*Walks into the room slowly and hesitantly* H-hey you all... What's up? Yeah, it's been a while... Sorry 'o_o' Well, I had to re-do some math, and I got hit by lightning, as well as broke my laptop, and I just had my birthday, so I've been lazy... But I uploaded this, so it's okay, right? *w*
I'M SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I LOVE YOU ALL AND HAVE BEEN TRYING TO CATCH UP ON YOUR FICS AND YOU'RE ALL SUCH BETTER WRITERS AND I CAN'T BELIVE HOW MUCH OF A JERK I'VE BEEN AND I'M ALREADY HALFWAY DONE WITH NEXT CHAPTER SO-
Hong Kong: Would you please calm down...
I CAN'T I'M SO LAME AND DISSAPOINT WITH MYSELF BECAUS-
Hong Kong: Okay. I'll do the Disclaimer. Hopefully you will be better by the end of the story.
OKAY BUT WHAT IF-
Hong Kong: Ninja does not own anything, but should she be sorry? And should she not do it again? No, because she owns the plot and does what she wants. Now leave us alone and read the story. *Hugs Ninja to calm her down*
Hong Kong:*Ninja whispers something* Before we start, Ninja would like me to point out a few things that were confusing and should be cleared up: Yes, it is definitely strange that Indie is going on vacation after one day at work, but what you don't see, and what she hopes to include in later chapters, is that Indie does a lot of paperwork, scheduling and many other things for the countries every single day she's off. Another strange thing, Indie's parents don't know the secret. This is mostly due to the fact she hasn't told them yet and would maybe never because it's really supposed to be a just that: A secret, The one that they are countries, hence Indie only telling her two closest cohorts. (Thanks to Pheonix for bringing them up W) That is now it. Enjoy...
, Liukuri and Exciting Bison!
"Who's ready for some snow sports?!"...
I laughed at the obvious excitement in Denmark's voice, despite the fact he's probably gone snowboarding ten thousand times over. "Why not?" I shrugged and smiled.
After everyone finished breakfast, we all headed up to our rooms to force ourselves out of our pajamziez and get dressed in our snow gear. Quickly, I opened up my drawers and pulled out the necessary clothing: A thermal top and bottoms, flexible jeans, and a t-shirt, then grabbed my jacket and snow pants from the closet before jogging down the stairs, meeting up with Sam on the second level and heading down together with her. Upon arriving downstairs, we saw everybody in a similar attire, though mine and Sam's being perfectly opposite, her all in white and I all in black, where the Nordics each had jackets with their flags on them, Hanatamago with his own little jacket bearing a paw-print flag.
Sam and I both laughed amusedly. "Very cute~" I commented, gesturing at their jackets.
"Even moe, I dare say!" Sam added as Denmark struck a flashy pose, adding a pimp collar-pop for extra flair. The other Nordics were un-perturbed, though, and shrugging, grabbed the rest of their gear. Sam and I looked at each other and giggled giddily before grabbing our snowboards, swagged out to the max with otaku shnaz, of course, before following the others.
We all headed out into the snow and made our way towards the ski lift, where I walked just a little bit slower in hesitation. Sam noticed my loss in speed and looked back at me with sympathy, which caused the others to look too. "What is wrong?" Iceland asked gesturing to the gargantuan machine. "Do you not like the ski lift?" He asked calmly.
I laughed with light embarrassment and rubbed the back of my head. "Maybe just a little." I admitted. "I just don't trust mechanical things: planes, cars, trains, commercial boats, robots, but I'll get over it, I guess." I shrugged and inched closer to the death monster, just waiting for it to come alive and vaporize me.
Iceland smiled and took a step forward. "If you want, I-" I saw him come up only a bit before Denmark jumped in front of him, causing the younger of the two to just roll his eyes smack Denmark's head, who ignored it entirely.
"No worries, Princess! The king of all Northern Europe is here to protect you!" Denmark announced and put his arm around me, dragging me onto the evil top-of-the-mountain transportation portal.
I squeaked as he strapped me in, and closed my eyes childishly as we began to move, one of the few on-hand staff having turned on the floaty chairs that announced my downfall, while Denmark laughed at me like I was the funniest comedian in the world. "You're fine, Indie! Calm down!" He nudged me, causing the levitating seat to wobble and scare the crap out of me.
I pouted and turned away. "I know, I'm just irrational, kay?" I said shyly. Denmark looked at me, back up to the massive mountain, and back to me once more before smiling goofily.
