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A/N: Hi, everyone! Here's just a friendly reminder that we're girls. Read the author's note at the bottom for why we chose our pen name. We would like to thank "Guest" and " " for their reviews. Thanks to everyone for their ideas! Keep them coming.
To all you Brazilian people out there, your culture is amazing! We had the Brazilian Carnival on campus last night. It was so much fun! The music is wonderful and the colors are bright!
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What happened to you?
Russia wished, and not for the first time in his long life, that he could get drunk. Empty bottles of Vodka littered the carpet around his desk. Russia downed the last drops of Vodka from the bottle he was drinking and tossed it to the floor with the rest. He didn't notice Estonia step into the study.
"Mr. Russia?" Estonia asked quietly. Russia jumped in surprise. The alcohol had made him less aware of his surroundings.
"Da?" Russia ducked under his desk to retrieve another bottle of Vodka.
"M-Ms. Orlov wishes to speak with you," Estonia told him.
Russia tried to straighten up but whacked his head on the underside of the desk. Rubbing his sore head, Russia stood up.
"Da? She is well?" Russia asked excitedly.
"Jah." Estonia nodded. He made a note to himself to ask Latvia or Lithuania to clear away the empty Vodka bottles.
"I will see her, then." Estonia nodded again and led Russia down the hall to a bedroom. He left Russia at the door to find one of his fellow Baltic nations.
Russia stared at the handle of the door nervously. Was Vika on her death bed? Would she be mad at him for her near death experience? Why did the human want to see him? Finally, Russia took a steadying breath and turned the door knob, sidling into the room.
"Viktoria?" Russia asked nervously.
Vika looked up from her large bed and smiled weakly at him. "Privet, Godspodin Russia."
"Privet." Russia moved to sit in the chair situated at her bedside. "How are you feeling?"
"I am feeling much better, spasibo," Vika said, sitting up in the bed. "I am almost fully healed.
Russia frowned thoughtfully. "That is good," he said. "But . . . how are you healing so quickly?" Humans didn't usually heal in a matter of two days . . . did they?
"Um . . ." Vika looked down at her hands shyly before answering. "Godspodin Russia, do you remember the rebellion in the North a few years back?"
"Da, what about it?"
"Well, some people still wanted to be separate from you. They formed their own nation of Northern Russia." Vika played with the sheets of her bed nervously. She didn't know how Russia would take the confession.
"Da?" Russia's eyes brightened. "And they saved your life!"
"Well, I was born several years ago when they separated," North Russia corrected. "I didn't know what to do so I joined your security force to learn how to be a nation."
"And that is why you did not run screaming within the first week of meeting me." Russia nodded knowingly.
"Da, I am seven years old. I was an adult at two. I may still be a micro-nation, but I am rather large."
Suddenly Russia pulled North Russia into a hug. "This is wonderful! My Little Yellow Sunflower can stay with me forever!"
"Oy! (Ow!) Vanya, you're hurting me."
"Prostite. (Sorry.)" Russia released the micro-nation.
"Even though I am a separated micro-nation, I would like to stay with you." North Russia blushed scarlet. Russia's heart soared. He had always felt affection for the agent now micro-nation.
"Da, you may! I want you to stay with me forever! Be one with Mother Russia, da?"
"Da, I will be one with Mother Russia. But I must ask you something, Vanya."
"Da?" Russia asked curiously.
North Russia cocked her head like a puppy. "Why do you say 'Mother Russia'? Are you not a man?"
Russia gaped like a fish at the micro-nation. Finally, at a loss for words, he laughed loudly.
"Da, but Mother Russia is from Mother Earth."
"Oh, I guess that makes sense." North Russia leaned back into the pillows. "What are we going to do about the Vikings?"
"I do not know, my Little Sunflower."
Unbeknownst to the happy couple, Belarus stood outside the door listening in on their conversation. Quietly she stepped away. If her big brother was happy, then so was she. Perhaps she should take Lithuania up on his offer for a date.
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Finland sneaked through the halls of the mansion. After a few days of good behavior the Vikings had allowed him out of the storage closet. Looking around for any signs of the Vikings, he knelt in front of a door and withdrew a bobby pin from his pocket. Jimmying the lock, he grinned when the door creaked open.
"Kyllä! (Yes!)" Finland hurried through the open door and down the hallway. It looked as through his soldier training from the Winter War had come in handy. He opened another door and peaked inside. There was no sign of anyone in the room. Slowly and ever so quietly, he crept up to a large, covered object.
'Mitä tämä on? (What's this?)' he wondered. He reached up and took hold of the covering, pulling it away.
