Germany had for some reason or another stepped out of the meeting room for a couple of meetings. The rest of the nations were acting like the adults they were and had continued the serious discussion of how they best could solve the world's most pressing problems.
Yes, I am joking.
As you might have already guessed, the distinguished nations of the world had had a discussion and failed to settle the matter, thus they resorted to primordial forms of discussion, mainly various styles of destructive violence.
There were of course those who did not participate in this anarchic riot. Those few calm nations stood on the outskirts of the fight, like stones in a raging river, who stands fast when the raging water throws itself up and crashes against them.
On the sidelines stood mostly those who did not wish to fight, those who were too scared and those who were not noticed. However, in the one corner sat three nations who appeared to not care at all. They just sat there, one bored, one indifferent and and one glaring, and watched the rest of the world make fools out of themselves.
To help you form a mental image of the situation I will describe the scene. They sat in a corner, behind a couple of tables that Sweden and Norway hastily had propped up against the walls as cover. Sweden sat in the corner, his back slumped and his hands locked around his knees. He had stuck a pair of earbuds in his ears and was probably listening to music. Iceland sat on Sweden's right hand side. He had crossed his legs and were leaning his elbows on his knees. One hand held a cup of coffee, the other supported his head as he glared at the noisy nations through the barricade. Norway sat on Sweden's other side, a mirror image of Iceland, except for the scowl.
The brothers caught a glimpse of Finland through the crowd just as he broke a vodka bottle over Romania's head, then France and England rolled past and they lost sight of him again. Iceland looked at Norway, his right eyebrow slightly raised.
What was that? Norway shrugged and rolled his eyes slightly.
I don't know. Probably Romania being an idiot. Iceland nodded slowly, then met his brother's eyes.
How are you? A little smile formed on Norway's face, Iceland answered with a nod and a tiny smile. They turned their attention back to the world brawl in time to watch Denmark hit Germany in the stomach. When did he return? Oh well, the damage was already done, and the German effortlessly threw the idiot over his head, and sent him crashing into the Neutral Nordic Corner where he slumped against the tables. Sweden glanced up, then went back to whatever he was doing on his phone, satisfied that the barricades held and oblivious to the West-Norse brothers' gestures.
Both of the brothers smiled at the Danish curses, and the smiles became grins and suppressed laughter when Norway tapped two fingers to his temple and rolled his eyes.
They sat together, immobile, as the world raged before them. Whoever needed to pay cinema and theatre tickets when they could watch the world for free? Of course, if someone paid they would gladly go. Maybe with the exception of certain nations whose aggravating incapability of sitting still for more than ten seconds often disturbed others in the audience and caused them to be removed from the audience. It had happened to both of them more times than they would like to remember.
It was like watching an action movie, if all the action had been confined to one room.
But even this, Iceland mimed, has more of a plot-line than some of America's action-movies. Norway nodded in agreement and offered his thermos. They refilled their cups and continued watching as the meeting slowly came to an end, wordlessly commenting the fight.
After the meeting
"Did they talk?" Finland asked. Sweden stared at the road, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"No."
"I really wish they would sort out their feelings and become friends again, they used to be so close. Do you remember that Sweden? When little Iceland wouldn't go anywhere without Norway? They even had to share a room."
"Hm-m."
"Why won't they speak to each other? Nothing good ever comes from this."
"M-hm."
"Sweden, should we try force them to become friends again?"
"Dunno."
"They can't even be in the same room without teasing each other, they just argue all the time…" Finland sighed and looked out the car window, wondering whether it would do more good or harm to lock them up in a room for a week or so.
Sweden dropped Finland off at his Helsinki apartment and took the ferry over to Sweden.
Denmark spent a week at his own home waiting for his broken bones to heal.
Iceland and Norway ended up spending the weekend together at Iceland's house in Reykjavik. They never said a word to each other.
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I updated. I guess you noticed, few people ever skip the whole story to read the author's not at the end.
I wanted to write fanfiction about Iceland and Norway's brotherly relationship. I did not believe it would be that hard, I could just base it of my own relationship with my siblings. Only, we don't talk. So I decided that they hadn't spoken about what happened in 1814, and that is the big thing between them. Neither of them wants to bring it up, nor do they talk about anything that could possibly lead to it, which means that most historical topics are banned. They can not discuss culture either, as they are both closely related to Denmark and they were shaped by the Kalmar Union.
No past, no culture and politics are work. What remains would be literature (that does not relate to the banned topics) and movies (see earlier parenthesis). Whenever they get close to these subjects they will retreat behind a wall of teasing and arguing, however, they get along with each other perfectly as long as they are not trying to carry a conversation. Not that they need it, they are comfortable in the silence and know each other well enough that they don't need words to communicate. Few anthropomorphic nations know each other better and get along more than Iceland and Norway, they have more than a thousand years of history together, and they have never been at war, which is quite a feat when you think about it.
Cultural lesson:
Norway is quiet. You do not yell, laugh loudly or cry out in public. It is also bad manners to play loud music in a public place or honk your horn when driving.
No translations today.
News about my schoolwork… I got 98/100 at an English essay. I should be finished with American History by Tuesday and Physical Science sometime next week. That is all good now, probably, and I will try to update someday next week.
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