HOLA MIS AMIGOS! Before you get mad at me-especially people who I'm PMing, I'm not ignoring you!- here's my excuse: My laptop was broken. My dad fixed my laptop. But then it decided it didn't like Wi-Fi. For, like, a week. Then it was fixed. But I was un-inspired. And I had to decorate for my little brother's 8th birthday. And I'm allergic to yellow jackets. And apparently latex. Also, I don't like to sleep at night. Too scary. Not a big fan of clowns, either.
Oh, off-track. OOOOOOOOH! I STARTED READING/PLAYING HOMESTUCCCCCCCCCCK! IT. IS. AWESOME. I go around the house talking about 'captchalouging' things in my 'sylladex' ^w^
Oh, as for April Fools, that was brilliant. I love how many people I scared XD
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11. Greetings, Indie Carter!
"Here we go…"
The smooth black car pulled up to a lodge, the one we're staying at if I had to guess, and stopped behind four other cars. 'Spose it makes sense that they each have their own cars. I reasoned after internally questioning the number of automobiles. I opened the door of the car excitedly and hopped out, running to the dark chestnut door that served as the entrance to the grandeur house. I knocked on the door and after a few seconds, Finland answered. "Indie! It is so wonderful that you are being here!" He greeted happily. I grinned at him.
"Thank you! How could I refuse?" I asked as he stepped aside to let me in. He was wearing a light blue sweater that fit him nicely, and plain, dark blue jeans with thick skiing socks peeking through underneath. I looked behind me to make sure that Norway and Sam had followed, and was satisfied to see that they did. I turned back towards Finland, and he began leading me down a long hallway as he talked.
"I was very excited to hear that you would be staying with us this week! I mean, it is always nice to have friends around for the company's, no?" He asked cutely. I successfully suppressed my need to giggle at his honest attempt at English.
"Yes, it is. Being surrounded by people you care about is much more fun than being by yourself!" I agreed as we walked down the hallway. Finland looked at me happily, and looked as though he were going to say something, when Norway spoke up behind us.
"That all depends on the situation." He said blandly. I pouted and turned to him.
"No it doesn't, being by yourself always sucks." I argued. Norway looked at me blankly for a few seconds before cracking a light smile. It was most definitely not a trick of the light this time.
I was shocked, but smiled back at him brightly as we continued our little trek down the little hall. We made it to the end and it opened up into a vast and warm room, with a high beamed ceiling and a massive fireplace on the far left wall with a huge flat-screen T.V. hanging over it. There were couches on the front and back walls that were angled towards the fireplace.
Sitting on the larger of the couches was Iceland, who was watching Sweden and Denmark playing Amnesia on a laptop that was set up in the corner of the room, all of them were wearing outfits similar to Finland's, which I find incredibly humorous for some reason or another.
"Stupid barrels…" I heard Denmark mumble angrily as he advanced through the level at a weenie pace.
"Mm." Sweden grunted in agreement as he watched the screen tentatively. I rolled my eyes at the immature men, but got an idea.
I smiled deviously and held a finger to my lips, signaling the others to be quiet as I crouched down and began making my way towards the two men at the computer. I walked up to right behind the chairs they were sitting in and slowly got up from my position. Before either of them could notice I was there, I got right in between their heads.
"Surprise!" I shouted. Immediately, Denmark let out a scream and fell backwards, which was a pretty natural response, but Sweden let out what I'm pretty sure is THE girliest scream I've ever heard come out of a full grown man.
After seeing that, I couldn't handle it anymore and dropped to my knees, clutching my stomach to try and not explode from all my laughter. Denmark glared at me, and Sweden was over in the corner of the room being assured by Finland that he still had some dignity left. "Y-you're f-faces! W-what is your guys' p-problem?!" I managed to ask in-between my fits of laughter.
Denmark came up next to me and trapped my head under his arm. "Oh, yeah? You think that was funny, huh?" He asked as he started rubbing the top of my head with his fist. "This funny too?"
"Gah!" I struggled under his grip. He wasn't holding me harsh enough that I was being hurt, but it was enough that I couldn't break free. "What? You guys are grown men! There was no good reason for you to react like that!" I told him, still laughing a bit.
He grimaced. "Yeah, but you can't do that to someone who's playing freaking Amnesia! It's messed up!" He argued, letting his hold on me falter long enough that I slipped out. We both laughed and picked on each other some more before Iceland came over to say hello.