The object was a rather large birdcage. Laying on a cushion in the cage was a winged body, a nation that Finland couldn't recognize from the back. One of the wings hung out of the cage limply.
'Mitä tämä on?' Finland reached out and gently stroked the wing. 'An angel?' he wondered. How had the Vikings managed to capture an angel?
The wing jerked away from the touch and the body stirred. "Denmark?" The nation did not turn around upon asking.
"Ei, Finland."
"Finland?" The nation turned over, revealing himself as England. It looked as though he'd aged over his short time in the cage. "What are you doing here?" England asked tiredly.
"England?" Finland gasped. "What happened to you?"
"Denmark happened to me," England sighed. "Does he know you're in here?"
"Ei, I snuck in because I heard you were in here."
"And why were you looking for me?" England sat up, crossing his legs, and settled against the bars of his cage. His left wing hung limply while his right wing was pulled against his back.
Finland took a deep breath before answering. "Because I heard you know how to do magic. No matter how stupid it sounds, I believe it."
"Is this proof enough for you?" England asked, fanning his ruined wings. His left wing appeared to be bent out of shape.
"What happened to your wing?" Finland asked curiously.
"Let's just say that when Denmark tells you to sit up, you sit up." England pulled his wings against his back again, wincing.
Finland squeaked in surprise. "Is it broken?"
"I'm afraid so."
Denmark had dragged England from the cage, throwing him to the ground and pinning him there. He'd seized the pumping wing, held it down at England's shoulder blade, and folded it in the opposite direction. The sound the bones had made as they'd snapped had grated against England's ears. But nothing compared to the pain that had screamed through the winged nation's body. Denmark had deposited him back in the cage, throwing the covering back over the cage.
"Why are you in here?" England asked curiously.
"I was locked in the storage room when I came across a book," Finland explained. "It had what I believe were spells."
"Why is this book so important?"
"Because it was open to a certain spell." Finland took a deep breath. "The past is the past, the future will come, now is the present. Allow there to be what once was. Do you know it?"
"I do. Scotland used it once to see his . . . brothers. I overheard him cast the spell. He was in a dream-like state for seven hours before he woke up. The spell allows you to see into the past."
"It does? But then why did Su-san, Tanska, and Norge end up like this?"
England leaned back, thinking. "A mispronunciation," he finally said. "Most likely. Norway casted the spell but made a mistake and it caused their minds to fall back into their Viking memories."
"So, they're trapped believing their Vikings?" Finland asked fearfully.
"Yes, that is why Sweden does not recognize you and Denmark is harsh. This spell could go further, though."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Let us say that there is an unprotected mind out there, someone in a coma for example. The spell might affect them too and erase their memories up to the age of the Vikings."
Finland clapped his hands to his mouth, horrified. "America and Canada."
"What?" England asked sharply. "What about them?"
"They were destroyed." Finland lowered his hands. "They've been in a coma for a couple of days."
"Oh no! No, no, no!" England lunged forward, grabbing the bars of his cage. "Finland, I need you to do something for me."
"Mitä? (What?)"
"I need you to take a message to my brothers for me. It will be very simple. All you'd need to do is blow out a window."
"Blow out a window?" Finland asked skeptically. He wondered if England had finally lost it.
"Wales has the magic of air," England explained. "I can send a message through a wind to him. There is no earth, fire, or water to send a message through." England would have rather sent a message through earth to Northern Ireland. He doubted Scotland, Wales, or Ireland would pay attention to his message.
"Okay, so I just need to blow out a window?"
"Once I give you the message."
"What's the message?"
England cupped a hand to his mouth and inhaled deeply. Exhaling slowly, he muttered under his breath. Finally he drew his hand away and cupped Finland's mouth and nose.
"Inhale," England commanded. Finland inhaled deeply, giving England a strange look.
"Now go blow that out a window, Euros should take it to my brother. Try and stay under the radar." England laid down with his back to Finland, his broken wing hanging from the cage. The conversation was clearly over. Finland left the room quickly.
The room was silent for a few minutes before the door opened again. England remained curled on his side, staring at his knees. He didn't need to look to know who it was.
"Hello, Denmark."
"Hej, Engel." Denmark approached the cage to look at England. He wasn't surprised to see the covering pulled off the cage. His precious pet had pulled the cover off a few times after he'd gotten sick of sitting in the dark.
"Did ya have a nice nap?" Denmark asked.
"It was uncomfortable," England told him. "I meant to thank you for breaking my wing. It was a wonderful experience."