"Hey, there's still a pretty long way up the big scary mountain," The blond pointed out slyly."So how would you like me to do something to keep your mind off of it?" He asked. I looked at him and shrugged.
"Why not?" I replied before he leaned in close and-
00000000000000000-I ARE TIEM SCIP. HEER MEH ROR-000000000000000000000
Denmark and I sat on the ground at the top of the snowy mountain for an absurd amount of time before the others got there, Sweden and Finland on one cart, Norway, Iceland and my sister, who also looked afraid for her life, on another. "Ah! Ikke dem alle sammen! "(Ah! There you all are!) Denmark exclaimed as the two groups stepped off of their seats.
"Hvad var du så læng?"(What took you so long?) I asked, stopping all but Denmark and I in their tracks. "What?"
"Why did you just speak the Dane's language?" Norway asked suspiciously. I grinned and went to stand up as Denmark took my hand and pulled me up instead.
"Well, Denmark was trying to distract me on the way up, so he decided to start teaching me a language I didn't yet know!" I resolved happily. "We also had plenty of time because you guys took forever- Hey, why /did/ you guys take forever?" I inquired, turning towards my sister. Sam walked up to me to answer, well, hopped considering one of her feet was snapped into her board.
"Well," Sam started, making me feel as though this was going to be a really stupid story, "Norway here thought it would be an awesome idea to just go ahead and talk to the staff about weather concerns that he predicted or something weird like that, but ended up scaring the crap out of the operator dudes instead by being so emo and dark. So, Finland and I ended up having to spend about fifteen minutes consoling the poor guys before we could even start making our way up here." She finished, glaring at Norway, who looked back at her steadily.
"My Troll predicted it, not me." Norway said cryptically. Sam shrugged.
"Whatever." She said in that adorably rude fashion of hers, which was weird considering she was only rude with her family. Oh well! Rolling my eyes at the two, I began making my way over to a tree to balance myself while I clicked my second foot into my board, Sam, Denmark and Sweden following behind me, though all choosing a tree of their own. At this, I decided it a good a idea to see exactly what modes of transportation everyone had chosen. Sam, Denmark, Sweden and myself I had already affirmed are snowboarding, it seems as though the brothers, Norway and Iceland, are skiing, and it looks like Finland and Hanatamago are going to-
Sled.
On a sled.
Like, a toboggan.
What.
After snapping myself in, I positioned my right foot forward, considering I preferred to be goofy-footed, but leaned back and didn't dare push myself off before asking Finland what he was doing. "Hey, um, Finny," I called to the supposed Santa Claus, who perked up at the nickname. "What are you riding?" I asked casually, not wanting it to seem as though I was judging him.
"Oh, why this is a liukuri!"(Dat's a Toboggan (OWO) He explained happily as he strapped his puppy in. "I always ride it on these hills! It's so speedy and comfy and nice!" The Fin elaborated, practically switching into fanboy mode.
I nodded in false understanding. "Oh, okay, I thought so, just checking!" I lied before turning towards the hill and letting gravity do it's thing.
I soared through the stimulatingly cold snow, allowing it to fly harshly against my already flushed face if it deemed that appropriate, or even letting it turn my board around at unforeseen points on the mountain, the kind that made my heart skip a beat at the sudden shift in my position. Whatever the soft ice felt like doing at the time, I let the snow do just that, as though we were partners in a dangerous and rushed dance, though one that breathed easily and flowed without hesitation on a seemingly endless dance floor. Shockingly green trees flew by me quickly, as though they were spectators who were allotted merely seconds to congratulate me and my partner on our performance.(I have no clue what I'm on when I write weird stuff like that XD)
All these feelings I felt in only seconds before I was yelled at from behind, shocking me out of my whimsical and, quite frankly, absurd reverie.
"LOOK OUT!" A voice shouted, with an high little "Woof woof!" right after. Immediately I shifted my board to cut to the right sharply, nearly falling entirely out of balance in the process. Now only cruising, I looked to my left to see who had screamed the warning. First I saw my sister, her always being the first I'll pick out anywhere, who was in front of Norway, but behind Denmark and Iceland, who fell just short of being next to the ridiculously skilled Sweden, who was a good ways behind-
Finland.
Yes, Finland, racing down the mountain at an alarming speed and nearly knocking me straight out of my tightly fastened boots as he barely skimmed my board.
With his "liukuri".
