Disclaimer: We don't own Hetalia, but Castor's devising a plot.
A/N: Hey everyone! So Castor and I were talking and we realized that Native (America) is probably never going to be explained. So we decided to explain her to you now. Native was the personification of the land of North America, not necessarily the tribes, before it was colonized, when it was wild and free. The Vikings landed and America and Canada were born, though they don't remember it. Native was angry and drove the Vikings and tried to kill America and Canada. But it was too late and she died, leaving America and Canada to represent North America.
Also, we apologize if our Japanese terms are wrong, we don't entirely understand how to use them but we're trying our best! Remember, we're American! We also apologize for the characters OOC-ness, this might be the chapter where it happens the most.
What do Vikings do?
Agent Orlov stood guard at the door to the security footage room, smiling at any agent who looked at her curiously. The sounds of the destruction of several televisions and a computer seeped through the thick door. Agent Orlov smiled at another curious agent.
"Godspodin Russia got some bad news," she told him. The agent nodded and left, casting a wary look at the door. He was shoved out of the way unceremoniously by a larger man who marched down the hall with purpose. The head of the Security Surveillance team stopped before Agent Orlov who saluted him.
"You wanted to speak with me, agent?" the head asked.
"Da, ser," there was the sound of shattering glass and a shout. "We need new televisions for the surveillance room, ser."
"Why?" the head looked at the door worriedly. "Who is in there?"
"Godspodin Russia, ser."
"Why is he destroying the room?"
"Godspodin Russia sent me to retrieve Godspodin Canada from the airport but he never arrived," Agent Orlov explained. "Godspodin Russia believes the Nordics nations have kidnapped both Godspodin America and Godspodin Canada." The head sniffed, thinking while he stared at the door. A particularly loud crash made him jump.
"Da, I will get you the new televisions."
"Spasibo, we need a new computer as well."
"Very well." The head looked once more at the door before leaving. Agent Orlov winced as she heard the tinkle of glass. This was going to be a long afternoon.
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Hong Kong stood outside the Copenhagen airport dressed in warm winter clothes and clutching a briefcase in his hands. Iceland had forgotten his papers at his house so Hong Kong had come to return them in case he needed them. The Asian nation looked around himself.
"Where is Denmark's house?" he wondered aloud. "I think teacher said it was this way." He started down the street. Hong Kong had barely made it ten steps when a mass of feathers collided with his face. The collision, though weak, was enough to stop Hong Kong in his tracks. He caught Mr. Puffin as the bird fell, wheezing with exhaustion.
"Aren't you Iceland's bird?" Hong Kong asked the puffin. Mr. Puffin coughed and positioned himself on the nation's arm.
"Yeah, what of it?" the bird demanded. He examined Hong Kong's face carefully then jumped in surprise, almost falling again. Hong Kong caught the bird and steadied him. "Hey, you're the tough guy's friend, the funny one from that one place!" Mr. Puffin said excitedly. Hong Kong blinked, a bored expression on his face.
"Yes, I am from Hong Kong and I am Iceland's friend," he told the bird.
"Well, it just so happens that Icey has got an important message for me to deliver."
"Who is it for?" Mr. Puffin shrugged.
"How should I know? The idiot dropped me out the window and told me to get lost!" Hong Kong frowned. Iceland may not have gotten along with Mr. Puffin but he would never throw his pet out the window without reason.
"Why would he do that?" Hong Kong asked. Mr. Puffin opened his beak. "Don't answer that." No doubt the bird would just insult his owner some more. "What is the message?"
"Something bad is happening."
"What?" Hong Kong pressed.
"Sweden, Norway, and Denmark are acting really weird," the bird continued.
"Yes, Iceland said that at our meeting in Russia."
"Well . . ." Mr. Puffin took a deep breath. "THEY'VE KIDNAPPED AMERICA AND CANADA!" the bird screeched, drawing the attention of the few passersby in the blizzard. Hong Kong dropped the bird in surprise.
"WHAT?" His usually emotionless face was filled with surprise. Iceland's brothers had kidnapped nations?
"Ouch, what the hell was that for?" Mr. Puffin glared at Hong Kong from the ground. The nation ignored him, withdrawing a cellphone from his pocket. He dialed a number and waited for an answer, chewing his lip nervously.
"Nǐ hǎo, teacher, it is Hong Kong," he said when China answered the phone.
"What is it, aru?" China asked. "I thought you were visiting Iceland."
"I was going to . . ."