Ice-Kun POV
I watched as Denmark played with Indie easily, the two of them pushing the other while making sexist comments. I frowned a bit at the pang of jealousy at the thought that I couldn't do the same. Why did my stupid brothers set this up anyway? I'm probably going to kill them once the girls leave. Yeah, that sounds nice. Sighing, I sat aside the bowl of licorice I had been eating out of and stood up, walking over to the two people having fun. "Hello." I said plainly, stopping beside them when I was close enough. Indie threw one last punch at Denmark's arm before smiling at me happily.
"Hey, Iceland! What's up?" She asked cheerily. I smiled at her lightly,-seeing as her's seemed to be rather contagious-forgetting my previous worries.
"Nothing really. How are you?" I replied calmly, despite the fact my heart was beating close to a mile a minute. Just like before, she smiled brightly at me. As Indie went to reply, Mr. Puffin interrupted her.
"Ah great! What are raccoon eyes and hole-head doing here?!" He squawked obnoxiously. What? I wondered, looking back over the two girls to try and figure out the strange nick-names. Ah, I suppose 'raccoon eyes' is because Sam likes to wear that scary dark eye make-up and 'hole-head' is because Indie has those abnormally large gauge-thingies in her ears? How rude.
Indie pouted, but blatantly ignored my pet and continued with her previous response. "I'm awesome! Thank you so much for letting me chill(Get it? They're Scandinavian - Yeah, I'll shut up now.) here this week!" She said gratefully. Okay, so maybe this week won't be so bad...
"It was really no problem." I assured her, trying to shush my Puffin's complaints of 'being ignored' and that he is 'so cute that we should all pay attention to him'. "Just my brothers being mischievous, really." I glared at Denmark and Norway, the latter having come to stand next to the former. Denmark winked back and Norway just smirked at my obvious nervousness.
Indie looked confused, but shrugged and turned to Norway. "Here, I'll take my bags!" She said, reaching for her luggage as she did. My stupid brother just shrugged and let her take them, rather than being courteous.
I sighed and stepped towards her. "I can take your bags for you." I offered gently. Matthias snickered at my reaction and I glared at him coldly in return. Indie looked at me in shock before smiling lopsidedly.
"Nah, it's cool. But, do you mind showing me where my room is?" She asked, slightly offset that she had to ask in such a rude way. I shook my head.
"Of course not. Just follow me." I told her. She thanked me quietly and followed me to the stairs. I looked behind me as I starting climbing them, only to see that stupid fruking Dane wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I swear I would throttle him! If only his magical hair filled with wonder didn't scare me to death. I'm pretty sure Lukhas charmed it.
I walked up the steps, Indie following closely behind-which was totally not nerve-wracking- only to go up another set of stairs around the corner from where we just came from. "Wow, really? More stairs?" Indie laughed. "Adventure~" She cooed curiously.
"Yeah, sorry about that." I apologized awkwardly.
Indie furrowed her brows and smirked in amusement. "Sorry? For what? Making me walk a few extra feet?" She asked in disbelief. "Dude, you guys are letting me stay a whole week at a fridgin' ski lodge just to snowboard and be lazy! Serious, it's so wicked legit of you guys that I don't even know how to thank you!" Her chestnut eyes were sparkling with excitement and wonder as she told me off, that shine dulled only slightly by her distraught over properly thanking us. I heard everything she said, but couldn't help focusing only on her colorful choice of words. I smiled slightly and shook my head as I pondered what half of them even meant, Indie looking at me strangely as I did. "What's so funny?" She asked warily.
I shook my head for the second time. "No, I just enjoy your extensive use of slang that I don't understand. It is very humorous." I slipped without thinking. Cripes! What is she thinks I'm picking on her? Did I offend her? Oh no, I better do the apologizing. I opened my mouth again, fully prepared to beg for forgiveness, but was interrupted by Indie's amused laugh behind me.
"Yeah, I guess I over-do it a bit, but it's just a bad habit of mine!" She admitted freely before continuing. "Still, it's not as bad as your guys' jumbly English." She winked at me. Before I could ask what she meant, we had already arrived at her door. "Oh, is this it?" She asked, jumping away from the conversation entirely.
"Oh, yeah." I confirmed, opening the door for her. Jumbly English? I wondered as I pushed myself through the dark door. Indie walked in as I held the door open for her and turned on the lights.
"Wow! It's so nice!" She exclaimed looking around the tastefully furnished room, with dark wood walls and it's own fireplace. A queen sized bed was pushed thoughtfully against the left wall, with thick blankets and four firm pillows placed perfectly on it's plooshy surface. "It's great! Thank you, again." She mused, opening her suitcase and putting her clothes in the dresser that was provided.
