N O N S E N S E V E R S E

by Antonia Stark-Bondevik

Denmark's jaw dropped, watching old memories of himself and a much younger Norway, who was only three in human years when he had been found by Denmark and Sweden. He was a very different person then, the boy in the memories shocked Iceland and Finland to the core. Norway was laughing. The Nordics explore a brave new world...Norway's mind. And discover who he really is...

4. In Which Schadenfreude

Chapter Four- In Which Schadenfreude

The next memory was set years afterwards. In Sweden's library. Almost no words were spoken between the two quietest Nordics as Norway slammed a paper down on Sweden's desk. Just two words.

"I'm done."

And neither one acted to change the events set in motion as Norway walked away.

Norway stood outside of Iceland's house, staring up at it but not ringing the doorbell. Until finally the door opened on its own.

"Afsaka mig, herra ((excuse me, sir,)) do you need something?" a teenage Iceland asked.

"Ja," Norway said, swallowing thickly. "I'm here to see min lillebror again. We were separated years ago."

Iceland's eyes widened and his voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. "N-Noregur?"

"J-Ja."

Norway wrapped his little brother in a tight hug.

"I'm not a child anymore, Noregur!"

"You'll always be little to me," Norway hummed. "Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Ja," Iceland muttered, embarrassed.

"Then hug me back."

Iceland sighed and returned the hug.

"There."

Watching, Iceland flushed. Denmark ruffled the youngest Nordic's hair.

"Aw, don't deny it, Icey. You really do care about him."

Iceland made a small snorting noise, but did not protest Denmark's statement.
Sweden, guilty, moved on. "C'm'n. G't ta f'nd Norge."

"J-Já."

They kept walking, until they reached the end of this landscape. As if separated by an invisible boundary, the land stretched in front of them was desolate. The ground was cracked and dry, the sky, pre-dawn orange. There was no sun. Scattered on this land were rocks and trees. From far away, a speck moved on the horizon- so far away, none of the Nordics could tell what it was, exactly. Finland carefully took a step over the invisible border, reasoning.

"That's every important memory up to the present day, ei? Norja must have more in his mind than just memories..."

Sweden nodded assent. "B't th'n, wh't's th's?"

All four were at a loss for words. They stepped onto the savanna landscape, and the speck on the horizon turned and began racing towards them, becoming more clear as it approached. Jaws dropped in shock as the realization hit them...

A/N: Yep, a cliffhanger.

Yes, I changed my pen name. Still call me Toni. That's still my name.

I always mean to wait a few days before publishing a new one...but so many kind reviews...hjkl how do you people find meee. ;-;

Schadenfreude: Getting joy out of other people's misfortune. That is to say, Denmark and Iceland got joy out of Sweden's misfortune. I'm so deep. xD

The italics at the end of the last chapter were MEANT to be confusing. Suspense, ya know.

ANYWAY, It's almost eleven here and I'm not supposed to be on the computer. So short A/N is short.

Fire away with the reviews!

~Toni Stark(-Bondevik...but not yet. ;D)