"But?" the older nation pressed.
"His bird, Mr. Puffin, found me before I could find Denmark's house and gave me some bad news."
"What, aru?" Hong Kong shifted the phone to his other ear.
"Denmark, Norway, and Sweden have kidnapped America and Canada."
"WHAT?" Hong Kong almost dropped the phone in surprise. "Are you certain?" China asked.
"Hey," Mr. Puffin squawked. "I'm still on the ground, where you dropped me, jackass!" Hong Kong ignored him.
"Yes, I noticed they were acting very strange at the meeting and America has gone missing," Hong Kong told his former mentor.
"Hong Kong, get back here immediately!" China ordered. "I do not want you staying in Denmark if they are causing trouble. I will call Ahen and tell him what is going on." Hong Kong sighed at both his teacher's over-protective attitude and the thought of England.
"Duí , teacher." He closed the phone and headed back into the airport. "Are you coming?" Hong Kong called to Mr. Puffin. The bird hopped up and fluttered onto his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, let's just get someplace warmer, and away from weirdoes," the bird said.
"Yes, we should." The airport's doors closed behind Hong Kong as the blizzard slowly came to an end outside.
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Iceland stood frozen by the open window as Norway watched him coolly. A shout echoed down the hall.
"Iceland, run!" Iceland turned to run but collided with Denmark, falling backward. The taller nation caught and steadied him before he could hit the floor.
"Ice?" Denmark asked as Norway closed the window. "Where's the fire? Don't tell me Eyjafjallajökull erupted again?" He flashed a wide grin. For once he had pronounced the volcano's name correctly. And it would probably be the only time. Iceland opened his mouth to say something but closed it again.
"Well, are ya going ta say something?"
"Um, I-" Iceland didn't know what to say. What did someone say when they knew a friend was doing something dangerous?
"I think Iceland just needs to relax for a bit," Norway said, stepping up beside his brother and placing a hand on Iceland's shoulder. "I'm sure the plane ride was exhausting. Not to mention touring Hong Kong for the past couple of days."
"Norge?" Iceland looked at his brother, confused. Why was Norway talking like that?
"Why don't you take a little nap?" Norway suggested. A shock ran through Iceland's body and he spasmed, collapsing. Denmark caught the limp nation before he could hit the floor.
"How long is that going ta keep him out fer?" he asked. Norway shrugged.
"It should keep him asleep for a couple days."
"What about America and Canada?" A shout echoed down the hall form America and Canada's room.
"SCREW YOU!"
"America!" Norway and Denmark ignored them.
"They'll be fine for a couple days. I gave them a large enough dose of the potion. And if they do manage to escape then my troll will stop them." Denmark carried the limp Iceland into a room beside the North American brothers'. After laying the unconscious nation on the bed, he left the room and made his way to the stairs with Norway following.
"Alright," Denmark said. "And you know where that stupid bird is heading?"
"Yes, we're going to China." Norway followed Denmark down the stairs. "I must also speak to you about America and Canada."
"LIKE I SAID-" America started. Denmark and Norway stopped on the stairs, looking back up.
"AMERICA!" Canada's voice echoed down the hall. Norway cocked his head. The brothers must have been able to hear better than he had thought.
"What about them?" Denmark and Norway continued down the stairs.
"They said rude things in different languages to me," Norway said. "They refuse to speak the proper language." Denmark scowled.
"They'll speak their proper language alright, Come on, Sve! We're going to China!"
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With Hong Kong on his way and his other siblings agreeing to come, China sat nervously at his kitchen table, a cell phone pressed to his ear.
'Why would they kidnap America and his brother?' China wondered to himself. The ringing of the phone finally stopped and a voice answered on the other end.
"What is it, China?" England asked in a bored voice.
"Ahen!" China said in relief.
"Will you stop calling me that!" England snapped. China waved a hand dismissively.
"Listen to me, your sons, America and . . . what's-his-name, I know where they are!"
"You do?" the Englishman sounded relieved. "Where are they?" he asked.
"The Nordics have kidnapped them," China told him.
"What! Are you sure?" Now England sounded skeptical.
"Iceland's puffin told Hong Kong who told me yesterday. He should be arriving home soon."
"You're trusting Hong Kong?" England asked in disbelief.
"Yes, why shouldn't I?"
"He doesn't exactly like you and he hates me."
"Ahen-" China started but was cut off by the dial tone. "Ahen! You need to believe me." China closed the phone and set it on the table, pinching the bridge of his nose. A loud banging on his front door interrupted his thoughts and loud voices could be heard as China made his way to the door.
