Hi PW here!
Sorry for the delay, but I'm having:
1) a huge writer block
2) a ton of homerworks
and I've made the pictures of some OCs on my DA
IggyAlfi2319
Anyway, back to the story.
Today is a world meeting day... In Denmark!
BGMs suggested: "First rendez-vous", "Mother's Journey" by Yann Tiersen
Have a nice read
PW out
In the harbor, a rather annoyed albino man was moping around, grumbling to himself.
"Tch! I don't really understand that kiddo sometimes." he muttered, staring sadly at the sea. "8 years...that's going to be 8 years since you disappeared, my awesome friend..."
"tweet tweet!" The yellow chick on his hair peeped
"I know right?!" The man huffed. "How unawesome and ungrateful from him to dare to summon a meeting here! Without...Without him..."
*TAP TAP TAP TAP*
"Mmmh?" the man looked around at the running noise.
A little boy with familiar spiky blonde hair and sea blue eyes was running past him to the docks. He was wearing a red sailor shirt, black pants and red plaid boots.
'Looks very familiar...' the man thought. 'Must be a coincidence...'
Then at the end of the docks, the boy took a deep breath, before yelling on the top of his lung at the sea.
"I'LL BE THE KING OF NORTHERN EUROPE!"
The albino male was completely in shock.
'N-no...that boy...would that mean...kiddo was right?' his brain was storming.
"We are all wity you, your Highness!" The nerby fishermen, who seemed to be used by the boy's ritual, laughed and saluted him.
The boy laughed and waved back before running to a eldery couple who was waiting for him.
Once they were away, the albino male walked to a big building.
Once inside, he walked straight to the computer room, where someone was waiting for him, typing on a laptop.
"So?" they asked the albino
"Comfirmed." The albino nodded.
"I thought so." the figure smirked, their glasses shining with the reflexion of the computer.
"He is definitely back."
An emotionless blond man with a floating curl and a cross pin into his hair was standing there, over a watery floor.
He looked around.
He was into that black void again.
He slowly walked, the water rippled with his steps.
He wanted to close his eyes, but here, he didn't have eyelids.
He could have used his hands...
if only they weren't blood covered
*FLASH*
'Oh no...' the man cursed when he appeared.
He was a man with spiky blond hair. The top half of his face was blackened to the unrecognizible point.
Blood dripped from his mouth, as well as from the wounds on his bare body.
Tears rolled along his face, as he multiplied around the man.
"Why?" he rasped out with a broken voice.
The other blond man dropped on his knees.
It was his fault if he was dead!
It was -
"Norway!"
The man gasped when he heard his name.
"W-wha..." he rubbed his eyes, noticing that they were wet.
"You were having that nightmare again?"
Norway blinked and looked up, too see three worried face.
"Sorry Iceland, Finland, Sweden..." he muttered. "Yeah...always the same nightmare as those 8 years..."
the albino teen seated next to him, Iceland, patted his shoulder, while the adorable pudgy man named Finland handed him a pack of tissues. The stone giant next to the Finn, Sweden, just grunted.
Norway looked around, remembering that was into the World Meeting.
And who said World Meeting, of course, always meant a huge Country brawl.
Norway sighed heavily went he tilted his head aside, avoiding a chair who crashed against the wall behind him.
"DARE TO SAY AGAIN THAT MY SCONES ARE CHARCOAL, FROG FACE!"
"BLACK BURNT CHARCOAL, ROSBIF!" (AN: If British folks call us, French, froggies, well we, French folks, call them rosbifs (roast beef). Eh! What did you expect XD?)
"Make pasta! Not war! WHITE FLAG!"
Then the door suddenly burst open
"NAHAHAHAHAHA! NO FEAR! THE HERO IS HERE!" a blond young man with glasses, bomber jacket and a cowlick entered, with a laptop in his arms and a big folder, accompanied by the albino male from earlier.
"America! How come you are late since YOU summoned that meeting here!" A blond man with slicked back blonde hair and piercing blue eyes scolded. "And what are you doing with mein Bruder?"
"And may I ask why do we have to he h...here?" Iceland asked with a tightened throat. "After 8 years -"
"After 8 years from the day you guys, or more specifically Norway, killed him, Da?" a tall man with a scarf smiled coldly. "So you are not really in position to argue."
Norway balled up his fist as he looked down, his mask cracking a bit.
"Russia, please, don't start." America said seriously. "Anyway guys. There's a reason of why I called everyone here."
"Kiddo thinks that he's back. And I belive him." The Albino said.
