A/N: Chapter three, our fearless hero Norway decides to stop in to see his little brother Iceland. Who's name for this story will be "Espen". Other than that, it's a pants-light chapter, but they will come in triumphantly in chapter 4. Sorry for the lack of update, I got Final Fantasy XIII and I've had a lot of fun playing it.
Disclaimer: Ownership, not mine.
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A week before Opening Ceremonies saw Norway waking up in Reykjavík in Iceland. He'd learned a long time ago that trans-Atlantic travel was much more comfortable when he visited his brother's house. He made sure all of his things were packed and walked down to the table where most of the other Nordic countries were sitting around for breakfast. Sweden and Finland had both gotten up early to help with the cooking, since Iceland knew that he would have a lot of work to do, most of the other nations had figured out the trick of stopping in Reykjavík on long flights too.
"Good morning Nils," the white haired nation greeted quietly while he walked over to his older sibling. He hadn't quite gotten over the fact that Norway was his brother.
"Morning Espen," he greeted Iceland with a yawn. "Morning Berwald, Tino." He sat at the table next to the other Nordics.
"Took you long enough," Tino greeted, "did Denmark sneak in again?"
"No, thank you very much," he yawned.
"'S a good thing." Berwald muttered without diverting attention from his paper.
"Hey Nora ya took all the hot water ya bastard!" Came a very angry call from the only Nordic absent from breakfast.
Norway shrugged apologetically, "why does he call me Nora? What did I do to deserve a name for a girl from him?"
Sweden turned the page of the newspaper in his hands. "H's 'lways liked you. J'st h's way 'f showing 't."
Finland laughed, "Svi you're just as bad about teasing people. Don't make poor Nils feel too bad." He smiled as his dog Hanatamago jumped up on his lap and barked quietly at him. The blond nation stroked the dog's ear. "And besides, knowing Denmark as we do, he's just a poor sport at showing his affection."
Iceland nodded, "besides you deserve it, you're a terrible big brother."
Norway frowned, "fine, I see where I'm not wanted. I'll see you all in Vancouver later." He walked back to his room, and pulling his suitcase down the hall he set it by the door. He returned to the kitchen, thanked his brother for the hospitality, and then left a small gift of appreciation, a box of gourmet black licorice. The Nordic walked out to the waiting car and was spirited off to the airport. He checked in and within a few hours full of clearing security and buying a new book for the plane, he found himself on the plane to Vancouver. Unfortunately as he settled in with a book before the flight finished boarding, he was disturbed by a loud disruption.
"Yo Nora! Look who got on an earlier flight!" Came an all too cheerful greeting from Denmark as he flopped down in the seat next to Norway.
"Great..." Norway groaned wondering what ancient spirit he had aggravated by word, deed, or otherwise. Now he was stuck on an airplane with the last person in the world, twelve or more hours on a plane with no hope of escape.
Denmark's hand closed around Norway's shoulder and forcibly turned him around, "Now Nora, you wouldn't want this whole plane to know how much you scream would you?"
"Come on Danma, do you have to do this now?" He muttered, fist clenched in preparation to put the man's lights out.
Denmark leaned in, "either that or I spill on those stupid pants you're gonna be sporting!"
"Leave me alone!" Norway snarled, blue light encasing his hand as he reached up and pinched Denmark's carotid artery in an almost Vulcan Nerve Pinch fashion. The energy from his spirit friend would see to it that his friend wouldn't be disturbing him until they reached their destination. The Nordic seriously doubted a little nap would cause Denmark any harm beyond what he deserved. He opened his book, something about one of America's former bosses being a vampire hunter. It was quite entertaining, if only for the image of Alfred "Oblivious" Jones working for a vampire hunter. Norway ate a little, slept a lot, and by the time the plane was entering British Columbia he woke up to something soft tickling his face. He turned his head to find Denmark had fallen on his shoulder, still unconscious, and Norway in turn had fallen asleep on top. He craned his neck watching Denmark. The man wasn't all ill intentions and alcohol. He was quite adorable asleep, clinging to Norway's navy colored sailor outfit with a bit of drool running down his chin. The nation paused, had he just called Denmark adorable!?
"Attention, we're beginning our final descent into Vancouver, please make sure that all of your tray tables are up, belongings stowed away, and seatbacks returned to the upright position." The flight crew announced, repeating the message in Spanish, French and Swedish. Norway stowed his book in the pocket in front of him.
When the plane landed Norway prodded Denmark to get him to move. The larger man refused to budge, on one hand Norway was thrilled he wouldn't have to put up with his friend. On the other, he was worried that he may have done more damage than he would have liked. Denmark snuffled but despite the large backpack he had, Norway also found himself carrying Denmark off of the plane. It too some effort to get him out to set him in a wheelchair. He pushed the larger nation up the ramp into the decorated airport. The Nordic smiled, Canada had decided to keep the decorations simple and sophisticated, just the way it should be. From the opposite gateway emerged a person Norway recognized as much as he wished he didn't, if not by sound then by sight. The leader of the group of passengers had glasses, blond hair and a smile that said, 'Hello world I am the hero and you are not.'
"'CAUSE I HAD MY TRAY TABLE UP AND MY FULL UPRIGHT POSITION! I HAD MY TRAY TABLE UP AND MY FULL UPRIGHT POSITION! I HAD MY TRAY TABLE UP AND MY FULL UPRIGHT POSITION!'" America was singing at the top of his lungs, ear buds wedged so deep in, Norway doubted America would be able to hear for the next week. The nation waved over at Norway and continued, "YO NORWAY! WHAT HAPPENED TO DENMARK?!"
The Nordic vaguely wondered if it would even be worth it to reply, instead he shrugged and pushed Denmark off to the baggage carousel. Further down and well away from America's shouting at the top of his lungs, he saw Germany and North Italy walking down a hall lined with the flags of various nations. He waved as he passed them. "Oh, before I forget... Thank you Italy." Norway commented then hurried off to the elevator.
Italy blinked and smiled, "okay!"
Norway collected his and Denmark's bags, but Denmark had started to stir. He certainly didn't want to be around when Denmark woke up. So he hastily handed him over to the limo marked with Denmark's national flag. He made an excuse along the line that Denmark had gotten motion sick and passed out en route. The entourage nodded and thanked the nation for his aid and they packed him up in the limo and drove off.
The Nordic smiled and pushed the wheelchair over to the door before heading off to his own entourage. He popped into his limo and gazed out the window while watching the other cars go speeding by. He wondered if the curling pants had made the trip okay. He smirked, imagining Denmark bowing before the awesomeness that was his pants. This would be worth the effort, but he couldn't afford to lose focus now. If he wanted respect, he'd have to work for it.
