"Fatealia..." - Chibi Norway


Ever since he saw it, he knew there was something about it that he did not like. When he heard it, he did not trust it, and when it escalated to a war over its ability to grant a single wish based on the person's personal interest, he knew he had to get it away from everyone else. Even from England. Though he agreed with the Brit that someone who's adept in magic should own that magical object - magic isn't something to be used recklessly, and clearly with the other Nations own ambitions towards its wishing capabilities, Norway will have to fight for it.

A wish that could potentially bring the world to ruin is not something he can ignore. What he would like to ignore is the loud mouth Dane spilling out his promise to win the Grail to him and the rest of the Nordics, like Norway would ever let that happen - even if the Nordics made their alliance for this war official. Not to say that Norway doesn't like Denmark even if the Dane is annoying, Norway can't see him responsibly taking the Grail seriously, he's got a bit of a brash personality after all, and the Norwegian knew him well.

"And then every holiday all the countries would celebrate, everyone will be given free drinks! Come on! Can you guys think up a better wish?!"

"Well I would like for there to be a holiday every month, but although I love Christmas, it would just get tiring." Finland expresses. Sweden nodded in agreement.

While the three in the back seat continue their discussion concerning what their wish would be, Iceland looked over to Norway who's being quieter than how he usually is, there was a certain air to Norway, and if he looked closely, he could see a subtle frown. "Hey, Norway, are you alright?"

Norway's expression of ninety-eight percent stoic increased and the Norwegian only responded, "It's nothing little brother," Iceland felt a twitch, "Well, maybe I can tell you if you call me Big Brother again."

"I had only called you that one time and then you just never leave it alone!"

"I just want you to say it all the time." Norway insisted.

"I'm not gonna say it all the time!" Iceland refused.

"Come on, just say it."

"No."

"Big brother."

"Stop it."

"Big brother."

"Aaaah!" Iceland fumbled his hair and Norway, despite his outward appearance, was smiling.

A sudden pulse shook his veins as something of a magical force distance away shot by him, catching the Norwegian so off-guard his common features broke down to seven percent, and as a reaction his handle to the steering wheel jerked, causing the car itself curbed. No one was expecting this, Sweden acted and held around Finland protectively. The Finnish himself screamed shortly before grabbing his seat, Iceland had his hand to the door to prevent himself from hitting it, and the Dane's face smacks against the glass window - the only one who decided not to wear a seat belt. Norway quickly regained control and everything calmed down.

"Norway, are you alright?!" Finland's expression etched with great worry. "What happened?!" Denmark rubs his pained face. Norway took a deep breath, looked into the mirror to see the Dane, "That's why you should have worn your seatbelt."

"That was some hell of a lesson to give!" This is way beyond Norway's usual negative actions, it was out of nowhere. "No seriously, you looked freaked out," Iceland has never seen such an expression of minimizing seven percent, so it was the equivalent of something dire must have happened.

Sweden leans forward, "Is it your country?" His mumbling was clear to Norway, the Norwegian shook his head, "No. I'm fine." He sighed, "It's nothing." The rest of the Nordics grew concern when Norway looks out the window and glances at the sky.

After some reassurances from Norway, they reached home. Being allied for the coming war, they'd agree to move in together, and it took quite a lot of convincing with the added reasonable excuse - a tough task yet Finland managed - and their bosses came around. Just a mention of sending all the paper works to Norway and the few things they have to do is inform their bosses now and then, the war itself, as agreed, is withheld, and it's unavoidable that they have to get back soon.

They neared the door, and Norway suddenly stopped, the key he held inches away from the keyhole yet he made no effort to unlock the door. Seeing his halt, Iceland is at his peak, "Ok, you have been acting weirdly - not your usual self I mean. What's wrong?" The others close in to listen.

Norway answered, "Something is inside the house." The four other Nordics looked at each other, Finland processed Norway's words, "You mean...Like a burglar?!"

