IMPORTANT: I don't ask for reviews, but I need your help! I've finished chapter up to the start of WW1, but I ran into some problems during the Enlightenment Age. I literally couldn't find much at all regarding Danish or Norwegian history during this period, and that chapter is currently so Swedish it made me feel less Nordic and more nationalistic about this story. It needs something more. I know there are several readers from Norway so far, so please help me out. Unless you want Sweden to truly dominate.

Please either PM me, review on this chapter or comment on the livejournal entry for March 6th. All help will be greatly appreciated. Also, thank you to you two lovely reviewers. Like I said, I rarely ask people to comment my stories (it's your choice, and I can tell if you appreciate my stories already by how many people that continue the story beyond chapter 1, more than half, which amazes me).

In this chapter: Norway and Denmark will finally have names... thank goodness, because I am running out of none-named solutions.

The Nordics

Chapter 3, The Viking Age 800-1050

Norway gets a taste for power. Denmark tries to follow in his footsteps, hoping that Norway will see him. Norway takes a piece of France's home, and Denmark gains power over England. Both nations are finally named.

NORWAY

The year was 793 AD. Norway and his humans were on one of many of their journeys crossing the giant ocean. They were heading west, but unalike their regular journeys this journey wasn't for the purpose of trading.

Each man within his company was armed with a weapon and a wooden shield. The many years of internal struggle between their close neighbouring villages had made them thirst for blood. Norway too felt this thrill. He wanted to see battle, his young heart ached for something more to happen.

Somehow, he just knew this day would be great.

"My lord" one of his humans suddenly spoke. "I see land."

Norway looked to where the man was pointing. Indeed, he was right.

Towering by the horizon was land, and the closer they got they could see that this land was inhabited. A towering building met their eyes.

Norway did not know this yet, but this land was a part of Scotland's home. By this time Scotland had yet to begin changing into the courageous, strong yet brutal man that he would later be known for.

This was a monastery, although Norway did not know what either church or Christianity was, yet. To him, his Gods were called Odin, Thor, Tyr, Frey, Freya and many others. His hell was unalike the Christian Hell. It was a dark, cold place within the eternal cold. He had no heaven to expect, only Valhalla, where only brave warriors came.

The ship sailed silently in the fog, and reached shore. Norway stepped down onto the sandy beach. The fresh sea air touched gently upon his fair skin. In a silent gesture he raised his sword, to signal the attack.

The attack came swiftly and deadly. The poor monks didn't expect a thing, and soon several of them had fallen. Norway and his humans took everything they could carry, mainly gold, because gold was far more valuable than anything that existed far north.

Before anyone could arrive to help the monks, the ship was back on open water once more.

"This was a good haul, my lord." one of his humans told him, he was quite young. Had most likely just turned into an adult. "The Gods will be pleased, won't they?"

"Yes, my friend. I am sure you will also reach Valhalla."

"A ship!"

One of his men suddenly spotted an approaching ship. Norway straightened his back, gazing into the fog. At first he was worried this might be pursuers or someone who wanted to take arms at sea... this worried him, since his humans would have no footing on water, and they only had a limited amount of spears. But, as the silhouette of a man became clearer and clearer he smiled.

"Do not fear, these are not our enemies." he told his humans, who some gave a sigh of relief. Others, still with their energy high from killing, looked fairly disappointed.

"My friend from South!" Norway shouted towards Denmark.

"My friend from the West, what news do you bring?"

"We've found new honour. The beaches south are filled with treasures, yet not many people guard them."

He swiftly rummaged through some of the treasures they had gotten, and took out a chalice of pure gold. As Denmark's ship got closer, so that soon everyone could see it, he felt mighty proud of himself and his humans to have accomplished that.

"That is amazing, my friend. How can I obtain such treasures myself?"

"You're halfway there. Like I said, the shores are filled with large buildings of them. It's where those solitude humans live, who carry the cross on the chests." Norway told him.

"Then I shall have a look for myself. Thank you my friend, and I shall hope that the Midgard snake stays far away from you."

INTERLUDE

Denmark and Norway were soon to be remembered for their great voyages of the shores of Europe. The Vikings, as they would be known as for all eternity, were swift and deadly wherever they went.

But not all Vikings were as deadly as these two. Sweden, for example, was not as interested in roaming the seas as he still was into trade. However, he did tell his humans who wanted honour to alliance within the many armies throughout Europe and the Middle East. These soldiers became popular, because death didn't scare them. In fact, the braver you were the higher the chances would be for you to reach Valhalla, where endless partying awaited you.

Humans also moved further north. Finland, whose population had been very small, awoke from his very groggy sleepiness, to realise that there was a world beyond his slumber. Norwegian sailors also came to populate Iceland, stirring him from his sleep as well. It would be much later known that Iceland and Norway were brothers, because the younger brother was a little weirdly obsessed with the demons from his home.

It was also by this age that Russia slowly realised about the Nordic world as well, when settlers came from Finland to move into his home as well.

NORWAY (again, with Denmark)

Do you know how irritating it is from time to time to not have a name? Without a name, how can you be something. This started to irritate our young conquerors a great deal.

"We need names." Denmark told his close friend. They had gathered once more after a sea-voyage at Norway's home. Both sat huddled together by a huge fire, gazing into the flickering of the flames.

"Yes, we do."