"I can break yer other wing if ya want."
England flinched. "Would you do that to your precious Engel?"
Denmark scowled and crossed his arms. "When my precious Engel keeps getting into trouble I'll do what I want."
"What did I do this time?" England asked tiredly.
"Ya didn't do anything, ya were talking back ta me."
" . . . Beklager, (Sorry,)" England said after a moment. There was a moment of silence before he heard muffled footsteps and the sound of a lock clicking. The door to the cage opened and England was dragged out."
"What are you doing?" England seized the bars of the cage. "Beklager! Beklager!" This was exactly how he'd gotten his left wing broken.
"Engel, quit acting like a barn. (child.)" Denmark reached up and pried England hands off the bars.
"I'm sorry! Whatever I did, I'm sorry!" England curled in on himself.
Denmark sighed and dropped the sobbing nation on his bed. He moved into the attached bathroom, returning to fine England shielding his face from view with his unbroken wing. Sighing again, he shook his head and set the objects he'd retrieved on the bed beside his injured pet. Pain seared through England's body as the Viking pulled at his broken wing, laying it out on the bed. England cried out and attempted to slide away from Denmark.
"Stop that, Engel!" Denmark pinned England down as he slid the bones back into place. England screamed and writhed, clutching at the bed's sheets. Denmark grabbed a pole and laid it against the broken bones, wrapping the wing tightly in bandages. He really did regret breaking his precious pet's wing, the poor creature had been in agony for days.
"Now ya just still, I'm going ta get something." Denmark returned to the bathroom. England drew his wing over himself again, sniffling. Moments later a firm hand held his head down as something pricked his neck. A strange tingling sensation coursed through England's body.
"That's something ta help with the pain," Denmark explained, setting the syringe aside. "Now, what do ya say?"
"Thank you," England whispered.
"Danish, tillader. (pet.)"
"Tak, mester."
"Goody boy." Denmark gathered England into his arms and gently deposited him back in the cage. Shutting and locking door, he grabbed the covering from the floor and threw it back over the small prison.
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Norway turned the doorknob gently and opened the door to check on the comatose nations. What he didn't expect to see was Canada and America sitting up in their beds, blinking blearily and looking around in confusion.
"America? Canada?" Norway asked, stepping into the room. "What are you doing up?"
The North American brothers looked at him, responding very differently to the Viking's presence. America's eyes widened and he scuttled back, cowering in fear. Canada's eyes lit up with the joy of a child.
"Far!" Canada reached out for Norway.
"Far?" Norway repeated, blinking in surprise.
"Far! Se hvor stor jeg har vokst! (Look how big I've grown!)" Canada wiggled his fingers like a child. Norway had not seen him do something like that for many years. Vinland had used to wiggle his fingers in the same fashion when he wanted up in to someone's arms.
Norway blinked again then smiled fondly. "Ja, det gjør jeg. Du er så stor Canada. (Yes, I do see. You are so big Canada.)" America curled in on himself, trembling.
"Hvem er 'Canada'? (Who is 'Canada'?)" Canada cocked his head curiously. He seemed oblivious to his older brother, only caring about the nation before him.
"Ah, du er Canada, (Ah, you are Canada,)" Norway explained.
Canada frowned thoughtfully. "Nei, jeg er Vinland. (No, I am Vinland.)"
"Vinland?" Norway repeated. "Veldig godt. (Very well.)"
"Men hvorfor er jeg så stor? (But why am I so big?)" Vinland asked curiously. "Jeg husker ikke. (I do not remember.)"
"Du har vokst mye Vinland. Ditt land er så stor. (You have grown a lot Vinland. Your country is so big.)"
"Virkelig? (Really?)" Vinland asked excitedly. America whimpered in fear.
"Amerika?" Norway looked at the frightened nation curiously. There was no reason for him to be scared . . . was there? "Greit du er? (Are you alright?)"
"En tiedä kuka olet. Pyydän, älä satuta minua. (I don't know who you are. Please, don't hurt me.)" The words sounded familiar to Norway but he couldn't understand them.
Norway stared America for a moment before his face softened. "Jeg er Far Norge, (I am Father Norway,)" he told the young nation.
"En ymmärrä sinua! (I don't understand you!)" America cried out.
"Vinland, er hva Amerika sier? (Vinland, what is America saying?)" Norway asked his former colony.
"Hvem er Amerika? (Who is America?)" Vinland asked curiously.
"Broren din. (Your brother.)"
"Jeg har en bror? (I have a brother?)" Vinland bounced on the bed excitedly.
