This one was among the 'kind of obvious, don't ya think' category. Well, I hope ya like Norway! And if he is totally OOC, it's not like I meant for that to happen! C'mon people, I know some of you can get these guys! The next 3 will be too easy! (Well, if you know your geography it is.)

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-RMS

BTW: I need an effing beta reader 'cause I keep finding mistakes and it makes me mad, so if any of you wish to read this story over before I post it, that would be great!

P.S.: OMG, I've been listening to 'This is your birthday song, it isn't very long.' for the past hour! And the clip is only 8 seconds!


Norway knew the next time he saw either Denmark or Emil, he was going to kill them. Denmark for being Denmark and Emil for leaving him to deal with Denmark.

So, you can understand that when the phone rang again, he wasn't too keen on answering the damn thing. Thank God for answering machines though, so he knew to take Emil to... someone to get him looked at. Who would you take an ailing/hallucinating country to?

...Well, after he pretty much drowned in his smugness and the feeling of great satisfaction.

"Big brother, you'll never guess what I just saw! Well, not what, but who! I saw her, big brother! It was the woman who France, Spain, and England were talking about!"

Little Emil seemed to not have realized what he said as he went on trying to get Norway to pick up, only to be cut off by the recorder, as it only had so much room. It must have been then that he realized what he said. When Emil was cut off, he didn't call back to continue the pointless mission of getting Norway to answer the phone.

It was only when his head cleared from his ego being stroked, as it always did when he was called 'big brother' -and no, he did not have a brother complex, thank you very much- did the words finally register.

And he had to inwardly scoff at the nonsense that filled Emil's mind.

That was almost a week ago, and Norway had the feeling of another country, only a day after Emil's phone call. He just wrote it off as Denmark trying to find his way to Norway's house. It has happened before.

Norway, shaking off the recent memory and thoughts of the obnoxious Dane, looked towards the clock, grateful that he did so, as it reminded him of his 'appointment' with his fairies and it gave him the distraction to shove Emil's ridiculous notion to the back of his mind.

(Though, seeing as he was trying to ignore a more plausible claim, then, let's say, seeing fairies, seemed slightly ironic.)

So, Norway left his home and made his way to the forest right outside his house (like he would want to be near people, even if they were his own) and followed the invisible path as night descended, tracing it to the clearing as easily as knowing the back of his own hand. (Or knowing when to be in said forest as Denmark was known for coming by randomly, though his presence wasn't always unwanted... just most of the time, and it always was unwelcome.)

But as Norway steadily got closer to the clearing his fairy friends resided in, he felt the familiar vibration that went through his nerves once more and groaned, having the sinking feeling that Denmark managed to get past Germany and finally found his house, as the feeling was stronger and closer than before.

Good thing I'm already in the forest, then.

So Norway continued on his trek, waiting for the telltale sound of Denmark yelling. Instead, Norway got the sweet sound of a woman's laughter.

And it froze him to the core.

Norway started to run to his fairies, many theories going through his head at the unexpected noise. Fairies, despite their initial appearance, were known for humiliating humans; sometimes going to extreme levels that could be considered painful. So, Norway had every right to worry.

Maybe they lured another human here to torment. Could it be that younger female nation always around Switzerland? No, he wouldn't allow it. It could be a young human girl. Wait, most people can't even see fairies. So why would someone be laughing in the middle of a-?

Norway's inner monologue, quite like Spain's, cut off as he came upon the clearing to see his fairies... and a spinning woman. Her golden hair was twirling about her, just like her silver dress, seeming in all honesty the priceless jewel the two colors made her to be. It transformed her into a diamond.

She was barefoot, laughing in joy as she danced along with the fairy tale beings and Norway just couldn't believe that she could see them. The fairies lights' twinkled and blinked, dancing and swirling with the gem of a woman. She had to be a country. No human could see his fairies, and even if they could, the fairies would have had her upside down by now. Which meant...

It was as the woman, and therefore the fairies, noticed him as he stepped closer did he see her eyes pop open in surprise, as they were previously closed during her joyous bout of spinning.

it was her.

It only lasted a second though, as the soft glow of his friends was now a direct and bright light in his eyes but that was all he needed. Her eyes glowed like the beings that were surrounding them both, the colors blending and mixing to make her worth more than any gold or silver or diamond. They reminded him of his own unusually colored eyes, but as his were dull, hers' were bright in the happiness she felt.

It reminded him of different eyes, brightened up in a different type happiness long ago...

The child, now know to be Vinland, waved his little hand, shying away from Norway's blank stare. The older country was still trying to come up with a logical explanation as to why Denmark had Vinland in his arms. Or how Denmark found Vinland in the first place. Or why Vinland was willingly in the obnoxious Danes' arms.