"So, what should we name ourselves. I mean, France is France, and Ancient Rome was Ancient Rome. Okay, he is gone now, but at least he went down to be remembered with a name. What if they ever raise rune-stones about us, and it says: "Here lies a brave immortal soul. He had no name, but he was brave nonetheless."

"I don't think it works like that, my friend."

Denmark sighed.

"I just want a name, is that so hard?"

Norway sighed.

"I know, I feel the same." he said with a smile, and rose.

"Hey, where are you off to?" Denmark asked, surprised by his friend

s sudden action.

"I have to talk with my leading humans. We plan another raid south."

"Cool, want some company?"

"Not this time, my friend. I just wanna try something out."

"Try what?"

"How far we can conquer before we reach the world's end."

The next morning a fleet of ships sailed across the northern seas. Silently as always, the large fleet reached the shores of the home of France. Norway was, despite his youth, a strong leader and his swordsskills was something to be reckoned with. However, the most frightening with these barbarians was their lack of fear. While most people in Europe feared the fires of hell, a hell of fire felt welcoming for the freezing souls of the North.

Poor France had to bring his people and retreat to Paris. However, no matter how fiercely the Norse people fought, they couldn't conquer the great walls of the city. However, Francis, being the true Christian believer that he was, tried figuring out what to do. He couldn't block himself inside his capital forever, what would his enemies think of him if he did.

Meanwhile Norway had a taste for blood, and the very idea of bringing this great nation down felt like the sweetest ambrosia on his lips. However, his frustration grew as France refused to show up.

"You coward, come out and FIGHT me!" Norway would shout.

France reply would be yet another spear passing by his head, followed by a yelp once Norway started banging on the gates himself.

Behind the closed gates, France and his king met to discuss the problem. The whole situation started to become difficult, and France had other things he'd rather worry about than this barbarian, whom he didn't even know the name of.

Norway was still banging on the gates, when yet another spear passed by his head. However, he noticed that there was a parchment tied to it. He ceased his banging momentarily, untied the knot of the parchment and read:

Mon ami

I regret to inform you I have no plans to surrender (yet). But, this constant fighting is not good for either of us. I, for one, have vineyards waiting for me, and I am sure you have... whatever interests your land may bring, other matters to handle. I will admit, but never speak this loudly to anyone, that you are a force to reckon with. Therefor, it is within my interest that you would teach my fellow humans about that incredible courage. I give you the northern part of my home as a temporary gift. You can claim your victory over me, with this glorious piece of land, and I can tend to my wines.

Merci

La France

And that is generally how the Norwegian-French battle ended. France gave Norway part of his own lands, which would later be known as Normandy. However, he didn't keep it for long. But it didn't matter, seeing now Norway knew what power truly felt like. When Normandy became his, it was like a massive amount of strength filled him. His world suddenly became much larger, wider and more full.

Norway was th most violent out of the Northern countries during this time, and sailed the farthest as well. Of course, this only made Denmark like him even more. And as to prove this, Denmark too, wanted to show Norway that he wasn't weak.

DENMARK

Denmark's admiration for Norway would never come to fully cease after this, even though his feelings would soften over the 1000 years of history that would follow. Our crazy Dane felt driven by his friends fortunes, and during the 11th century he took a large fleet of his own, and attacked England.

England back then was not the same powerful nation by this time, that he would later become. However, he still didn't like the Nordics because he never forgot what had happened at the Scottish monastery. Scotland was like a brother to him, a sibling that was his responsibility, and therefore it was only he, who was allowed to mess with him. No outsider should have such a privilege.

His answer was simple.

Revenge.

It was just sad that the Vikingish courage was a little more than England could handle, because a few years later Denmark, with his King Knut, had claimed England's home as his own.

The Viking era was reaching its end. Denmark momentarily ruled over his own lands, England and parts of Norway (to stay close to him).

However, the remaining Europe were truly fed up with the whole thing. They were tired of those northern barbarians, who came and destroyed along every available coast. So, something had to be done to stop them.

An old saying says that the pen is mightier than the sword, and it was how they planned to tackle this problem. If there was one thing that had made them see clearly it was one thing no one could conquer, and that was a sole bound book that would soon change all of the world's fate.

NORWAY

Our great leader triumfs in battle. He is the leader of our northern land and has given us passage to many victories, hence he is known as Norge (Nord veg- northern road). His friend is dear to us, the leader of the Danes' land, Danmark (Danish land). May these two nations be forever remembered for their courage and victories. The gates to Valhalla shall be open for them.

TBC

Final notes: I always find it so funny how many countries in Europe that has a feminine touch. Kind of makes it interesting in comparison to all the male characters in Hetalia.

Yes, I keep to each country's name of each other. After all, English wasn't invented as a world language until much, much later, so it makes sense to allow each nation to call their friends name in their own native tongue. Still, it will be fairly easy for you all to keep up, because in each language (apart from Finish), the first letter is the same for every country (eg. Island-Iceland, Denmark, Danmark), and 3 of the nations use the same spelling.

Denmark/Norway/Sweden

Denmark- Danmark, Norway- Norge, Sweden- Sverige, Finland- Finland, Iceland- Island

Finland

Denmark- Tanska, Norway- Norja, Sweden- Ruotsi, Finland- Suomi, Iceland- Islanti

Iceland

Denmark- Danmörku, Norway- Noreg, Sweden- Svíþjóð, Finland- Finnland, Iceland- Island