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Thanks for all the follows, favorites and reviews, though! I'm glad you guys are enjoying the fics I make! ^^
Anyways, here we have the lovely third chapter! This is where a lot of the fun begins. Ohohoho.
Hetalia belongs to Himaruya.))
Maybe this will be harder than I thought.
Let me mind you, if Norway was the type to regularly show his emotions, cheerfulness wouldn't be one that would normally prop up. Having to act in such a way to imitate Finland was starting to grow tiresome fast.
So here he was, having lunch at the table with Sweden.
He had completely forgotten about Sweden's possible reactions to Finland acting out of character.
So this is what it feels like to make irrational decisions. Like Denmark.
"You alright, Fin?"
"Huh?" Norway's head snapped up, eyebrows raised.
"You're awful quiet today," said Sweden, eyeing him.
Norway put on a confused face. "Oh, I'm just thinking."
Sweden paused. "Your eyes are really dull, too."
Shoot. Norway jolted. He looked at Sweden, who was staring at him suspiciously.
"Ahaha, I'm fine, Sve! Don't mind me!" Norway insisted as Finland-like as he could. He quickly thought up an alibi. He stood up from the table abruptly. "Uh...if you excuse me, I think I'm going to go lie down. I'm kinda tired…" Nice save, Norge.
Sweden didn't look like he bought it, but he nodded anyway.
Norway casually walked away from the table and ran upstairs.
Sweden stayed in the kitchen, thinking.
"What are you hidin', Fin?"
Hetalia!
"Heck yeah! I'm am soooooo gonna beat you today!"
"Whatever you say."
Denmark and Finland (as Norway), were going to play archery at in the back ranges.
See, at the Nordics' mansion, there were three ranges: the archery range (mostly for fun, as well as a place for the group to settle scores with one another), the sharpshooting range (both for training and competition) and then Finland's private shooting range (for venting). While the Nordics more-or-less used these areas for fun or battle training, nobody dared step on Finland's range unless they wanted to (accidentally) be shot in the brains. Denmark learned that lesson first hand, and it was not pretty.
"Here we are!" Denmark announced, stepping onto the grounds.
Finland observed the course; he knew it well. Five targets at the end of the field, about ten arrows in his load. Finland felt his competitive spirit rise up in his chest, though he kept his Norway-like facade up.
"The king of Northern Europe is always first!" Denmark yelled, already taking out an arrow and aiming.
"Don't kill somebody," Finland joked, trying to keep his voice level.
"I didn't know you cared, Norge," Denmark retorted, firing. The first arrow struck the 3rd ring on the bullseye, the second arrow on the 4th, the third arrow on the 2nd, and the fourth and fifth both hit the center.
"Not a bad score!" Denmark grinned at his handiwork and headed out to retrieve his arrows.
I can beat that. Finland let himself smile a bit while Denmark's back was turned.
When Denmark came back, he smirked at "Norway" and put the arrows back into his case. "Beat that, Norge!"
"Oh, I will," Finland replied, taking out his own arrows. He stretched the bowstring, closed an eye and aimed. Then he fired all five arrows in rapid succession.
Five shots, five perfect bullseyes.
Denmark gaped. "How did you...but you suck at archery!"
"I do?" Finland slipped. He resisted the urge to cover his mouth in shock; he just spoke in his actual voice.
Denmark raised an eyebrow. "Uh...what's up with you? Your voice sounded weird."
Finland struggled to maintain the straight face. Nope nope nope nope nope I can't be caught…
"I better go and get my arrows," Finland said, back to Norway mode. He turned on his heel and went to go and wrench the arrows out of the targets, silently cursing himself.
I wonder if Norway is having as hard a time as I am...
((Oh, if they only knew what the other was going through.
Anyway, I should be getting onto some oneshots now, and maybe get to work on my Manhattanverse stories. IDK, I just want an excuse to write PruHun again.
Later!))