"Ja, han er på sengen ved siden av deg. (Yes, he is on the bed next to you.)" Norway pointed to America. Vinland looked to America. Strange words flowed from his mouth, but America must have understood them because he responded in the same language. It must have been a Native American language they shared.
"Han forstår ikke deg, (He doesn't understand you,)" Vinland finally said.
"Hvilke språk snakker han? Hva er hans navn? (What languages does he speak? What is his name?)"
Vinland repeated the questions and America answered them anxiously.
"Han sier han er New Sverige er han snakker finsk. (He says he is New Sweden, he is speaking Finnish.)"
"Snakker han andre språk? (Does he speak any other languages?)" Vinland turned to New Sweden.
"Svensk. (Swedish.)"
"Er det alt? (Is that all?)" New Sweden shook his head at the question, answering with a pained face.
"Han snakker mange. Men de er altfor forvirrende for ham. Han liker det ikke. (He speaks many. But they are all too confusing for him. He doesn't like it.)"
"Veldig bra da, vent her. (Very well then, wait here.)" Vinland cocked his head curiously, watching Norway leave the room. The Viking returned a few minutes later with Sweden in tow.
New Sweden looked up at their arrival. His eyes lit up at the sight of Sweden.
"Pappa!" New Sweden held out his arms. "Jag är rädd! (I'm scared!)"
"Det är okej, jag är här nu. (It's alright, I'm here now.)" Sweden strode forward to sit beside the young nation.
"Varför är jag så stor? Jag minns ingenting! (Why am I so big? I don't remember anything!)" New Sweden hugged Sweden around the neck.
"Du växte upp snabbt. (You grew up quickly.)"
"När har jag växa upp? (When did I grow up?)"
"Övernattning. (Overnight.)"
"Mitt huvud gör ont. Jag hör så många förvirrande ord. Jag tycker inte om det. (My head hurts. I hear so many confusing words. I don't like it.)" New Sweden looked up at one of his many colonizers, tears in his eyes.
"Menar du vad min vän säger? (Do you mean what my friend is saying?)"
"Ja, en, (Yes, and this,)" New Sweden said in Dutch.
"Tala inte det språket. Det är ont. (Do not speak that language. It is evil.)"
New Sweden pulled back from the hug, cowering at Sweden's harsh tone. "Ja, pappa."
"Duktig pojke. Andra kommer att försöka skada dig. Deras språk är inget annat än onda. (Good boy. Others will try to hurt you. Their languages are nothing but evil.)" Sweden reached out to ruffle New Sweden's hair.
"Varför vill de göra mig illa? (Why do they want to hurt me?)" New Sweden leaned into the comforting hand.
"De vill ha din makt. Du är en supermakt. (They want your power. You are a superpower.)" New Sweden looked terrified at the thought.
"Vil de å skade meg selv? (Do they want to hurt me too?)" Vinland tugged on Norway's sleeve anxiously.
"Ja, bara lita på dina sanna fäder. (Yes, only trust your true fathers.)" Sweden told the brothers. The Viking did not consider the fact that New Sweden had been founded by both him and Finland.
"Jeg ser far Sve, men hvor er far Dan? (I see father Sweden, but where is father Denmark?)" Vinland asked curiously.
"Far Danmark er opptatt akkurat nå. Han vil besøke deg senere. Nå resten, må du være sliten etter å lære så mye, (Father Denmark is busy right now. He will visit you later. Now rest, you must be tired after learning so much,)" Norway told him.
"Ja, far." Vinland laid down on the bed obediently but New Sweden seized Sweden's arm, a terrified look in his eyes.
Sweden smiled and ruffled New Sweden's hair. "Det är okej. Du kan gå att sova, jag kommer att skydda dig. (It's alright. You can go to sleep, I will protect you.)"
New Sweden released Sweden's arm slowly. "Löfte? (Promise?)" He laid down on the bed.
"Jag lovar. God natt. (I promise. Good night.)" Sweden patted New Sweden's arm before rising and leaving the room with Norway. The light was turned off and the door shut quietly.
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Turkey and Scotland sat at the table in the private meeting room. Turkey's body posture was tense as he finished speaking.
" . . . I know they have yer brother," Turkey was saying. "If ya help us, then we can free England as well. It's getting' worse over there, no doubt. Icey's in big trouble now."
"Aye, A'm sure they're all in big trouble," Scotland agreed. "No doubt ma nephews are feeling the destruction of their countries pretty hard."
"Japan and his union as well as Romano and Bulgaria will be joinin' us," Turkey continued. "They'll be able to counteract Norway's magic."
