I'm sorry it took so long! My computer screen broke, so we had to get another! Then we got sent the wrong replacement that happened to take a month to replace, and then we finally got it fixed. But for the past few weeks I've been held up with my mom's wedding, moving out, projects, MAJOR testing, finals, AND I lost my writing folder…
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The Not-So Magical Adventure
Norway remembered making these realms, back in the dark ages just as he was mastering his magic capabilities. Back then people began to make stories of the trolls, fairies, goblins, and other enchanted creatures, only they were not describing the kind ones Norway was sure of were in the forest. People gained fears and became dark and cruel thinking they were the good guys. No matter what Norge would say they would never listen to his reasoning. So he decided to make his first realm, the main realm. It was made as a sanctuary for the commonly hunted; he even preserved some dying plants from extinction, even the Marsh Earwort which he was never a fan of but it made many depressed to see it dying. True it is only endangered but it should still be protected in Norge's opinion. He hasn't visited these realms for almost fifty years knowing that all was good.
He made realms for the Nordics also, however Finland's realm is incomplete and almost barren since they are not yet to be close friends. Even so Norway recognized this realm, it was his main realm. This one was probably the most detailed of all realms since he has worked on it for years upon years. How did Denmark, a moron with no magic capabilities manage to get me AND Finland to another realm? I may not understand now but I think something was different about that book Denmark found. Norway was snapped from his thoughts as he heard one sound.
"OYAAHH-" Finland's scream was cut short with a hand slapped across his mouth by no one else but Norge. Norge's temper rose at that outburst so he quickly spoke in a hushed voice.
"This place is one of my realms I created long ago, understand?" Finland nodded. "I think there may be a way to leave, okay?" Finland's purple eyes showed deep confusion since he didn't fully under the realm concept however he nodded and the hand was removed. Finland knew to leave magical matters to Norway so he waited for him to say more. "Come on." Is all he said. Finland followed along swiftly while fiddling with his 'Soumi' hoodie, another nervous habit of his apart from talking. After five silent minutes of walking Fin felt as if he was going to burst out with the question nagging at him.
"Um Norway?" he spoke hesitantly, Norway humming sound in response while motioning the Fin along. "Well I was wondering how we got stuck here." Norway, whom was caught off guard, stopped walking and brought a fist to his mouth in to a thinking pose. Seeing this action from behind, Fin walked cautiously in front of the slightly larger Nordic and stared at his dark blue emotionless eyes awaiting a mystical response. Norway looked down at Fin with a wise, all-seeing look in his eyes exaggerating the fact of his true age.
"It's simple," Norge said, his gaze never deteriorating, "Denmark is just an idiot." Norge continued his cloudy gaze for a moment before turning and walking down the tree led path. Finland followed even more confused than before, he thought deeply about what Norway told to him.
How could Denmark cause this? The only thing I can remember before being here is finding Denmark in that secret room of Norge's, and almost as soon as he noticed us a strange purplish mist-like thing appeared and swallowed us up. True Den can be brash, dumb, destructive, annoying, a bad influence, impulsive, a drunkard, controlling, lazy, loud and unable to read the atmosphere… on second thought maybe it was his fault. But more importantly are Ice and Su-san okay; I doubt that the "spell" spared them. Or did the spell only affect us in the same room OR MAYBE IT AFFECTED THE WHOLE HOUSE!
Finland continued his thoughts but all the while Norge was thinking on his own. He wondered why Finland was in his realm and not his own. Then it hit him like the collision of a concrete wall and a car speeding down the highway. I know nothing about Finland! He realized. Of course he knew about Iceland, they were brothers. Also he and Sweden had bonded over their single emotions and love of hitting Denmark. Norge had no choice but to know about Denmark considering he would run around and proclaim to the world and his own people about the smallest things happening to him. One day he ran down the streets of Norway yelling about how he woke up with an "epic" hangover, not caring what the people will think. However Finland was always so mild in their preferences, he always seemed to want to learn more about others then tell them about him. So he made Finland's realm as mild as Finland seemed to him.
Is it possible that his realm isn't suiting to him? No, even so he would still go to the realm I have made by his image. Unless I used another image. He thought with a grave sense of understanding. He decided on one thing: I'll find his true image and fix the realm to be this image! I might as well, looks like we will be stuck together for a while.
"Um, Norway," Finland's hesitant voice rang through Norway's thought barrier.
"Hm?" Norge replied.
"Why is there an enchanted hobo in your enchanted forest?" Finland asked innocently.
"What?" Norge burst. Finland didn't say anymore but pointed to a thick tree with two legs sticking out. The figure was obliviously a man. Norge picked up two conveniently placed sticks and handed one to Finland. Norge held it like a spear; Finland took his and held it as one would a rifle, but quickly switched into a baseball hold. Not noticing Finland's blunder, Norge lead stealthily toward their target. When they reached the person they both dropped their guards simultaneously.
The man's head was in the tree.
Fin went up and poked the figure in the calf lightly; the figure seemed to begin to have a seizure almost. Which Norway stopped with a quick and harsh THWACK! to the man's stomach. A silent understanding went through the two countries, both knowing that they should get this man out of the tree. So while Norge wacked away ay the tree's owl hole trying to make it bigger Finland would pat their hand kindly in a consoling manner. Eventually after roughly fifteen minutes they finally got it to the point where the head would slip out easily. Which it did.
Norge's aura became dark and murderous. Finland covered his eyes, shut them tight and began to plan the close casket funeral of the ultimate idiot; Denmark.
