged open, the ladder descending rapidly. Heavy footsteps came up the ladder and a man with spiky blond hair emerged through the trapdoor.
"Alright, I'm going, I'm going! Gosh Norge you don't have to keep sicking your trolls on me whenever you want me to clean the attic!" The man shouted through the trapdoor as he pulled himself inside.
"Well maybe if you would do it without me having to remind you every year," responded his small, blond counter part, following the taller man into the attic.
Denny ran a hand through his hair and began looking around the attic for a place to start. He spotted an old trunk and walked over to it. He knelt beside it and cracked it open, sending dust flying everywhere. Norge looked over to where Denny knelt and raised an eyebrow.
"What's in there?"
Denny shrugged and immediately began to pull out boxes and bags from the trunk. Norge walked over and knelt beside Denny, examining the boxes. They had intricate designs on the lids that broght back memories for Norge.
"Den, I think these are from the days you spent bothering England."
"Really?"
Denny looked down at the boxes on the floor, the memories flooding back to him. He grabbed a box and opened it. Sure enough, there were ancient treasures from his long gone days as a pillager. He set the box down and pulled out a large box from the trunk. He opened it and smiled; inside was his old Viking hat. He pulled it out and put it on his head before searching around the box again. His hand hit something metal. He grabbed it and pulled it out, his grin widening. It was his first battle axe.
"Remember those days Norge? When you, me and Sweden would go bug the crap outta England?"
Norge frowned and stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of his sailor suit, his hair curl bobbing independently next to him. He put his hands on his hips and stared blankly at Denny. Denny looked up at Norge from the floor.
"What? It was a simple question."
"Yes I remember those days. Unfortunately, so do you and now you're going to sit here and remember it and you're not going to get anything done." Norge said with a sigh.
"I will get it done!" Denny exclaimed, he voice laced with hurt.
"Today or next week?" Norge replied sharply.
Well, Norge had him there. Serious, blank dark blue eyes met playful light blue ones for a brief moment before the dark blue turned away. Norge headed back to the trapdoor, leaving Denny feeling confused.
"Where are you going?" Denny called.
"Back to my place, there's something I need to get."
Norge's sailor hat disappeared through the trapdoor, leaving Denny alone in the attic. Denny looked back down at the small axe in his hands and remembered the first time he had gotten it.
June 8, 793
Lindisfarne, Britannia
Denny stood aboard the rocking ship, staring at the shore that slowly grew closer and closer. His signature Viking hat was too big and kept slipping over his eyes. He looked up at his dad with admiration and smiled. It was the first time his dad had let him come with him on a raid. Scandinavia looked down at his son and smiled, his violet eyes flashing with happiness.
"Look closely Danelaw. That's our target, the island of Britannia. I want you to stay out of harm's way while we work, alright?"
Denny nodded, "Ok Papa!"
The boat landed on the beach and immediately Denny's dad jumped out of the boat followed by hundreds of other Vikings. Denny followed suit, staying at the back of the group. His mind wandered as his seemingly innocent dad talked to his men. A loud cheer went up through the crowd as the men's personalities began to change. Scandinavia held himself back and spotted Denny at the back. He walked up to his son and knelt down beside him. He held out a small battle axe.
"This is for protection only, got it?"
Denny took the axe with a gleeful smile. He hugged his dad, thanking him profusely. Scandinavia smiled and pulled away from his son. He walked to the front of the group, feeling his berserker rage beginning to build up. He pulled out his own sword and shouted, running up the slope to a lone abbey. His horde followed him, shouting like maniacs.
Denny brought up the rear, still giddy with the excitement of being handed an axe. He charged up the hill and tripped over a rock, sending him tumbling down to the ground. He stood up and watched as his father's horde began to attack the abbey. He smirked and glanced around the coast, taking in everything he saw. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something small with a crop of yellow hair staring at him from a bush. He stepped closer to examine it only for the small being to bolt away into the under brush.
"Hey! Come back!" Denny shouted, chasing after the small creature.
He followed the small yellow haired creature through the brush, trying to keep up with it. Denny eventually chased it into some trees where he lost it. He began to search for it, calling out to it. The yellow haired creature was no where to be seen. Denny thought about turning back when he spotted something yellow sticking out from behind a bush. He slowly approached it, making no sound as he went. He leaned over the bush and smiled.
"Got you."
The small creature jumped with fright and spun around, its hood falling away from its face. Denny stared; it was a small boy no older than himself. The small boy had massive eyebrows sticking out from untidy blond hair, his emerald colored eyes shining with fear and defiance. Next to the boy was a small rabbit that huddled behind him.
"Shut up, you never said that he would find me. It has nothing to do with my hair color being noticeable among the trees, stupid!" The small boy shouted at nothing.
Denny tilted his head to one side and raised an eyebrow; who was he talking to, the rabbit?
"I know he has an axe, but I can't use magic against him!"
Denny stared, magic? He swung the blunt end of the axe at the boy's legs, knocking him to the ground. Denny put a foot on the boy's chest, triumphant.
"Who are you? Who are you talking to? Can you really do magic?" Denny asked him in rapid fire succession.
The green eyed boy frowned before answering, "Yes I can do magic you dolt! I was talking to my fairy friend!"
"Fairies don't exist."
"Yes they do! I can see them!"
"Whatever crazy. Who are you?"
"I'm Britannia, and you're cutting off my air supply."
Denny froze; had he really captured Britannia? He stood up and grabbed the boy's cloak, hoisting him to his feet.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm Danelaw. I came here with my Papa, Scandinavia. And you are my prisoner."
Britannia scoffed, "Yeah right kid. Now beat it."
Denny held up his axe threateningly, his eyes gleaming with miniature berserker rage.
"Wanna bet that I won't hit you with this? You will do as I tell you, now move!"
Denny shouted the last part of his sentence as he shoved Britannia in the direction of the ship.
"This is so stupid," Britannia muttered as he stumbled and grabbed his rabbit, leading them back the way they had came.
"You and I are going to be great friends," Denny said, following him. "The best friends in the whole world."
Present day
Denny smiled at the memory. He had taken England back to his father to show off his prize. His father had laughed and had released the small boy, apologizing for his son's behavior. England had given them all a dirty look, cursed them and ran off into the bushes. Denny chuckled; England had been so cute back then.
Denny leaned back and heard footsteps come back up the ladder. He turned around and saw Norge standing there, a Viking helmet on his head, and a battle axe in his hand. Denny smiled at his friend and stood up.
"What's with the getup? I thought you weren't remembering with me?"
Norge shrugged, "Why wouldn't I want to? I just went to get my things. I thought that you would like to relive some of those days."
Denny grinned maliciously and grabbed Norge's hand.
"Let's go."
The two ran back down the ladder and out the door to an old friend's house shouting, "Oh Arrrrrrrrrrthur! Come out and plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"