"That is the last time I am ever riding a dragon again! Do you know how uncomfortable they are?" China opened the door to reveal Denmark and Norway standing on the porch.
"Nǐ hǎo, Denmark, Norway," China greeted the pair, opening the door wider.
"Hej, China," Denmark grinned at him. "How are ya on this fine day?"
"I am fine, aru," China said nervously. "Would you like to come in?"
"Sure!" The two Nordics entered the house and China closed the door behind them. Denmark looked ecstatic to be in the house while Norway appeared cool . . . or bored, China couldn't tell.
"How are you, aru?" China led them to his kitchen. He discretely pulled his wok from its hook above the stove.
"We're fine. We were just stopping by ta see how ya were doing." Denmark looked around the kitchen eagerly, showing no signs of paying attention to China. The older nation felt a pang of annoyance at his rudeness but he held himself together.
"O-Oh? Did Iceland make it back to your house alright?" China asked innocently.
"Yeah, he's just taking a nap right now."
"Your house is very clean, China," Norway commented drily. "Where are your siblings?"
"They are at their own houses."
"Really?" Denmark asked. "It must get boring without them around ta bother ya." A vein was throbbing in China's temple. The nerve of that nation!
"Yes, it does. But Hong Kong and Macau visit me from time to time."
"That's good. It's too bad none of our colonies ever want ta visit us."
'You were violent to your colonies, I'm surprised Norway has stayed with you so long,' China thought to himself.
"Is something wrong, China? Ya look kinda sick," Denmark commented. China couldn't stop himself.
"What have you done with America and . . ." Crap! What was the other country's name? "And Colorado?" Denmark frowned.
"Ya mean Canada?" he asked.
"Yes! What did you do to them?"
"They're relaxing is all," Denmark said with a wave of his hand. "That's why we came ta ya."
"Why?" China clutched his wok nervously.
"We can't always be there fer our boys. We need someone ta look after them."
"You boys?"
"Yeah, we found them first."
"No," China tensed, changing his grip on his wok. "Ahen found them first."
"Ya sound like ya need some lessons, China." Denmark's voice sounded serious but he kept a sloppy grin plastered on his face.
"I think I have had enough lessons in my time, aru." China leapt forward, swinging his wok at Denmark's head. The taller nation grabbed the wok's other handle and gave China a feral grin.
"Hey, China," Denmark said, drawing China's face closer to his. China tugged on the wok but the Viking's grip was too strong. "Do ya know who I am?" China froze, frowning in confusion. What was Denmark up to?
"You are Denmark," China said carefully. "Former Viking and self-proclaimed King of Northern Europe. I am China, four thousand years old and your elder!" the Asian nation snapped.
"That's right." Denmark brought a leg up and kicked China in the stomach, sending him flying into a wall without his wok.
"Aiyah!" China struggled to his feet, massaging his sore shoulder. "You will regret that, aru!"
"Will I now?" Denmark asked. He tossed the wok to the side where it clattered noisily and reached into his long coat, withdrawing a large battle axe. The sight of the axe made China swallow nervously. This was not going to be a fair fight.
"Y-Yes." Maybe he should just run and hope they don't catch him.
"Make me, then." Denmark gave China a crazed grin. Swallowing his fear, China dashed forward and leapt in to the air, spinning and kicking out at Denmark. The Viking caught his ankle and casually tossed China to the side. China rolled with the toss across the floor and flipped himself into a standing position with ease.
"I'll be easy on ya, since it's yer first time."
"But I won't!" the Asian nation snapped. He fell into a handspring and kicked Denmark in the chest, pushing off the nation and landing a foot away from him. Denmark stumbled back but straightened, rubbing his chest.
"Nice one, China, but I don't think Karate will save ya." Denmark swung his axe at China.
"It is Kung Fu, aru!" China dodged the axe, the weapon imbedding itself in the table, and struck out with another kick in midair, landed, and kicked Denmark in the stomach. The Viking jerked with every hit. He caught himself on a hand when he fell to his knees.
"Ya forgot something, China."
"What is that?" China tensed for an attack from the fallen nation.
"Me." Norway slammed a foot into China's head, sending the nation stumbling back. China shook his head and steadied himself.
"I forgot about you, aru."
"It's easy to do that." Norway stood relaxed with his hands by his side, giving China a bored look. "It helps to be quiet." at this he looked pointedly at Denmark. "Then no one knows where you are when you attack."