I was a little shocked, just quite how many times can you thank someone in one day? "It was really no pro-" I began, before Finland let his presence be known in the doorway next toe.
"Indie! We will be having the hot chocolate"- Indie looked at me pointedly, for some reason.-"And some brownies downstairs!" Tino announced happily before seeing me right near him. "Oh, heelo Iceland! Well, come on you two!" He ordered before skipping back down the stairs, singing "Santa Claus is coming to town' as he did, though replaced 'coming to town' with ''gon steal yo' brownies'.
I turned back to call at Indie as I walked down the stairs, only to find her staring thoughtfully out the window seat at the far corner of the room, ignoring Finland's request to join them downstairs. "Indie, are you coming?" I questioned worriedly. She snapped out of her delusions, looking at me with a smile.
"Of course! Who could miss out on some 'the hot chocolate'?" She asked with a laugh, skipping down the stairs two at a time. I shook my head in disbelief. Indie looked back at me, as though she knew I were thinking about her. "Coming?"
•••••INDIE! MY DEAREST BON-BON! (POV CHANGE)•••••
I trotted down the stairs, following Finland into the kitchen. "May I assist?" I asked him helpfully.
He looked at me with glee. "Of course!" He allowed me to grab a tray and start placing the brownies on it. "Thank you for the assistance!" He thanked as we walked back into the living room with the snacks.
"Don't even think about it!" I said as we sat the trays down on a table in the middle of the room.
"'Bout time!" Denmark guffawed before digging ravenously into the chocolatey awesomness that is brownies. Thank you, God.
We munched on brownies and drank hot cocoa for a while before Denmark snapped his fingers and pointed at me. "Oh yeah! Indie," He started enthusiastically. "What was that 'incident' your mom mentioned?"
I choked on my fifth chewy brownie a bit, not expecting him to remember, and looked up to see all the others (Not Sam) looking at me curiously. "Oh, that? It's not anything serious, really!" I dismissed with a carefree wave of my hand.
"Liar." Sam accused bluntly beside me. I glared at her before sighing and relaying the story anyway.
*"It was just something that happened when I was younger. It was my first year snowboarding and I'd caught on pretty quick," I started calmly, leaning back into the couch I was sitting with Finland on. "That day, I had learned how to turn around on my board and stop. It took me a while to get a hang of it, but when I did I was stoked. So, I went down the pony hill a few- Hey! No laughing! You can't just throw a noob onto the big mountain out of nowhere!" I scolded Denmark. "And it's probably bigger than you're imagining! Anyway, I went down the hill a few times practicing the technique, and on the last one, I was stopped before a split in the mountain and was about to turn around, when everything went black. Next thing I knew, I was flat on my back with the headache of a lifetime." I elaborated colorfully, the Vikings were shocked and Sam looked indifferent, as she's heard the story before. "I stayed there for a solid five minutes, nobody caring to help me, before I went on one more run, like an idiot, and going into the lodge. My mom took me to the medic and he said I was cool, so my mom didn't let me go back out for the rest of the day, though I did go back the next. End of story." I finished.
"Best part," Sam piped up after a long enough silence. "She got a bad-class sticker for her helmet!"
"That sticker is sexy." I pointed at my sister accusingly before being crushed in a hug by Finland next to me. "Ack!" I squeaked in surprise.
"Oh Indie! I am so sorry that you had to go through that!" He cried against my cheek. "It sounds like it was super scaries!" He frowned thinking about it, and I couldn't help but observe, once again, that he is super crazy adorable. Like, a puppy. Yeah, he's just a little Finnish puppy!
He suffocated me a little more before letting go and allowing me to breathe. "I mean, it was kinda scary, but I got over it pretty quickly." I dismissed with a shrug.
"Still, I don't think I could go on after that! If I weren't a country, I mean." Finland laughed lightly. I shook my head and smiled at the childish man before stretching my arms above my head and yawning.
"Ready for the sleeps?" Denmark asked happily from his seat next to Norway and Sweden.
"Yeah, I think so." I confirmed tiredly, yawning as I did. "'S it cool that I go up now?" I asked worriedly, afraid of being an ungrateful guest. Denmark laughed.
"Ja! Of course! We'll start snowboarding in the morning!" He said cheerily. "See you all then~" He bid farewell. Everybody headed off to their respective floors, Denmark and Norway on the first, Finland, Iceland and Sam on the second, and Sweden and I on the third. That's just strange.
