FINALLY! I got off my lazy ass and moved it to my desk so I could work on this. It's been too long, my pretties. Too long indeed. Anyways, this is part one of Norway's fear. First part is just recent failures, so read at will.

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They had just about had it. It was halfway through the second day and the Awesome Trio (excluding Denmark, of course) still hadn't figured out what Norway was scared of. They had tried a bunch of things.

The fear of showing emotion. Well Prussia had tripped Denmark, and pointed out Norway's evil grin. However, he had only given them a puzzled look and asked what the big deal was, then proceeded to choke them for making assumptions of him having no emotion.

The fear of fire. When in the kitchen, just casually washing his hands, Norway saw America cooking some type of sauce. Suddenly, he had whipped out a bottle of... some sort of alcoholic beverage, and poured it right in. The thing burst into flames, right in front of Norway's face. He ran forward and put it out with baking soda, of course, not forgetting to lecture the caution needed while cooking in his kitchen.

The fear of animals... never mind. Hanatamago and Mr. Puffin say enough.

Fear of solitude. As if! He's by himself at least half the time and 49 percent with his faery friends or troll or whatever. Only 1 percent could possibly be spent with his nation friends, preferably not with Denmark (HEY!) ((It's the truth...)) Plus, being alone is more of Denmark's thing, after the Kalmar Union mess.

Night was approaching, and they were running out of ideas. The only way they would ever find out was if they were around Norway constantly. They had to make sure that every second was analyzing his every move.

"NORWAY, DUDE, COME ON!" America yelled, running towards the house. Norway sighed dramatically and turned on the spot, looking with as much boredom as inhumanly possible. "What could you possibly want from my life now? You've all been pestering me nonstop today."

"But we want you to come wiz us on a walk! In za forest behind zis awesome house you own!" Norway stared at them blankly, if anything, confused. "A... walk? Why would you guys want to do that? You're fat and eat too much, and you probably think you're too "awesome" or something to do a calm, peaceful activity."

Their faces heated up with embarrasment. "I am not fat, and even if I was, it's great exercise, right?"

"Ja, and you can be any level of awesomeness to go on a walk."

Denmark shifted his gaze to the Norwegian. "Well, will you come or not?"

Norway sighed yet again that day. "Fine, but you guys better not do anything stupid or I'll personally make sure you are murdered by my troll. Got it? Good." He then began to walk to the forest, whispering about how he might be able to visit some of his faeries. The others hurried to follow him, reviewing every detail of the forest, hoping something would spark their interest and call out a fear. But they were nervous, since the only things around were tall, feeble trees.

OOOOOHH CLIFFHANGER-ISH! I don't normally do cliffhangers, but Norway having two chapters made it seem appropriate. Sorry it's so short, I've been very lazy lately. Oh, and the beginning was just to be kind of drabble-ish. I thought you'd enjoy hearing their so far failed attempts. Let me tell you that (phobialist . com) is very helpful for ideas.

I'm working on about four or five pictures right now, too, so I'm kind of busy. Whatever, you don't care about my life, you just care about my magical story. Hint to Norway's fear is that it resulted from his past. Not the best hint, but I don't want to give it away.

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