"Perhaps you should spar with Japan someday," China suggested. "You two are very similar." He kicked out at Norway. The Viking stepped to the side and slammed his shoulder into China's stomach, flipping him. China landed hard on the ground and struggled to his feet.
"I might just get to fight him soon. It depends on how well things go."
"What are you talking about?" China asked warily.
"We're Vikings, China, and what do Vikings do?" Norway asked and China tensed.
"They plundered villages and raped women." China and Norway were circling each other slowly while Denmark watched them.
"Besides that," Norway said. China bit his lip, uncertain.
"What else did a Viking want to do?" he asked. Denmark pulled his axe free and rested it on his shoulder.
"Conquer." Denmark said.
With that he swung his axe at China who slipped past it, dodging the swing, and swept a foot under Denmark. Denmark fell forward, cursing madly. Norway used the chance to launch himself off his friend, unsheathing a long sword and swinging it at China. China dodged it, the sword slicing a small table in half cleanly, and swung a leg in a kick when Norway landed beside him. Norway was sent falling to the ground with the force of the kick.
"There's something ya should always remember, China." Denmark cracked a grin at the Asian nation.
"What now, aru?" China asked exasperatedly.
"How many are in our group?" Denmark asked. China froze. What other country was a Viking? Eyes wide, China turned slowly on the spot. Sweden loomed over him, a serious and scary look on his face. He seized China by the upper arm and effortlessly swung him through the air and into the ground.
"Teacher!" a shout drew their attention. Hong Kong stood in the doorway watching with wide eyes, Mr. Puffin on his shoulder. Denmark and Norway straightened up, Denmark cracking the bones in his neck.
"Well, well, well, look what we've got here." He gave Hong Kong a feral grin. "We've been looking fer ya." Hong Kong tensed for a fight but China shouted at him from the ground.
"Hong Kong, run! Get help!" Hong Kong moved to run but Denmark tackled him, sending them both to the floor. Mr. Puffin was sent tumbling under the broken table.
"Hong Kong!" The young Asian nation struggled wildly in Denmark's grip.
"I'm sure someone would like ta see ya, Hong Kong." Denmark sat on Hong Kong's stomach, laughing at the nation's feeble strength compared to his own.
"What did you do to Iceland?" Hong Kong demanded. Panic was clear on his usually emotionless face. China struggled weakly against Sweden's hold on him.
"Ice is talking a nap is all, he's fine," Denmark said then looked at Norway. "Did ya bring the rope, Norge?" Norway frowned at him.
"I thought you were going to bring it," he said incredulously. Both nations looked at Sweden.
"Y'r fault," Sweden grunted. China laughed at the Vikings.
"You three are incompetent, aru!"
"Shut up!" Denmark glared at him and Norway sighed.
"Stay here." He wandered down a hall and returned minutes later with belts. "Use these." He handed them to his fellow Vikings.
"Leave teacher alone!" Hong Kong thrashed against Denmark but it was useless. Denmark and Sweden wrapped the belts around the Asian nations' wrists, ankles, and knees.
"Let's get going." Denmark hoisted Hong Kong over his shoulder and stood. "I want ta get home before the kiddies wake up." Sweden copied Denmark with China and they left the room. Hong Kong chanced a glance at the broken table where Mr. Puffin was hiding.
"Japan!" he mouthed at the bird. Mr. Puffin nodded and kept hidden form sight. He watched the Vikings leave with their captives. The last thing he heard was a shout form Denmark.
"I said I wasn't going ta ride another dragon!"
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Japan was the first to arrive at China's house, followed by Korea, Taiwan, Vietnam, and Macau. They stood in the doorway, shocked at the sight of the broken table and destroyed kitchen. How could China have allowed his kitchen to be destroyed?
"What happened?" Japan asked quietly.
"What did the bastard do this time?" Taiwan inspected the wok on the ground, annoyed. "Why did he even want to talk to us?" Korea ran past his sister, shouting.
"Aniki?" he disappeared down a hall. "Aniki, where are you, da-ze?" Vietnam and Macau stood in the doorway, looking around in wonder.
"Who's there?" a voice shouted. All of the nations in the room jumped in surprise as Mr. Puffin peeked out from under the broken table. Macau knelt beside the table.
"It's the rest of Asia," he said. "Aren't you Iceland's bird?"
"Yeah, I'm Iceland's puffin."