Or why Vinland let himself be taken and cooed over as if he wasn't a land of mystery and ageless mountains, rivers, and streams; perhaps, in actuality, older than the man whose arms he was in. Norway had to remember that a country could be older than you, but because of never being founded, risked locking themselves in an infant's body or simply looking younger than they ought to be.

Norway finally focused on Denmark's expression, now wondering how such a child could bring a big smile like that to Denmark's face. The Dane turned to both Norway and Emil, Iceland went up to Vinland and stuck his hands in the air for the 'new' country. Norway saw how the boys' eyes sparkled in clashing innocence and wisdom; his earlier statement filtering in the back of his mind. Though his body small, he already seemed ages past even Denmark, who had let him go; passing Vinland to Iceland and then on to Norway. Such happiness in those eyes as the supposed child warmed from his everlasting cold.

Such as the happiness in the woman when she had danced amongst the fairies and the stars.

He knew past tense was correct in this case, for even before the blinding light was lifted, he could feel her retreating; back to where ever she had come from. But as it did lift Norway knew that he was going to cut off their meeting short.

He had a call to Germany to make.


Madeline saw him. She knew who she saw as Norway, who else would fairies go to?

Madeline was currently laying in her hotel room, Kumamarie on her stomach and sleeping the night away. Since she knew about Norway's fascination in mythical creatures (sometimes it pays off to pay attention to Alfred's ramblings, especially when he talks about Arthur actually having friends) she decided to go see if there were any in his country.

When she and Alfred were Arthur's colonies, he taught them how to locate areas of magic, especially when they showed that they had their own magical abilities. So, Madeline focused and concentrated on her own magic, spreading it out until it touched other pockets of magic. Then she set off.

Yeah, it was pretty simple after getting the hang of it.

(However, she really wished that she could do more than turn invisible and feel the presence of other magic users like her. Like stealing someones' confidence, that would be handy.)

When she had found herself on the edge of a forest, she had slipped off her lavender sandals, her dress dancing in the breeze the evening gave her; cold enough to feel it, but not enough that she really felt it. As she started her way into the forest, she had to remind herself why doing this at night was a good idea.

Because this is when magic looks the most beautiful, thanks to the stars. It shimmers and glows like fireflies.

It was at the edge of a clearing did she find what she was looking for.

Fairies.

Madeline had gasped as she took in the sight. The fairies seemed to be dancing with one another, in swirls and spirals, twirling and making shapes. A few fairies, when Madeline alerted them with her gasp, were now weaving in between her limbs and hair. One flew up and gave her nose a little kiss, a bubble of laughter rising from her throat.

It was as the stars finally came out in their full glory and Madeline was spinning with the fairies, her eyes and words brimming with excitement and laughter, that she noticed a visitor. And it seemed she wasn't the only one.

Mystical yet chilled, ocean eyes met hers' and Madeline took in the expressionless face and floating curl before the fairies had flown (ran?) off towards the man, his face now lost in their lights.

Madeline ran off, her earlier giddiness fading into the want of getting away from the monotone Nordic. And thus she found herself once more in the room she booked.

Even she herself did not know why she ran. Maybe because of the way he looked at her. Or that she did not know just how long he was there, watching her. Or that small spark of recognition...

What? You don't want people to notice you?

Madeline shook her head, internally grateful that she was by herself and not in public as she must have seemed crazy (not that it kept her from feeling crazy...), knowing that yes she did want to be noticed... but not like that. Not by a mere coincidence. That they would just so happen to recognize her existence now; no way, no how.

But what if it wasn't just a coincidence? What if you did something about it?

With that thought in mind, the last as she slipped off to dream, she made a vow, an oath of sorts to herself.

If who I am seeing are other countries, then I'll need proof before I do anything. First up is one big, quiet nation. Let's see if I'm right...

And though it was small...

she fell asleep with a smile.


Sorry for putting in the small amount of NorIce, I ship it so much more than DenNor, so I felt like I had to.

(And if you're against the whole 'incest' thing, ask yourself: Do you ship America/England, America/Canada, Romano/Italy, Prussia/Germany, Switzerland/Liechtenstein, France/Canada, England/Canada, Russia/Ukraine/Belarus, Netherlands/Belgium/Luxembourg, England/Scotland, France/Seychelles or Any Asian/Any Asian? 'Cause that's incest. The more you know~)

-RMS

BTW: The Asians pretty much have brother/sister relations with each other, so, in a way, that is technically incest. And if I missed one, please tell me!