"Well, we sure can't have that!" Denmark casually pulls out his long axe and sets it over his shoulder, "We'll outnumber and overpower the guy! Open the door Lukas; the King will handle him!" He jabs his thumb at his chest.

"If you break something you're paying for it, double." Norway warns, and very hesitant. Foreign magic is sensed within the house; he can't have the others be in danger, he's able to pinpoint it, so he will have to lead the others to different directions, allowing him to confront this magic himself. With this unspoken plan, he unlocks the door, then Denmark charges in.

"Alright! You guys take the first floor! I'll see if I can-" Norway reaches over and pulls him back by the tie, "Idiot Dane, you almost broke my door." The Norwegian sighed at his actions to stop the Dane for the other nation's safety; he lets go and looks to the others, "Sweden, Iceland, and Finland, check the first floor. Denmark, we'll check upstairs."

The other nations nodded, unfazed at his habit of an action, Denmark simply shrugged it off, and everyone began their part, Sweden with Finland behind him - The Swedish Country protecting his wife, why else? - enters the kitchen while Iceland looks through the Living room. Norway and Denmark go up the stairs, while Norway has to remind Denmark to be a little more quite - still trying to ensure that there may be someone in the house.

The sense of magic grew stronger, Norway knew which way to go, "Denmark, go look over there." The Dane lifts his axe and with a grin, attempts to be quiet as he walks over the room. Now the Norwegian is the left alone to face the target of his magical senses. He goes to his bedroom door and ensuring that no one is close to him, twists the knob and enters.

His room is a mess. Broken window glass all over his work desk and floor. His lamp and books were knocked off of their placement, his bed and other furniture were pushed aside by an unknown force. But Norway deduced what the force was, and his biggest clue is the circle of inner symbols rising an aura of Mana at the center of the room.

By appearance alone, Norway knew it's a summoning circle, although the symbols within it were difficult to read. As he knelt on one knee, his mystical companion which only he can see appears next to him. They spoke in an old language which Norway can understand, "Came through the window from the sky?" He repeated what they told him. "I can only think of a few who would do this." England comes to mind.

The fairies spoke to him again.

"Yes, it's withholding an even greater power. Meaning the summoning hasn't been activated." That's no problem, Norway will just have to deactivated. His hand over the circle, he closes his eyes and his the outline of his hand glowed violet and began working to take apart this complex circle. In his enhance focus, he did not hear Denmark approaching him from behind.

"You find anything Norway?" Denmark didn't think why Norway hunched over, but he figured he should gain his attention, so he patted his back, which to Norway was a push, and the Norwegian's hand pressed against the circle.

Denmark is a friend Norway likes to tease, but at this moment, 'I'm seriously going to hurt that Dane.' At contact from his palm to the circle, a static shock attacked, and Norway pushed himself away, not regretting hitting Denmark with his back. Every cell in Norway's body is reacting to the magic that's now bursting from the active circle, and he backed away so to move the Dane to safety.

"What's going on?!" The other Nordics came running when they heard the commotion upstairs. Norway remained calm and used his entire form to block out everyone from ever entering the door, while he remained and stared at the increasing power sprouting from the circle. At last, it grew too bright, and even he had to close his eyes along with the others.

Everything comes to a calm, and the Norway's expression broke five percent with widened eyes. The rest of the Nordics leaned their heads in to see through the doorway, and they reacted much more than Norway did.

Dark shade and violet color clothing sway gently in response to the magic that was released, the woman who wore this color of clothing have a dark hood on attached to her moving cloak, a purple dress underneath her over-garment, black gloves, and dark shoes. The sense of great power is recognized by Norway and his surprised expression changes to caution. This is no spell that summons monsters, who he's seeing in front of him are a Sorceress.

"Greetings," The Caster said, "Mind telling me which one of you is my Master?"

"Who is she?" Iceland asked as well. "And did she say, Master?"

"Is that you Norway? She is in your bedroom," Denmark whispers to the Norwegian, "I gotta give you props, Norge."

"Or is this the burglar you mention?" Finland went next, "I thought it would be someone scarier..."