"Aniki isn't here, da-ze!" Korea ran back into the room sobbing. Japan knelt down beside Macau.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. He noticed Mr. Puffin's violent trembling with a frown. Something had obviously terrified the bird.
"I don't know if I can talk about it," Mr. Puffin said shakily. "I think I might faint." Japan placed a hand on his katana threateningly.
"What happened here?" he demanded softly. Mr. Puffin took one look at Japan and almost fainted, falling over.
"Japan!" Taiwan swept Mr. Puffin into her arms and cuddled him. "Be nice to him, he's scared." She turned to the trembling bird. "What happened here?" she asked gently.
"Well, I was coming here with that one who likes to hang out with Icey a lot, one of you." Macau thought for a moment.
"Hong Kong? We had tea with Iceland after the last meeting and then Hong Kong took him on a tour around his home."
"Yeah, anyway, we saw Sweden, Norway, and Denmark all here with China. Denmark and Norway were pretty beaten up; your brother must be a good fighter to take on those two at once. I'm getting off track! Sweden had just slam-dunked China." Mr. Puffin shivered at the thought.
"What happened next?" Taiwan asked fearfully.
"Well, China yelled at Hong Kong to run but Denmark tackled him before he could get away. That's how I got under the table. They tied the two up and left to go back to Denmark's house."
"What?" Taiwan dropped Mr. Puffin. "The bastard was captured?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Oh no!" Tears welled up in Vietnam's eyes. "What do we do?" she asked.
"Oof! What the hell is with you people and dropping me?" Mr. Puffin demanded. "I'm going to get a concussion, you know!" Japan ignored him, thinking.
"We need to call America-san. He will know what to do."
"Yeah, we've got a problem there," Mr. Puffin said.
"What, da-ze?" Korea asked.
"America and China are at Denmark's house. They can't escape. Iceland sent me to get help and that's why I was with Hong Kong." The nations were quiet for a moment.
"We're doomed, da-ze!" Korea wailed.
"Don't you people just call world meeting when problems like these come up?" Mr. Puffin asked.
"Hai, we were in Russia for our last world meeting so I will call him. It will be easier to get everyone back there." Japan withdrew a cellphone form his pocket and dialed Russia's number, waiting for him to answer.
"Privet," a woman's cool voice said. "This Agent Orlov speaking."
"Moshimoshi, this is Japan." The rest of the Asian nations and Mr. Puffin watched Japan nervously.
"Privet, Godspodin Japan, how may I help you today?"
"Is Russia-san aware of America-san and . . . his brother's absences?" Japan asked. Taiwan tried to grab the phone.
"Japan, we don't have time for that!" Japan held his sister back with a hand. Agent Orlov was silent for a moment.
"Da, he knows." Japan took a deep breath.
"Denmark-san, Norway-san, and Sweden-san just kidnapped China-san and Hong Kong-kun."
"What?" Japan heard a harsh voice asking a question he couldn't understand and Agent Orlov's answer. The agent returned to the phone. "I am sorry, Godspodin Japan, Godspodin Russia would like to speak with you." There was a moment of silence in which the phone was handed off and then Russia was speaking.
"Prvet," Russia sounded like he was trying to stay calm. "China and Hong Kong have been kidnapped?"
"Hai, they also have Iceland-san." Japan heard Russia speak to his agent in low tone before he returned to the phone.
"I will call everyone back for a world meeting," Russia said. "We need to stop this before it gets too far."
"Thank you, Russia-san."
"Da, it is not a problem. Come over immediately." Russia hung up and the dial tone sounded in Japan's ear. Japan closed the phone and turned to his siblings.
"We need to leave for Russia-san's house." His brothers and sisters nodded solemnly. They left the house in silence with Taiwan holding Mr. Puffin.
Conquer.
A/N: So, what really happened between the Native Americans and the Vikings? Well, the Vikings landed in Northern Canada and met the local Native Americans there. They got along great . . . until the Vikings gave them the gift of dairy products. The Native Americans at the time were lactose intolerant, so they got sick and thought the Vikings were trying to poison them. They drove the Vikings out of Canada and continued on with their lives . . . until everyone wanted to explore the New World.
Oh, and Leif Erikson tried to find Canada again after his father, Erik the Red, got lost trying to re-discover it. He failed and instead found Iceland and Greenland. He swapped the names (Iceland was actually very green and Greenland was covered in ice) so that everyone would want to go to Greenland, thinking it was a good place to live, and he could have Iceland all to himself. Smart thinking.