Luckily, I recovered pretty well and regained my center enough to not run into a tree, which actually disappointed me quite a bit considering I've never done it before, but it's probably better in the long run. After a little recalibration, I finished making my way down the mountain and hopped back on the murder lift to repeat the process for hours until a huge, ridiculous blizzard rolled itself on in. "Hm. Guess Malstrøm's predictions were spot on. Like always." Norway stated in a tone resembling smugness. "We should head inside. The blizzard will build quickly and freeze us all." Sweden shrugged and threw his wifey over one shoulder, trudging through the snow to get him back to the lodge, the rest of us soon following, just not too close.
"Confound it all! Such waste!" I exclaimed after coming inside. "I wished to exert myself recreationally in a specified manner and controlled environment for an extended amount of mentally perceived 'time' measurement, verily still!" I complained as I stole a seat in what I believe to be the comfiest chair in the den. "What fallacy intrudes my senses to feign elatedness?"
Sweden looked at me as though I were crazy. "What." He asked confusedly, like I just uttered a sentence to rule all sentences and he must know the meaning of it to achieve true enlightenment.
"Darn! That sucks! I wanted to board for longer! Who bs'd me into thinking that would be fun?" Sam translated. I smiled at her for the help. Sweden shrugged and sat in his own chair, probably not really wanting to know what just happened enough to reiterate his question.
Iceland walked back into the room then, no longer wearing the cushy snow gear, but holding a plate of cookies. "Cookies, anyone? Finland just made them." He said offering the tray to us.
"Finland just made them in forty-five seconds?" I asked coyly, though still grabbed myself a cookie. Iceland just shrugged and sat down, snatching a cookie and putting licorice on top before taking a bite from it.
"Oh, hay," I pointed to the land of ice with my cookie. "Where's senõr puffin?" I asked, having finally noticed a severe lack of avian beings. "Wasn't he here just yestermorrow?"
Iceland grimaced. "I knew he would be annoying again so I locked him in my room, today." He explained calmly, albeit with annoyance. I nodded in approval. He was pretty annoying.
"So whadda we do, now?" Sam asked from where she lounged on a couch, her cookie sitting precariously on her chest. "How are we gonna kill the time?" Just then, DenNor walked in.
"Alright, kids!" Denmark started loudly. "Since Norway's lame as-" Norway smacked the back of his head before he could finish his offensive word.
"No cursing. Plus it wasn't my fault."
"Ah, yeah, sorry." Denmark rubbed his head in both pain and embarrassment before moving on. "Anyway, Lük said that the lame storm will probably last for the next few days, which sucks, but we thought it might happen, so we brought..." He looked around at all of us a few seconds. "THIS!" He announced, holding up a huge, stuffed, neon blue, fluffy beast thing.
I stared at the intriguing creature intensely, half expecting it to come alive and disco pogo with me. "Is that a... Rave yak?" I asked in support of my theory. Denmark laughed with amusement as he sat the four foot tall animal down in the middle of the living space.
"Of course not! That is ridiculous! It's a party buffalo!" Denmark sat obviously.
"Party buffalo." Sam stated for confirmation as the other Nordics actually seemed... Excited. Like, even Sweden looked like he was itching to get his hands on the thing. "Like, a buffalo, but for parties."
"Yep!" Finland confirmed, popping up from his seat. "It is for storing games and other joyous amusement items!" He said happily, skipping over to pet the party holding mammal. "We like to keep it around to chase away the boredom bugs!"
Sam and I looked at each other and shrugged. "Why not?" I said.
"Could be awesome." Sam added.
Denmark brightened at our words of affirmation. "Alrighty, then! we will play the first game that I pull out!" he announced happily before unzipping the buffalo's snout and pulling out a greenish board game box. "Alright! it is Clue!" he announced happily. Which is a good thing that happened to be mine and Sam's favorite game in the entire world.
So, we all played Clue. Well, kinda. You see, because there are only six players, Mustard, White, Peacock, Scarlet, Plum and Green, one person had to sit out, who ended up being Denmark, which was totally okay with him cuz he found /other/ ways to interact. "Yaaaaa! Peacock has accused Green! In the conservatory! With the lead pipe! Whatcha going to do?!" Were the kinds of things he would shout whenever someone made an accusation, just to keep it interesting, which it did.
"Pipe down!" Iceland screamed once.
"No! Bad Mr. Green! You are not to be breaking the fourth wall by talking to the narrator!" Denmark had scolded him in a very serious tone. Iceland looked towards the audience.