Sweden just grunts, which for those who've known him for a while, it translates to asking the similar question as everyone else. For the others, this seems like any woman, but Norway saw differently. The Norwegian starts, approaching the woman with a few steps. "Master? No one here summoned you intentionally."

The woman tilted her head, "Oh? Then what of that brand on your right hand?"

Norway blinked, then looked at the said hand, the back of it bears a red three symbol on it, no matter how much Norway has searched through his knowledge, he has never seen marking like these before.

"You seem genuinely surprised," The female Caster assumes, it was hard to tell how stone-cold her Master's expression is, quite endearing admittedly, "You have no knowing the reason of my arrival then, do you?"

"Uh, what is going on?" Finland asked.

The Caster lifted her chin and noted the males still standing behind the door, "Are the others acquaintance of yours?" She asked, "I would be willing to explain to you, but only if they would be willing to keep it to themselves."

Norway looks back at the others, "You will not attack?" He returns his gaze to Caster, though his voice lack emotions, there was a still a feeling of danger if the woman proves to be a threat.

"If they give me a reason not to."

Norway will have his summoning spell of a troll on stand by. "Then we should talk downstairs."

Downstairs.

The Nordics and the female Caster sat at the table near the kitchen, the Caster who has yet to reveal her true name explained her arrival, and just as they were surprise to what she tells, she too react the same when they gave their own story concerning the Holy Grail.

"Interesting," Medea spoke her reaction, she accepts the glass of water given by Finland - nice and a fragile young man he appears to be. These people are very much aware of the Holy Grail War, the fight over a single wish, and yet the Master and Servant system was not mentioned once by this Holy Grail. Very odd as oppose to the knowledge she has received. "How much more will be participating in this war?"

"There isn't an exact number," Iceland explains, "Those who comes to the meeting will be the ones to participate, but I can make a guess that it will be more than seven."

"A battle to the death," Finland shivered, "I don't think anyone would be willing to go that far. It's supposed to be a competition."

"Some would," Norway states. Sweden grunts in agreement.

"All I'm wondering is how come Norway is only who gets a hot Servant and not the rest of us?" Denmark questions.

Medea was less than amused at his statement. Is that suppose to be some kind of flirt? She would hardly fall for such a thing, less that it was said in such a blunt manner. She, however, gave the question of Norway's position some thought. "It could be the Grail's doing, perhaps it has seen you as a worthy candidate. A theory of course," she offers.

"That just goes against what that cup says!"

"I agree with Den-" Iceland coughs, "Mathias, the Grail wanted us to come back, just anyone of us, and with a suggestion."

"It wanted us to fight," Norway states, "There's no point not knowing until we go back and ask it."

So the Grail would appear in front of them all? It's practically just at the tip of Medea's finger, should she play her cards right, she could take it without trouble.

"But besides that, you're saying you also believe in what Nor-uh, Lukas believes?" Medea tilts her head at Denmark's question. "You know...that magic stuff."

"Told you so." Norway emotionlessly rubs it in everyone's face.

"You are not aware of it's existence?" Medea found that honestly surprising if they met the Holy Grail, what sense was it that they do not believe in the existence of magic.

"We...have our doubts," Finland tried to sound nice in the presence of Norway, "But can you show us something magical?"

"Was my arrival not enough?"

"We didn't really see anything, just flashing lights." Iceland said, "For all we know you're actually just some strange woman in an even stranger attire...No offense."

Medea supposes she can give a small demonstration, she stands from her seat, "Very well, watch closely now, and deduce whether this is real or not." She raises her hand over the center of the table, with little effort on the woman's part, she who was born in the Age of the old Gods, focus the existing Mana, let it enter to her palm, and release the energy.

The four Nordics were shocked as light mixed with sparks appears below the palm of Medea's hand, Norway observed the act with hard focus. He was shocked at the results once the magic dims. A large crystal, a couple of points glimmered in the light, clear and yet there is a power within the crystal. Flawless, supposedly even better than what England could muster with incantations, what was shocking was she needn't say a word, showing how truly Masterful she is in this craft.

