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...

11. In Which Denmark Fears No More

Chapter Eleven- In Which Denmark Fears No More

Denmark was the only Nordic who did not enter his door as soon as he was given the chance. He paced, finally sitting down, crossing his legs, and looking up at the Dannebrog on his door.

"Norge, do you really expect me to do this? I c-can't. I bet the others found out something good but there's nothing good for me to find, is there? Ked af det..."

He closed his eyes. "Norge, what do I do."

And- as cheesy as it sounds- a vision came to Denmark. Norway in chains, in the room the day they started to live together. Then a scream of pain. His eyes shot open.

"I know I probably don't have anything good to find but this doesn't matter anymore. It's not about my fears but it's about saving lille lutefisk."

He stood up, almost falling over, and pulled the door open. "Storebror's coming, whether you like it or not."

He cautiously took a step forward and listened as the door shut behind him.

"N-Norge?"

"Danmark."

If this room could be described it was a room full of regret. Regret and forgiveness above all. But then the rest was happiness. Like sitting in front of a fire with a person you care about, drinking hot chocolate and laughing. You don't have to think of the other person as more than a friend to enjoy it. Denmark took a sharp breath in.

"Norge..."

"Danmark, feel this place and understand. I never meant to hurt you, I promise. Never intentionally to the person who raised me. And now that the past is the past, we can be brothers again."

"Of course, min lille lutefisk," Denmark said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. "I'll find you, I promise."

"Of course you will."

Suddenly, the feelings of contentment and happiness vanished. The room turned cold and dark.

"Danmark!"

"Norge!" Denmark took a deep breath. "Don' worry, we're coming-"

"S'dark...and my hands hurt an' m'dizzy. Help, Danmark..."

"We're coming, I promise."

"Danmark, I-"

Norway's voice ended in a yelp of pain and dissolved into static. Denmark snarled, producing his axe and moving on.

"Promise, Norge."

A/N: eijfwiejtij4wjit Denmark.

That is all.

Also if any of you read Ice Blue Fire, I wrote a prequel if you want to read it...

~Toni