Eleven
Title: We Were Never Human
Rating: T
Pairings: SuFin, DenNor
Talking: To clarify: this is set in Canada! Kinda random, but Europe is way too small (when I see it compared to US states I have to laugh, I'm so sorry) and they have to live in the north because they are the Nordics-but they can't live in Asia because Siberia is not a nice place to live, as I understand it. They lived in northern Manitoba, so that would be about 28 hours to get to Michigan, USA. Although guys, America really isn't the place to go for help like this.
I had planned this to be much longer, but I think I might have to end it a little early (don't worry, I WILL end it properly, it just might seem a little abrupt). Sorry, but I'm really hardly getting anything from this story (and by 'anything,' I mean reviews, favs, etc.) and that's really what keeps me writing. (Lol I have no motivation ever.)
Disclaimer: I do not hold or claim to hold any sort of ownership or rights over the characters in this story; they belong to Hetalia/Hidekaz Himaruya. Also, the basic outline of all superpowers was provided by Superpower Wiki.
Denmark - Mathias Densen
Norway - Lukas Thomassen
Iceland - Emil Steilssen
Sweden - Berwald Oxenstierna
Sealand - Peter Kirkland
Finland - Tino Väinamöinen
We Were Never Human: Eleven:
"Hello?" Iceland says, and the rest of us keep quiet despite the curiosity simmering just under the surface. Except Sealand, who starts asking a question and is shushed by Finland. It's quiet enough that I can hear a feminine voice mumble something through the phone.
"The code names weren't my idea, trust me," Iceland says. "And I doubt you would've believed me."
More mumbling. "How did he..." A short pause. "Should've known."
A question, this time. "I-yeah. Of course. Nine?" I have no clue what he's talking about, but I think he's talking to Michelle. "Okay, bye."
He hangs up, then takes a deep breath. "Just Michelle. She... I'll call her later. How far away are we from home?"
"About 19 hours," Norway replies.
"How do you know everything, desu yo?" Sealand wonders.
Norway glances back at him, glare softening only slightly. "That's for me to know and you to find out."
"Stop with the creepiness," Iceland orders. "Um... When do you think we'll go back?"
"Dunno, but we don't really have anywhere to go right now, since home isn't safe," I say. Sweden glares at me. "What?"
"Stop sayin' sad things," Sweden orders.
Norway shrugs. "True facts , even when not beneficial to us, should not be ignored. We can't just forget part of reality."
"Wait, since when have you wanted to stand up for Denmark?" Sealand asks.
I jump. Sealand's right. Norway was actually agreeing with me! "Aw, thank you sweetie! Love you too!"
"Call me 'sweetie' again and I will violently murder you," Norway says.
I suppress a shudder. "Oh, you'll kill me violently? Never would've guessed that-"
"Calm down!" Finland orders as Norway lunges for me and the car swerves.
Norway sheepishly-if he can ever be called that-returns to his seat and Finland glares. Finland's glare is scarier than Sweden's because he's usually so nice. It's like having a cute little puppy bite you, except this puppy is a sniper.
"So, we're not going back home?" Iceland asks in his quiet voice.
We're all quiet for a moment, even Sealand. Then, Norway: "Do you want to?"
"My friends are waiting for me," he says, and focuses on the scenery outside the window that's been the same for the past few hours. He tilts his head slightly, and his hair falls in front of his face.
"But you? Do you want to go back?" Norway presses.
Iceland hesitates, then, "Yes."
"Then we'll go home," Norway says with a shrug, as if it's the simplest thing in the world.
I jump. "But-"
"Then we'll go home," Norway repeats.
"But we could get hurt!" Finland protests. "I get that Iceland wants so go back but there's probably people who are scared or angry and I don't want Sealand-"
"It'll be fine," Norway says. "We've been away for awhile, so they've probably calmed down."
Sweden looks downright murderous, but then again, he usually looks like that. "Probably?"
Norway nods. "It's not like they can-"
I stare at him. "No, definitely not! You guys could get hurt!"
I see him roll his eyes and let his gaze linger on his brother. "Ice?"
"I... Whatever," Iceland says.
"See? He totally agrees with us!" I look away from the window for a few moments, long enough to see Iceland shake his head and sigh before glancing away.
"I don't think saying 'whatever' is an agreement, Denmark," Norway says. "If Ice and I want to go home, we'll go home."
"What if the rest of us don't want to go home?" I challenge.
"I survived once without you. I can do it again," he tells me, and my blood runs cold.
"Wait...Y-you're not saying we should... Split up or anything, right?" I ask, hardly daring to voice my question. We haven't been separated since we met.
"Let's stop for the night," Finland says nervously.
Norway's level gaze is all I need to understand, and silence reigns.
I pull over.
