Okay! Just letting you guys know, I'm getting major writer's block on this story, and it's not going away. I'm making this chapter a bit longer not only to make up for my absense, but as an apology because unfortunately, I have decided to end this story soon. I know, it's very sad to lose my story soon, but it will be OK.

Check bottom for translations and any references used.

Plus, I plan on writing another DenNor story, wanting to be romantic, but something changing it. I'll upload another chapter to end the story and tell the name of that one soon.

On that note, enjoy~

Denmark walked around the house miserably. He couldn't find his axe anywhere! That is until he walked into someone in quite a rush. Norway turned around and jumped at seeing a sad looking Denmark there. He tried to turn and walk back to his room when he was stopped by Denmark, who smiled cheerfully as usual. "Hej, Norge! I was just going to look for you, 'cause I can't find my axe and Sve didn't have it, so...Nor? What's wrong?"*

"N-nothing, I was just g-going to go to my room because-"

Denmark glanced down with a puzzled expression until his brain finally put the pieces together (for once) and he started to frown. "Nor, you took my axe, didn't you?"

"No! Uh-maybe, no."

That was enough evidence for Denmark. He grabbed Norway's hand and practically dragged him down the hall to the room and began to search. Norway just awkwardly stood there staring at his toes while the taller man began to tear apart his room, being oblivious to the only place it could possibly be; the closet. When he finally decided to check there, he almost squealed in delight when he saw it, sitting there unharmed. "You kept it there to protect it from Sweden, didn't you? I always knew you cared about this badass battle axe of mine!"

"Sure. Let's go with that idea." Norway thanked he world in his head that Denmark was too dumb to actually think he took it on purpose.

"Hey, Nor?"

Norway paused reading a very interesting Norse mythology book of his. "What do you want from my incredibly boring life, Danmark?"*

"WELL, I was thinking and I wondered about those imaginary creature whatchamacallits- you see sometimes. I wish I could see them too, Norway. They seem so cool by the way you describe them."

Norway put down his book gently and stood up, a soft smile on his face. "You know, Denmark. You could actually see them, if you want. The reason you guys can never see them is not just because you don't believe in them, but if one who does have the Sight grants you permission with enough trust, they would become visible to you as well."

Denmark bounced out of his seat and put on his best Tamaki puppy dog face possible.* "Pwease could I have your pewmission to see them wif you? Pwetty pwease?"

Norway got back to his emotionless mask and sighed, but nodded. "Alright, follow me to the forest."

They walked for a while, about 15 minutes, until they reached a little clearing. They both stopped when Norway stepped forward and began to recite a statement, almost as an offering

"Jeg gir denne mannen tillatelse til å se dine former, som han har fått tillit av en med synet. Vennligst komme frem og vise ham din tilstedeværelse."*

Denmark, being Danish with a very similar language, managed to pick up a few words when a blueish glow came hovering until it was right in front of him. Then, a flash came to only his eyes and he saw something he could not believe. A group of faeries, about 10 or so, floated right in front of him, whispering amongst themselves. Instead of acting like a normal person would by screaming and running away frantically, he walked forward and asked, "Who are you?" (sounds like Canada)

" We are the Norwegian faery tribe. I am King Kåre and these are my people. You must be "the idiot" that our friend tells us about so often."

He was stunned. Norway, talked about, him?! "Uh, yeah, I guess I am. So you guys are real! Do you guys know a troll, 'cause Nor's told me about one of those, too!"

He felt a sharp tap on his shoulder and turned around to see a towering 10 foot tall jolly green giant of a troll. He suppressed the urge to scream and instead let out a much more manly squeak. "Oh, hi t-there. You're a troll, right? Norway's told me all about you!"

The day continues on with everyone talking and getting acquainted with each other, with both Norway and Denmark happier than they had been in awhile, that is, until Finland and Sweden came out to look for them.

"Uh, Norway? Denmark? What are you two doing?! There's nothing there! I always knew Norway was like that but Denmark too?"

"D'nm'rk, I th'nk y've 'ffic'lly l'st 't. Wh't w'r y' g'ys d'ing 'nyw'y?"

They began to explain what happened that day, only resulting in the pair shaking their heads in confusion, not wanting to talk with Norway yet again about his creatures being imaginary. They all went home to have some coffee after that. Denmark, meanwhile, was too busy to drink his coffee when he needed to think of a way to finish the last dignified thing on his list, an arguement that was legend in the Nordic household...

WOOOO! That took a whole half hour of my life. Time well spent, peeps, time well spent. I'M PRETTY SURE THERE'S ONLY ONE CHAPPIE LEFT GUYS! I tried to extend the subject of this as much as I could (did y'all notice the King coming back? I hope so!) I also wrote something about the "jolly green giant" somewhere. DON'T JUDGE, I was eating that brand of corn at the moment okay? And that's how I vision Norway's troll in my small head. Anyways, sorry for crappy translations, courtesy of Google Translate, so here they are!:

*"Hej, Norge! I was just going to look for you, 'cause I can't find my axe and Sve didn't have it, so...Nor? What's wrong?"- Hej, Norge! means "Hi, Norway" in Danish.

*"What do you want from my incredibly boring life, Danmark?"- Danmark is "Denmark" in both Danish and Norwegian.

*"Jeg gir denne mannen tillatelse til å se dine former, som han har fått tillit av en med synet. Vennligst komme frem og vise ham din tilstedeværelse."-I give this man permission to see your forms, as he has gained the trust of one with the Sight. Please come forth and show him your presence. It means something like that.

Oh and you might have noticed the Tamaki thing. If you don't watch OHSHC, just imagine the most begging adorable puppy dog eyes in the whole world just asking for one simple thing granting you their entire trust. CUTE, AMIRIGHT? Or just look it up, you'll find it.

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