"Amazing!" Finland expresses.

"Did that happen?!" Iceland said.

Denmark had just decided to take a sip when he saw the use of magic, and thus as he absentmindedly stared in amazement, his water spills.

"...The air isn't going to drink the water for you Mathias," Norway brought senses back to Denmark, and the Dane cursed at getting his pants wet.

Medea found herself smiling at the joke, no matter how low tone it was given. She had figured that she would get this kind of reaction from the ignorant, though she had hoped to get a word from the giant in the room, his reaction was widened eyes at best. By far, the most treasured expression was her own Master's, as a man who shows obvious signs of impressed behind his stoic mask, it pleases her to have this many intrigues to her work - as oppose to her life in being judged for the sake of it.

"Cute, and Magical! My kind of type!" The pleasing feeling vanish at the loud man's comment, albeit, she has never gained such comments in her lifetime, but she would have it be of some flattery to get close to her. To use her as anyone would, but she highly doubts that by her guess of the man's character, he would possess such manipulation skills. "Nothing like in those fairy tales, and it'll be a first to date a cute witch."

She twitched. That one word which she hates. As quick as her reaction came to his thoughtless statement, Norway grabs the Dane's tie and proceeds to choke the life out of him.

"That was uncalled for." Norway said, seriously, Denmark is reckless, but that was just offensive beyond anything else, "Apologize."

This was new, Medea never had anyone defend her like this, and to go so far as to cut off the airway. Underneath her hood, she was greatly surprised.

"Yeah, I got to say," Iceland said, "That was awfully insensitive. She acts nothing like one anyway."

Oh? Had neither of these men apart from the Dane ever perceived her as one? It could be that they are unaware of her identity. Yes, that would make much more sense. Though not as sensible as it seems to be what's happening now, the strangling of the Dane does not produce any concern from either one other than the one who's oxygen has been blocked. Is this normal?

"I am so sorry in place of Den-I mean, Mathias statement. I'm sure he never meant to personally offend you," Finland said.

"No." Norway said, "He has to apologize." Denmark drags his fingers across the table and with a look that screams How am I suppose to apologize with you tightening my tie?! But Norway still resumes, and even with a look from Sweden that tells him to apologize, Denmark faced Medea, and the woman simply looks at him.

"AH. SA. EE!" His face was turning purple, and he lost his balance. Norway finally relents and sighs before sitting back down casually as Denmark coughs wildly in regaining air.

"...Very well." Medea said, "I forgive you, but just this once." She raises her index finger to emphasize her point. "I appreciate if you don't use that word again." She has been called nothing but a Witch everywhere she goes, and if someone keeps treating her like a witch, they'll certainly get one. But, as of now, the man had only called her that out of ignorance, still she will not forgive it so easily the second time.

"...What is your real name?" At last, the Swedish spoke, and it was a question which Medea wanted to avoid.

She should have known that a moment of something fresh and new would not last that long with her misfortune and that by the reveal of her name she will soon be treated as the traitorous witch infamously known in history, such ruin is always apparent.

"You mention that every hero has a class name to hide their identity." Sweden continues, although it was hard to catch for Medea since he sounds closer to mumbling, "What hero do you represent?"

This caught everyone's interest and listened closely, waiting for the woman to answer. Medea held back a breath of sigh, let the cycle continue, she can promise these men what a true witch is. "I am Medea, perhaps you have heard of me? My home country is Greece."

And just like that, the reaction was expected, stunned, a look of recognition, she wonders which one will react badly against her first. Then again, the Swedish is already giving her the glare.

Finland starts, "Wow, you're a nice girl."

That...was not expected.

"I've heard of Medea, but your much different than what I've heard," Iceland admits.

"You do tend to be superstitious little brother," Norway said, a groan was his response.

"Well, this only means that we can get to know the real person ourselves." Finland faces Medea, "Will you tell us more about yourselves, Medea?"

