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Chapter Three : More Firsts

Norway's flight was quick, it always was. He got off of his plane and walked through security, expecting to be the first one of the Nordic nations to arrive. He wasn't though. Norway saw Sweden and Finland sitting together. They were always the first ones to arrive. They had been the first to arrive at Denmark's house after the incident.

Sweden and Finland left for Denmark as soon as they got off of the phone with Norway. Leaving Sealand at one of their neighbor's houses for the night, the duo made their way to Copenhagen. Whenever they reached Denmark's house they found Norway sitting bent-over on the couch. His head was resting on his knees and his back was rising and falling softly, signaling to them that he was asleep. They approached him to attempt to make him lay down so that he wouldn't hurt his back or his neck, but he leapt awake as soon as Finland touched his shoulder.

Norway relaxed when he saw who it was. He let out a quiet sigh and reached for the cup of coffee that had long since gotten cold. He got up from the couch and took the cold mug to the kitchen to pour a new cup, and offered some to the others, but they both declined. Norway came back to the room and sat down in one of the various chairs, motioning for the other two to sit as well. They quickly sat and looked at Norway with solemn faces and he began to recite what had happened earlier that day.

Sweden had demanded to see the body. He had known Denmark for forever and refused to believe that he was dead. Finland wanted to as well, they wanted to see it to believe it. Norway agreed to it. He knew that they were going to ask that. They sat in solemn silence as they waited for Iceland to arrive. He came a couple of hours later.

It was a similar situation again. Norway, Sweden, and Finland waiting for Iceland to arrive. Norway walked up to the two nations and greeted them both. A tense silence fell between the three countries and was only broken by Finland attempting to fill it with small talk. Norway commended his efforts, but the Norwegian was in no mood to chat with the Finn.

Time passed slowly as they waited for their Icelandic counterpart to show up. Norway had found somewhere that sold coffee and bought all three of them a cup. He could feel the anxiety grow between the three of them. Finland had started bouncing his knee up and down in nervousness and Sweden had taken to removing and cleaning his glasses every couple of minutes. All three of them had their minds focused on the same topic, what Denmark was going to be like. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Norway, he spotted Iceland coming through the terminal. Norway could tell just by the look on his face that he was just as tense as the other three were.

Iceland walked up to the three others and gave them all a simple "Hey" before telling them that they shouldn't waste any more time standing around here. They all left the airport quickly and headed straight for the government building that had been designated as their meeting place. The building wasn't very big. It was an annex used for small-scale meetings.

The receptionist sitting at the desk was a smiling woman, with dark hair tied back into a tight bun. She politely asked for their names and then used the phone to call someone to escort them to their room. A tall man in a suit asked them to follow him and the four nations did just that. The man led them to a small conference room and told them to take a seat. After the nations sat down the man left and the four Nordics were left alone.

Finland was the first to speak. He usually was. He looked at the others and quietly asked, "So, what do you think Denmark is going to be like?"

Finland didn't get a response for a while. Iceland decided to speak up, "Maybe this Denmark will have more common sense." Norway shot him a cold glare, to which Iceland just shrugged.

Sweden sighed, "M'ybe he'll be the exact same. An identic'l copy of the D'nmark we knew." Norway pursed his lips, he didn't know what he wanted this Denmark to be like, but he definitely didn't want him to be exactly the same. It would be too difficult to have an identical Denmark, but always know what had happened to the original one.

Finland turned to Norway next, "What do you think Norway?"

The Norwegian shook his head, "I don't know." Finland nodded and their conversation stopped.

They sat in more tense silence. That's what their day had consisted of thus far, lots of tense, anxious silence. Knocking and the door opening broke the silence. An older man came in and addressed the countries. He thanked them for coming so soon, but got nervous whenever he didn't receive a single reply, not even from Finland. The man sighed and said, "Let me go get Denmark."

The man came back with Denmark in tow. Norway looked at the reincarnated nation. The hair wasn't the first thing he noticed, nor was the nation's sparkly blue eyes the first thing he noticed. No, the first thing Norway noticed was the nation's chest, and the small, narrow waist. Denmark was a girl and he swore he heard Finland gasp. His eyes moved up to Denmark's face. She had large, blue eyes, very reminiscent to the eyes of the Denmark he knew. She had the same spiky blonde hair, but instead of it being short, the spiky layers got longer until her hair reached her shoulders. She was biting her bottom lip nervously as the four nations eyed her up and down. She was wearing a black high-waisted pencil skirt, with a red blouse tucked into it.

After a few moments of awkward silence and staring, she spoke. "Hello, I'm – uh – Denmark."