Shrugging off the strangeness, I changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth and hopped into bed.
**I was zooming down a pure white mountain on my rented snowboard, stopping every ten feet to flip around and doing the technique way too often, simply out of pride that I could do it. I was high on my glee and smiling through the scarf that was piled specifically to cover my nose and mouth. Soon, I could see where the mountain forked up ahead, the distinct line of trees marking the separate paths, and turned my board to a stop right at the convenient line of oxygen-converting devices. Awesome! How did I manage to pull this off so well? I asked myself giddily. I've got to tell Sam! Okay, I'll turn here and go down the rest of the way, maybe do another run, and tell her right away! With my plan formed perfectly, I readied my body to turn.
Then, blackness.
Nothing but blackness for at least five seconds, though it felt more like an eternity. Then, my eyes were open all of a sudden and I was on the ground, pain racking my brain like a thousand little goblins having a temper tantrum on my brain. All I wanted to was hold my head; hold it and cry. But my hands weren't working. Can I even move my hands? Can I move anything? I wondered fleetingly as I attempted once more to shift my lead-filled limbs. God, please don't let me be paralyzed, that would suck. Another wave of unimaginable pain danced around my head, at the same time that a fit of nausea played in my stomach.
I couldn't count how many people walked by. Four? Seven? At least that many. Why won't the help me? A twelve year old girl, lying dormant on the snow, obviously not comfortable. What's going to happen now? Will anyone ever find me?My thoughts turned somber and morbid the longer I sat here, all alone. I could feel my body growing colder, as another thought crossed my head, not remedying the situation whatsoever. What if I die here?! I don't want to die! Not yet! W-where's Sam? Wasn't she on the hill too? Sam! I wish I could really shout her name, but it looks like my throat isn't working, either. S-Sam! Mom?! Anyone! Help! He-
I sat up from bed, my breathing hurried and out-of-control as my shirt stuck uncomfortably to my shaking frame from all the sweat. I looked around myself frantically, as if I were still searching for someone to help me. I felt a presence near me, allowing the world to stop spinning by perking my awareness. Rubbing my eyes, I saw Sweden sitting on my bed in front of me. Since when?
"'Re you alr'te?" He asked concernedly, pulling me out of my thoughts; the ones trying to figure out when he got here.
"Um, yeah." I mumbled, gathering my bearings. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry."
He regarded me cooly, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "You were t'lkin'. Someth'n 'bout needin' help." He supplied informingly. I laughed dryly and not without pity, both for myself and the tired Swede.
"I'm sorry." I repeated the apology. "Just a nightmare I guess." I attempted to brush the matter aside, but Sweden wouldn't have it.
"Sounds sc'ry. Wanna' talk 'bout it?" He offered awkwardly. I looked at him with a bit of surprise. I was sure he hated me! I internally scolded myself for jumping to such an absurd conclusion. Nodding, I began to recall in greater detail my unfortunate incident.
"Plus," I added after I was done explaining my story. "We still don't know how it happened or if it caused any head trauma." Over the course of about fifteen minutes, I learned a few things that I didn't expect. First: Sweden is an awesome listener. He only interrupted once at the end to tell me about his own snowboarding accident, which leads me to two: These guys, who are countries, are actually pretty human. Apparently when Sweden was just a little baby country, his current boss took him snowboarding(I don't care how horribly inaccurate this sounds! Vikings probably invented snowboarding for all we know!) and he broke his arm! Granted it healed in about an hour, but still. Lastly, I learned a very, very important fact about Scandinavia:
It tends to get real frickin' cold at two in the morning.
I shivered as a light breeze passed me by, chilling the sweat on my skin and making me wish I had fur. I wish I was a bear with furry, furry hair cuz it's cold! Sorry. Barney, anyone? Sweden noticed my shivering. "You ok'y?" He asked with concern.
I laughed again, this time with actual humor. "Yeah, I guess the cold is just being a bully." I said teasingly. Despite this, Sweden did not look impressed. (IMAGINE IT *-*)
"You sh'ld go take a sh'wer." He said honestly, though regretted it a second later, according to the embarrassed blush on his cheeks. "Because it w'ld be w'rm. It might h'lp-" I giggled at his trying to explain himself.
"No, no, I understand! Besides, I was gonna hop in anyway! All this sweat makes me feel icky." I said sticking out my tongue as I tugged one corner of my shirt. Sweden grumbled a sound of relief and I grabbed a change of clothes, heading into the bathroom.