Are these men sincere? They have heard of her and yet not reveal any hint of suspicions? "You...wish to know more about me?" She questioned them all. No one ever took the time to ask her that in life.

Sweden along side with Finland's answer "Yes, if you would not mind."

Norway supposes he can give Greece a call and ask him all he knows about Medea, but generally, from what he has heard of her were not all good things. Though this did bring some suspicions, she is also a fellow Magus who has shown his ignorant friends the existence of magic, and she has so far kept her word in not harming his neighbors. Still, he will keep a close eye on her.

"Where did you learn your magic?" Norway proceeds to ask, as it was the most interesting question he looks forward to hearing.

"And when you think you can go out on a date with me?" Denmark winks, and Norway kicks him in his shin, "Hey! Come on! I said I was sorry!"

Medea inwardly thanked her Master's action, oddly endearing how he does so with a straight face, "I've already said I forgave you, however, you're not my type."

Denmark gasped in shock. "She's out of your league anyway," Norway said. Denmark frowns, "What does that mean? Would you like to date her?"

Norway kicked one leg off of the chair, and Denmark fell, the still stoic Norwegian quickly faces Medea, "Ignore him, he's still getting the air back into his brain."

"Come on Norway! Respect your older brother!"

Everyone tensed.

"...Norway?" Medea looks to her Master, "Had he just called you Norway?" Was it not Lukas, just as the Norwegian said so during their introduction?

"...Oh shit." Denmark realized his mistake and cursed in his language.

"N-No!" Iceland began, "Denmark meant to call him Lukas!" He gasped at his slipup. Finland tries to help Iceland, "Ah! Excuse him, Iceland-I mean! Emil meant to call him Mathias! Isn't that right Sweden? I MEAN BERWALD!"

Norway quickly found this to be pointless now.

"For the record!" Denmark began, "Finland did not just call Sweden Sweden. AND I DID NOT JUST CALL HIM FINLAND!"

"Denmark!" Iceland shouts, "You just called Tino Finland!"

"My name isn't Denmark; I'm the King of Scandinavia!"

Medea isn't quite sure when she has been this confused in her life - well that may not be true. She was confused as to why her fate was as such in life, why everyone decides to brand her villainous instantly. Why she had to make so many damnable decisions all because she was forced into a corner and it was all that's left. This, however, seemed much more about them than herself, and it may be something very complex.

"...I'm Sweden." Sweden raised his hand, adding to Medea's confusion.

The three Nordics were shocked at his blunt statement. "Swe-Ber-why?!" Finland questioned.

"She told us her name and said that a true name would bring herself at a disadvantage if she does not keep it hidden. We'll be working together in this war apparently anyway. It's only fair." This may be the longest Sweden has ever said anything, and this surprised the three Nordics and even Medea.

"Will someone explain to me?" Medea asked either man in the group.

"We're countries." Norway puts it bluntly, shocking the three Nordics, well, two. "Ah, whatever!" Denmark stretches his arms, "It's good to get it out anyway, been a while too!"

"You're...countries?" Medea asked again, in case these men are insane or playing a joke. At Finland and Iceland calming down, realizing that Sweden makes a good point, confirmed to Medea that it is true.

"I'm Norway," The Norwegian introduced himself, "That one's Iceland, he likes to call me Big Brother."

"That is not true!" Iceland objects. "The Big Brother part, I am actually Iceland."

"I'm Denmark!" The Dane comes next, "I'm the oldest of these guys, but call me King if you want!"

"I rather not," Medea states.

"I am Finland," The Finnish said, suddenly Sweden puts a hand over his shoulder, "My wife."

"Stop telling people that!"

What a strange group Medea feels to be in.

Finland sighs and continues, "You see Medea, we are all personifications of countries. We represent our homes, but not a lot of people are aware of us."

"It brings trouble to us," Norway adds, "Only our bosses and important people knows about us. We appreciate if you can keep this info a secret."

Medea is taking in this information, as well double checking how serious these people are, then finally said, "You have my word that your true identity will be hidden, as I hope that you will do the same with mine."