"America, Prussia. I swear if it was just for pranking us with you bloody nonsense..." a green eyed man with thick eyebrows growled. "If we haven't found anything during those last years, I don't think -"
*VLAM*
America slammed the stack of paper in front of him.
"Will you let me finish England?" he said, very serious. "and distribute the papers please."
Everyone looked curiously at the notes.
"Contrary to you guys, I haven't lost hope and I didn't stop surveilling this place." The young country said, plugging the laptop to a projector.
A lot of economical graphic charts, birth rates and newspapers popped out on the big screen.
"What on earth -" some nations gasped.
"As you can see, contrary to you guys who have given up after the few first year, I didn't stop searching." America said, very serious.
'Woah!' Prussia blinked in surprise. 'Why kiddo is so determined to find him? It's not like if his dispartion had affected him - wait...unless...'
"As you can see, his dea- disappearance , sorry, disappearance had provoked a great crash with the economy matter and birth rate." America explained. "But!"
He shamelessly snatched Russia's pipe for using it as a pointer.
"As you can see, yes the birth rate had crashed down within the following years, but have you noticed here?" He pointed the chart.
"His population hadn't decreased..." England noted
"Yes. His population wasn't gone with him. Soooooo." America emphasized
"As long as our population live, we live." Germany said. "Are you insinuating -"
"No an insinuation." America corrected. "An affirmation."
He showed recent chart from the few last weeks.
The statistics were healthily growing up again.
"After almost 5 years of stagnation, the values are finally going up again. That means only one thing." America said
Whispers and gasps rose among the nations
"That would mean he's back?" England asked
Norway had been silent for all the time.
He was almost hoping to see him barging into the meeting room, apologizing for that stupid prank, everything would be normal again and -
"Well well, that's great, Da?" Russia cut in, snatching back his pipe. "If he's really back, then, where is he?"
A deafening silence exploded in the room.
Norway wilted. 'Of course, it would have been too good...'
America glanced sadly at Norway, before baring his teeth at the Soviet country.
"I have to agree with Russia, aru." A petite man with brown hair tied into a ponytail said. "I don't see the use and the meaning of this, if the result is not here."
A few hums of agreement resoned, but their was also gasps of protestation.
An other huge argument threatened to rise again -
"The Awesome me have see him not later than that morning." The albino Prussian stood
"Prussia!" America quipped. "We haven't -"
"YOU COULDN'T HAVE SAID IT EARLIER?" "WHERE IS HE NOW!" "PROVE IT!""WE WANT A LIVING PROOF!"
While the chaos had regained again the Meeting Room, a blond man with glasses and holding a laptop said something at Germany's ear.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" His voice boomed.
The countries quieted down.
"Estonia, please, proceed." The German told the other blonde.
The later nodded and took America's place with his laptop.
"According to the period when the values were going up, I've checked the police and hospital records from the same timespan." Estonia said, typing on his laptop. "In case of an unknown person would had been found is strange circumstances."
"And did you find anything?" Finland asked him.
The Baltic nation showed up a medical record, from coincidentally the hospital of the town they actually were.
"A young boy, who is around 8 years old or so, had been found in the middle of the sea by a old fisherman." Estonia read. "He has no memories of his past while his undernourished body is covered with every kind of bruises and scars. The most recent one seems to be marks of strangulation. It must be also the cause of the boy's asthmas and laryngitis. His body and health are very fragile and need to be surveyed for futur possible complication."
Norway bit his lip to bleed. 'No memories...and yet...the marks are there...'
"So?" Russia shrugged. "That doesn't prove anything. It can be any abused child."
"What happened to him now?" Iceland asked
"Well..." Estonia said apologically. "that's the huge wrinkle of the tablecloth."
A photo popped out.
"That's the kid I've seen that morning!" Prussia shouted.
The other nations gasped at the plain ressemblance between the boy and him, to a few details.
"The boy had been legally adopted by the fisherman and his wife. He now lives under the name of Matthias Kohler." Estonia said, looking regretfully as the Nordics.
"that...would mean..." Finland slowly realized
"He began a new life without realizing who he really is."
DUN DUN DUNNNNN
Hi PW here ~
phew! such an (unnecessary?) long chappie, huh?
I'm sure you guys already knows who the countries are talking about X3
Anyway, in the next chappie, Little Matthias is going at school :D
So better be ready to see a batch of OCs.
See ya ~
PW out
For the latter in the story, i'm hesitating between:
1) AmeNor (my OTP)
2) AmeDen (an other one)
3) or DenNor (big classics can't hurt sometimes XD)
Can you tell me wich one do you prefer in Reviews please :3
Ps: it's not a very high pushed relationship (rated T!), just some incoming fluff and such X3