The door to the room burst open as Turkey finished speaking. Wales ran into the room with a nearly transparent winged man hot on his heels.
"Wales, what are ye doing here?" Scotland demanded.
"I . . . just . . . got . . . a message . . . from . . . England," Wales heaved, doubled over trying to catch his breath.
"What's the message?" Turkey asked.
"England found out what caused the Vikings to go crazy."
"Well, what is it?" Scotland pressed.
"Norway messed up on a spell." Wales had finally caught his breath. "He also said the spell's going to affect America and Canada too."
"What?" Scotland shot out of his chair.
"Bok!" Turkey swore. He turned to a fuming Scotland. "Well, Scotland, are ya goin' ta join?"
"Aye, A'm joining ye in this fight, and so will ma brother. Did the goo-" Scotland stopped himself. "England say what spell Norway used?"
"Dim, he only said that it was a spell you used before."
"Shite!" Scotland exhaled sharply. Black smoke issued from his nostrils as his hair erupted in fire. Turkey yelped in surprise, looking for a way to extinguish the fire.
"Brawd! (Brother!)" Wales smacked himself in the forehead.
"What?" Scotland demanded. He seemed oblivious of the eight-inch dancing flames on his head.
"Your hair's on fire again." Wales pointed to his brother head. Grumbling, Scotland shook his head and the fire extinguished itself. He sat back down in his chair. Turkey looked between the brothers like they were crazy.
"What are ye staring at?" Scotland snapped at Turkey. "Never heard of 'the Dragon' before?"
"Ejderha?" Turkey repeated. "It's a mythical beast."
Scotland snorted. "Ask yer little friend, the quiet one. He'll tell ye. Wales!"
"Oes?" Wales asked.
"A'm going ta do a complicated spell, send Euros away." Wales nodded and waved the winged man at his side away. Euros vanished with the dance of a light breeze. Scotland leaned back in his seat and rested his hands in his lap, inhaling deeply.
"The past is the past, the future will come, now is the present. Allow there to be what once was." Turkey watched as the nation's body relaxed. Scotland seemed to be asleep.
"What he doin'?" Turkey looked at Wales.
"He's looking back into the past," Wales explained. "I think he's going to try and find a spell that both he and Norway know. Do you really want to know who 'the Dragon' was?"
"Who?"
"Scotland used to have four brothers: Northumbria, Wessex, East Anglia, and Mercia. They were known as 'the Grim', 'the Griffin', 'the Sea Serpent', and 'the Phoenix'. Alba was 'the Dragon'. They were five of the strongest sorcerers anyone had ever met. Norway attacked them one time and ended up running away in fear. He didn't stand a chance against all five of them together. When Northumbria, Wessex, East Anglia, and Merica merged to form England they passed their magic on to him."
"Why did they die if they were so strong?" Turkey asked curiously.
"Denmark was invading and Norway had brought stronger creatures with him this time. They knew they wouldn't survive the attack. So, they merged to form England. Scotland was able to harness their magic to drive Norway and Denmark away."
"A can still hear ye," Scotland said in a monotone voice.
Denmark happened to me.
A/N: There was no rebellion in Northern Russia! She's just another OC we created!
The Anemoi were spirits of the wind in Greek mythology. Boreas was the northern wind, Euros the east, Notus of the south, and Zephyrus from the west.
Vinland got its name when a settler ate some berries they found got drunk. The name means "Wine Land" . . . or something like that.
'Canada' comes from a Native America word (I'm sorry! I don't remember which tribe!), it means village.
America was colonized by Spain, France, Netherlands, Sweden, Demark, Russia, and England.
New Sweden was a colony founded by Sweden and Finland. Denmark found the Virgin Islands. We decided to go with the better sounding name. We realize that Sweden would not have been a Viking at the time he colonized America, but it is the first time they met.
The colony Roanoke (situated in North Carolina) was one of the first colonies. Sadly, it did not last long. The leader of the colony left for England then returned to find the entire colony mysteriously missing. The only clue he could find was the word "Cro".
Virginia Dare was the first America baby born in the colony of Roanoke.
Castor and Pollux were twins from Greek mythology. Castor was the son of a mortal man and Pollux was the son of Zeus. (Don't ask how they're still twins if they have different fathers. It's Greek mythology! That stuff never makes sense.) Castor and Pollux were very close. And when Castor was Pollux went to his father and begged Zeus to let Pollux share his immortality with his brother. Zeus agreed and placed the brothers in the sky. Castor and Pollux now spend half their lives in the underworld for their mortality and half of it in the sky for their immortality.