After I took a short, very hot, shower-I changed in the bathroom, not wanting to make Sweden any more uncomfortable,- I walked back into my temporary room in a Dragonball Tee and Wonder Woman jammie pants, noting that Sweden had stayed to ensure my safety. "Alright, I think I'm all good now." I announced calmly, taking a seat next to Sweden on my bed. "I'm sorry to have kept you up considering it's-" I took a glance at the clock on the wall."- Almost three." I finished remorsefully. He shrugged and stood to leave.
"It's f'ne. Wouldn't wanna' g'est to feel uncomf'tbl." He assured me firmly. "H've a good night, Indie." He nodded before heading back to his room. I smiled knowing that there wasn't anything bad between us.
"Goodnight!" I called back before crawling back into my own bed, quickly falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of-Ah Lawdy, Yes!- Bacon(My sister saw this and said "Why is bacon capitalized? Is it Kevin Bacon? She smelled Kevin Bacon?! Mmm-mm, Kevin Bacon!" I kind of died laughing.). I hopped up out of my comfy cushions and tiptoed down the stairs, seeing as the hallway clock claims it to only be six in the 'morn. Coming around the corner and into the kitchen, I saw Finland standing in front of the stove, bacon beautifully ablaze on his griddle. "Good morning, Finland!" I stage-whispered. The cheery fellow turned to look at me over his shoulder.
"Ah, good morning, Indie!" He greeted back. "I did not think anybody would be up the same time as me!" He added with surprise, turning the bacon over to bathe in it's own greasy blood as he did.
"Well, that helped." I said pointing at the crispy brown strips of heaven. Finland laughed as I came over to stand next to him. "Anything I can do to help?" I asked, always looking for something for my hands to do.
"Oh, not really!" He waved away the offer with his spatula. "I was just cooking these for me and Hanatamago!" He admitted without a bit of shame. "And for you now, too!" He added with a very Santa-esque wink. I fist-pumped and gave a small victory hoot before trotting over to the dining table, awaiting my own personal plate of God's chosen meaty strips of ham-based paradise.
The wait wasn't long, and soon Finland, Hanatamago and I were all crunching away on our… I've run out of descriptions for the pure delightfulness of the earth-colored, pig-flavored, crinkly lines of mouth party. Oh, hay! That one was GOOD! Anywho, mere seconds after we finished our treat, everybody else who currently resided in the lodge magically found their way into our man-cove… Or the dining room. That works.
"Hey! That is no fair!" Denmark whined as he approached us in his flannel pajammels. "Why do we not get the bacons?!" He complained loudly, making Norway let off a sort of death-aura thingimawhatzit.
"Because! Me and Indie were the only two up, so why should I make bacon for everyone else when it would only get chilly?" He asked honestly. I thought that that he was being deceiving at first, but he was really just stating the obvious. Huh. Denmark pouted and everyone else walked past him emotionlessly, except that I could tell Sam was definitely disappointed. "There is cereal in the pantry!" Finland called from his spot on the table.
It didn't take long for everyone to get a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal. We all sat at the dining table, sipping our caffeinated happy juice, when all-of-a-sudden, "Hey, hey, hey!" Denmark started, already in a goofy mood again.
"What is it, Matthias?" Norway asked blandly. Denmark stood from his seat and slammed his hands on the table, scaring the crap out of me and almost spilling my coffee.
"Come on! You were expecting it, weren't you?" He asked us all, eyes roaming over each of us as if he were expecting an answer. Sweden raised an eyebrow and Denmark sighed, clearly not thrilled with our inability to read his mind. "Who's ready for some snow sports?!"
Whadja think? Love it? Hate it? Let me know~
I had WAY too much fun writing the Nordics XD My sis would sit here and watch me write, laughing whenever I used 'jumbly English' XD Oh werl.
*Geez, y'all are gonna know my life story with how much of me I'm putting into Indie XD This actually happened to me. Yep, I even haz a sexy sticker~
** Again, this is a detailed recollection of what I remember happening. Scary stuff, huh?
Okay, how many of you love me? Cuz I love you~ Seriously though, my sis and I started an Indie GoGo campaign so we can go to a con for my birthday, and I would appreciate anyone who checked it out! You don't NEED to donate, just dig it ^_^ I will put a link on my profile! Think about it, this is a chance to get to see what I look like IRL .
YOSH! I think that's it! Please remember to review and make me feel happy~ I love you all and have a good night! ;*