The Nordics nodded. "Denmark is right," Finland admits, "It has been a while since we reveal ourselves to anyone. It feels good."

"But you know, this only means we need to be even more careful." As soon as Iceland said that, Norway looks to the Dane, "Denmark." As to include him in that sentence.

"Got it," Denmark understood.

"Well, now that that's out of the way, would anyone like to eat something? Norway do you mind?" Norway shook his head, and Finland heads into the kitchen, "I'll be making a good Finnish dinner!"

"Let me help out!" The Dane joins the Finnish.

"While that's going on," Iceland goes to the living room, and came back with a globe of the earth in hand, "How about I show you where I am?" He places the stand that holds the earth, "Right here!" He shows Medea the white island. "Don't I look so cute?"

"I suppose," Medea acts nicely.

"Hey! You showing the earth? Hold on!" The Dane came back and spun the earth, jabbing his finger right on his country, "See that? That's me! Proud King and Older brother to these guys! Heck, even Ice likes to call me Big Brother!"

"Stop telling her lies Denmark!"

Norway steps up, "He's right, only he calls me Big Brother."

"No, I don't!"

"Big Brother."

"Don't you start!"

"Big Brother!"

"Not you too!"

"Don't make me pull your tie again, Dane."

"Bring it! I can totally take you-okay okay I'll back off!" Denmark quickly says when Norway got closer, "But only to go back and help Finland!" To prove his point, he ran out of there.

What a very strange group Medea feels to be in. Sweden then stands up, "I'll go help Finland." He did just that. Iceland places the globe in another place, "I should go get some things to set the table." He leaves. Leaving Medea and Norway.

"...You've taken these people quite well," Medea comments.

Norway blankly states, "It takes a couple of years to get used to it. Being countries, you can imagine how old we are."

Also to mean that they've been through many things, Medea has also come to be curious about her own country, but putting that aside for now, she wishes to question her Master something. "Master. You acted calmly even after I told you my name. Have you heard of my history?"

"I have." He stated simply.

"You have no qualms with that?"

"I have my suspicions, but I do that with any stranger." Norway honestly answers, "We have only just met, and you have kept your word. Whatever your history, I will only note your actions right now."

Not total trust, but reasonable enough to not immediately announce her as someone who would betray, Medea found that greatly accepting, she honestly thought for there to be something wrong with the men beside her Master for them to have no suspicions of her.

"I would like to hear about what other spells you can cast. This may prove as an advantage for the coming war."

Medea took the Norwegian's words to heart, "Of course. Even though this is quite abnormal, if you desire for the Grail, I can promise our total victory."

"Then we will talk about that, we'll be working together," he raises a hand, an offering to shake, "So I will give my suggestion and then I will hear yours."

Another thing that surprises her. Many times she has been betrayed, many times people distrust her, times she has been tossed aside as the one to blame for all misfortunes, times she has been used as a tool. Her entire life she is nothing but a tool. Now, it almost seems that constant doom of hers has not followed here in this world. That this Witch is seen as woman, and that the people here are interested to know her truly.

What a nice change of pace. "Very well, Master."

"You can just call me Lukas. Norway if we're in private."

"If that is how it is, then it would be less troubling to call you Lukas. Not that I don't believe your word of being a Nation," she smiles, "I'm rather fond of that name."

Norway blinks, then something crashed in the kitchen. "Denmark!" He hears Finland.

"My bad!"

Norway takes this time to enter the kitchen, "That Dane..."

Medea watches her Master - No, Lukas go. Here in her thoughts alone, she wonders what plans does her fate have in store to be in this position where she's not discriminated and spat at. Well, it shouldn't matter now, she has a plan to make, to take the Grail, and to show gratitude, she will help grant whatever wish the Norwegian has in mind. She likes reticent men, and she has a feeling that she'll like Lukas quite well.


A bright shooting 'star' heads for an island country, where a Japanese man has just returned home, with a realization that matters very much in concern for the coming war.


"Fatealia." - Chibi Medea