Sorry for taking so long. I was researching Denmark before I got into too much detail in the story that was completely wrong. I'm trying to get this as accurate as possible. If I get anything wrong about Danish culture, please tell me. I now have a Pen Pal from a Village 12km from Copenhagen, so this shouldn't be too bad if it is.
Also, I made a mistake last Chapter. I said Lukas' birthday was three months today on the 19th of February. I meant the seventeenth.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia or its Characters. Hetalia, Norway, Iceland, Finland, Sweden, England and Romania are copyrighted to Hidekaz Himaruya. Plotline, Lukas and Emil's Father and Instructor, 'Norway' and 'Denmark' are owned by me. Norway and Denmark (The Countries) are owned by the people.
Note: You may need Google Translate for the later part of this Chapter due to the fact Lukas starts speaking Norwegian.
22nd FEBRUARY- CONTINUED.
"I have to say for Denmark this isn't as bad as I'd have thought~"
I was right, it was good because there was a slope, and it was pretty good at that. Denmark is a pretty flat country, so I guess where we were wasn't such a bad area. But that doesn't mean I was complimenting Shit-mark. Apart from this, it was a pretty crap country.
At least the woman at the Information Centre came from Norway so she could speak Norwegian. When I asked her why she moved from a decent country to such a shithole she just laughed, which was pretty embarrassing.
Emil's been really quiet since the two of us left the apartment. We walked since it was pretty warm for the season and it wasn't too far, and the only time he'd spoken was when I asked him a question. And feeling ignored by your brother when you want to see if he's alright can be quite upsetting…and annoying as well.
Since it was our first time here we had both gotten a map to have a look at. It wasn't as good as Norway, but it'd do for three months- well less than three months now. Just 86 days left in the Danish craphole. As long as they hurried up I think I'd be alright.
But one thing that confused me was what the woman at the Information Centre said.
"Oh, I guess I'll warn you since you're new to the area. Whatever you do, don't go in the woods. You can go on the courses through them, but don't go anywhere near the tree's or anything. You'll seriously regret it. Other than that, have fun~"
Probably just someone tried to chop the tree's down and they don't want anyone getting hit. People around the World are stupid, they probably just got together for a meeting here.
"Since we usually split up, I'm going this way." Emil said, pointing to a route the exact opposite direction I was going.
We never split up, just went the same route but with a couple of minutes leeway. Big Brother always knows when something's wrong, this is just the icing on the cake.
"Fine, but either yell if I'm close enough or call me if you need me."
Emil rolled his eyes "I'm old enough to get myself out of trouble."
"You were chased by a moose last week and your face was a picture."
"S-Shut up, that wasn't meant to happen!"
"Oh really?"
"Really.
"OK, I believe you."
"Stop with the sarcasm!" Emil said, his eyebrows furrowed, before he turned around to where he had planned to go, making sure he could get as much snow as he could to cover me. It wasn't effective at all so it was just a waste of effort.
"Bye, lillebror!"
Emil stopped. "Fjandinn hirði þig, þú pirrandi eldri bróður."
"Don't swear at me, and you just called me Big Brother, even if it wasn't in the language I wanted~"
"Ríða sakir." He cussed, before physically leaving.
I smiled lightly to myself before going my own way. If only I had recorded it with my phone and played it in his sleep repeatedly so it would be the only thing he would say.
So, these are the things that had happened in the last week:
1) I had one another Skiing Competition
2) I had moved to Denmark
3) My thoughts on Denmark hadn't changed bar that there was a Skiing Mountain near where I lived.
4) Emil had called me Big Brother
5) My phone had just rung.
Wait…
I stopped myself, just pulling to the side since I didn't really want to be banned from the only Skiing Mountain in this part of Denmark, or possibly all of Denmark. I had noticed quickly enough, so I had managed to read the contact and pick up about a second before it would have gone off.
"Emil, I know we're somewhere new but-"
"Lukas, I slipped and I've twisted my ankle really badly and can't move."
"You've been only going for five minutes in another Country for the first time and have never injured yourself in Norway bar when you were just learning?"
"I know, but you did say, and I quote 'either yell if I'm close enough or call me if you need me', and since we went opposite directions, I called you."
"Yes, but guess who replied 'I'm old enough to get myself out of trouble'?"
"Please, just get yourself over here. I had to take my shoe and sock off my foot and it's starting to go blue."
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I muttered, rolling my eyes. "Alright, I started skiing once you told me what the matter was and I've just started on the route you've taken. I'm at a fork point, which direction did you take?"
"Left, if you're at the one where the left route starts going uphill."
"Ja, that's where I am. How far up that route are you?"
"Urrrr, once you get fully up that hill, which isn't that far, you start to go around a cliff. Round that cliff you go back downhill and then I'm a little way from where it goes fully downhill."
"You were going fast for five minutes."
"…We've been here for 45 minutes. Check your phone."
"How can I check my phone when you're calling me?" I said sarcastically.
"Just- urgh. Get here now."
"I'm coming." I said, as I started going downhill like he had said to.
Eventually I made it. And guess what? He still just treated me like dirt.
"You took long enough."
"A 'Thank You Big Brother' would have done nicely."
By the looks of it, he went completely off course and slipped into a ditch on the side. Silly lillebror. At least he hadn't gone into the forest, and his arms were literally just outside of it.
"Lillebror, sit up."
"I can't. My arms have gone numb."
"I thought you took your shoe and sock off, not your jacket."
"I took my jacket to cover my foot and my other layers didn't keep me warm."
"Fine, Big Brother will get you up then. I'll grab your arms and don't even think about falling back over."
"I won't! Does it look like I'm enjoying lying down in snow?"
"You look like you're enjoying it as much as when that moose tried to eat your jacket."
"Shut up about that goddamn moose!"
I chuckled lightly to myself when I saw Emil's face burn with embarrassment, half from lying down here for at least the fifteen minutes it took me to get here (either he called quite a while after injuring himself or he was going very slowly) and half from that moose. I needed to find someone who used Photoshop to get a picture of him with the Moose next to him, and then put it up everywhere. Then send it to Tino and Berwald so they can spread it around at our old school too.
I walked around to grab his arms, and then-
SNAP!
No, I hadn't trod on a twig. I think this piece of snow was cursed by the devil, as I think I had just broken my own ankle badly.
"What have you just done?" Emil said, rolling over from his back to his stomach so he could have a better look.
I had somehow managed to stand on just one leg for a time period, but my leg gave in and I narrowly dodged Emil when I slipped down.
"Damn Lukas, what the hell have you just done?"
"M-Min ankel…"
"So you come to help me with my ankle, and then injure yours?"
"Ja, men det er ikke bare ankelen som gjør vondt ... hele kroppen min føles som om jeg ble knust av en lastebil..."
"Look, since my ankle doesn't look as bad as yours, I'll try and find help. Stay here." Emil said, before trying to get up and using his Ski to support the weight on his bad ankle.
"Min gud. Hvordan i helvete er jeg selv bevisst?" I whispered. A from the looks of it, I was going to become unconscious.
Sometimes telling the unknowing is the best way to act. However, telling the unknowing can be the worst way to act too.
It may be difficult, but secrets can't be kept forever. Someone tells another person and then another…until everyone knows.
Even a Child's knowing can be dangerous…they are perceived as stupid yet they can remember things most adults can't.
And these children can remember throughout the rest of their youth, into adulthood, where they too learn whether the secret is worth keeping or not.
TO BE CONTINUED.