"Like we haven't done it before." He said as he blew a kiss to each reader, including writer-chan, who almost fainted.
After our game of clue, I decided to play Magic: The Gathering with Norway, who was able to show me his creatures so we could use them to make the game more interesting. Of course, the rest of the Nordics and my sister all just watched, confused as to why I was so hyped about a mere card game, which I totally ignored because having a real life Primeval Titan in front of me was pretty freaking cool. And scary.
And thus, the night ended, with the rest of the week passing in a similar matter, considering we were legit snowed in and nothin better to do than play whatever Buffalo-san thought was fun that day. Like Twister. But that's a different story for a different time.
"Aw, I will be missing you!" Finland whined as he hugged Sam and I on our last day. "You have to promise to come back!" He demanded. I laughed.
"Of course, Finny!" I confirmed, using the name Finland told me he wanted me to use from now on.
"Count on it." Sam added. He smiled and stepped back.
I looked to the side to see that Sam had walked over to Sweden and that they were both looking at each other oddly, a static passing between the two that I couldn't read. But in the end, they shook hands in a way of comradery, one that nearly made me weep intensely for the brotherly joy of two incredibly intimidating individuals who wanted nothing more than to shake hands and simply be happy with life.
I walked over and offered my own goodbye the viking before being tapped on the shoulder from behind. I flipped around in time to be engulfed in a hug by... Malstrøm? The giant floaty troll practically crushed me with the powerful embrace. "Um... Ow?" I muttered out in an attempt to alert the magical being to the lack of oxygen making it's way into my lungs, though I don't think it worked.
"Hey, knock it off." Norway told the familiar. Malstrøm grunted and backed off, petting my head to tell me he would miss me, considering I can't make heads or hearts of his muddled faerie-speak.
"I... What just happened?" Sam asked.
"We aren't sure." Sweden and Finland said at the same time.
Norway looked at me and nodded. "Take care. And don't let the Dane harass you on the flight back." Oh yeah! I forgot it was Denmark escorting us back! Huh, the things you don't care to notice ever.
"I won't!" I waved it off, letting out a laugh as Sam slipped up and wrapped both arms around my shoulders protectively.
"'Course not. I wouldn't let my little sister be harassed by a viking! Even if it does sound hardcore!" She promised. I laughed at her before noticing that there was someone missing.
"Where's Iceland?" I asked looking around. I saw Denmark and Norway share a look before the latter looked to me and shrugged.
"He slept in. But I'm sure if he were here he would say 'goodbye' and 'safe travels' or something like that." Norway said rather uncaringly. I frowned.
"Well that sucks. Oh well! Tell him I said goodbye for me, okay?" I requested.
"Of course." Norway nodded. I smiled and headed into the scary plane with my sister.
"Okay! Thanks for having us!" Sam thanked on her way in. "Call us up the next time the party buffalo needs new victims!" She laughed.
"Will do!" Denmark winked as he hopped in behind us. "Alright, let's go!" I heard him tell the pilot in Danish, immensely proud of myself that I could already discern that. "So," he started after walking back into the seating area. "Did you girls enjoy yourselves?" He asked us both.
"Yeah!" Sam confirmed. "Who doesn't like being snowed in with a bunch of country personifications of the opposite gender who make you play questionably childish games that come from a buffalo's snout?" She asked sardonically, making Denmark laugh.
"True! And how what about you, In-" He was about to ask my opinion before noticing I was asleep, well, not asleep, almost asleep, but they didn't know that. "Oh, okay!" The country laughed. "Sleep well, princess!" Was the last thing I heard before Julius the sleep sheep dragged me off to creamy-dreamy land.
Le sigh...
Hong Kong: Are you better now?
Yeah... I'm sorry I froke out on you all ;-; I won't do it again... Probably.
Anyway, thanks for sticking with me through all my lazy and I'm sorry that chapter was kind of, like, weird and stupid, but I really wanted to get something done which is hard when you're only writing on your iPod ;;_;; On the same subject, because that "Fireflies" ReaderXGermany fic was all on my computer, whose screen I cracked, it won't be uploaded until my dad can do something about fixing it ^_^; Sorry!
Also, notice how I put the translations in parentheses? Yeah, it's gonna be like that from now on ^_^
That's it for now because I don't want to blab long, but please review and tell me what to fix and that will be all for now! Okay tanks you all!
BYE 0w0 *Snuggles with Hongy*
