Saw a picture of done on Google (deviant art) that showed a Viking Norway. Inspired this really strange piece.
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If America's day had started out badly, it only got worse.
England, who once again was the cause of all this -it was totally not her fault-, had decided to have a pissy fit because America poked a bit of fun at the fact he was no longer his intimidating self. From his pirate days. Now he was about as menacing as a basket full of kittens and fluffy pillows.
Not together, of course, then that might smother the kittens.
Well, apparently, he had taken that poorly. Whenever England took something poorly, it all came down to his handy dandy magic.
Also, coughing 'Harry Potter' really loudly had, in fact, not helped the situation any. As luck would have it, England only then grew enraged and started his strange muttering in what America was vaguely certain was a made up language. Because nothing had like eighteen consonants and eight vowels in the same word. Which had done nothing to impress America as she had, perhaps not wisely, started laughing at how silly he looked.
Who the hell started waving a freaking star wand around while wearing an expensive suit? She could not suppress her mirth, and unfortunately, England had then become furious and tried to attack her with said magical mumbo-jumbo. Only, America wasn't one to sit back and let someone take a swipe at her. So, she had done what any sane nation would have done.
She blocked his attack. With a snarl on her lips and a look of fury in her Blue eyes that made Texas seem all the more intimidating. England stared at her agape. Sheer disbelief was etched on his features as if they were made from flesh colored stone.
"What the hell ya think you're doing?" She hissed at the Island nation.
"-eious" He replied, the last of his strange words ended, and America could only blink at the room erupted in a blaze of golden-green light.
The world meeting then tumbled into chaos. Whatever England had done, it had not effected America, its intended target, but the person across the room and behind her.
Norway.
Who stood, wrapped in fur skins and with a look of controlled rage in his gaze.
America looked behind her at the gasps that ranged from shock to sheer horror. She noted that Sweden had bolted from his chair and was already pushing the other Nordics behind his back. Denmark was searching frantically for something and shouting out what vaguely sounded like prayers.
Uh...
That did not seem good.
America whipped her head back around to a stupefied England. Her blue eyes narrowed.
"Okay, what the hell was that?"
The Island nation stiffened, and looked affronted. "I just wanted you to remember the time when you looked up to me."
"What?" She asked, in a tone the denoted her confusion.
"When you were younger." England said, with an angry flush to his cheeks. "And, you thought I was the most powerful nation in the world and..."
America's heart nearly melted at his words. Maybe she had been really hard on England as of a late. He was her big brother. She knew that. After her independence, things between them became strained for a very long time. The World Wars had helped repair the damage to their bond, because America had finally joined, seeking to protect her people and his. As well as the others.
"Oh Iggy," she said softly, looking at him with sisterly understanding. "Is that what this is all about?"
England glared at the door, as if the inanimate object was the cause of all his problems.
America gave a self deprecating smile in light of England's stony silence. Her hand lowered from his wand, and she watched as he put his arm down quickly. She glanced away and back to him.
"England," she said seriously. So much so, that his attention as drawn to her nearly instantly. "You're my brother. You always will be. Nothing will ever change that."
He flushed slightly, as he crossed his arms over his chest, still not quite mollified. America smiled softly, recalling some of the fond memories of her childhood.
"Brothers and sisters fight, sometimes. You know that. Just because we are different now, doesn't mean I ever stopped respecting you." The Star-spangled nation continued with a meaningful look into England's green eyes.
"We're family," She said honestly, "and I'll always be around when you need me. But, just because I'm teasing you doesn't mean I don't love you."
England grabbed her into a quick hug, overcome by her declaration. The one said with unflinching certainty and characteristic loudness that had the island nation chocking up over how she seemed to clear about their relationship. Sometimes England had wondered if she ever missed him after her independence. However, his pride was too large to let him ask her. America was always... such a stubborn child and she had kept that streak well into her adulthood.
"You bloody stupid... arse." England said, with as much affection as he could manage. "I love you too. You twit."
America smiled into his shoulder.
Their touching moment was ruined, quite thoroughly, by the shrill shrieking of Denmark as he tried to fend Norway off. The same Norway that was attempting to break the larger nation in half. The sibling nations pulled away from each other. Green and blue eyes watched the unfolding scene with some dismay.
"What the hell is wrong with him anyway?" America asked, as England grabbed his wand again.
"He's been cast back to a younger version of himself." The Island nation patiently explained... once more.
"Oh, right." America muttered as she adjusted her shirt and strode toward Norway. Norway who now seemed to possess much more muscle mass than he once had. HIs hair was also much longer than she was used to, and he'd braided it in certain key places. Maybe that meant something, maybe it didn't. America actually did not care at this moment. Right now, she was too focused on saving the Nordic nations from what looked like the 'Slender man' on steroids.
If 'Slender man' had hair, a face, and...
She shook her head and tried not to let her thoughts wander any more.
"Alright Iggy. I'll hold him down, you shoot him."
"Shoot him?!" England balked indignantly. "I don't use your guns."
The female nation speared England with a disparaging glance. "With your... magic. Hit him with your magic."
"Oh that."
'Oh that,' America mockingly mouthed when she was certain her brother could not see her. For a nation that touted its superiority, England did not seem to grasp the simple concepts. Such as the fact they would always be siblings, and just to help her take Hulk-Norway down for the count. She'd always thought him to be a spry thing, but now he actually seemed as if he would rival her.
Maybe.
He'd certainly hadn't been skipping out on eating his vegetables! Wait... that didn't make any sense. America shrugged and laid a single hand on Norway's shoulder, ready to drop him faster than a sack of potatoes. Her blue eyes narrowed behind Texas as the male nation spun around and made a move to strike her.
America quickly ducked under the blow, and brought her fists up to box him into submission if she had to. She stepped to the side a bit and delivered a vicious right hook to Norway's face, followed swiftly by a left jab. Norway barely even flinched under her onslaught.
Oh...
Oh shit.
That was entirely unexpected. She nearly danced back on the balls of her feet to get more distance between her and the target. Dull blue eyes watched her with a serious expression of nearly murderous rage.
'Fuckin' bitchin',' America thought with a slight edge of dismay to the expletive. Internally she was raising her concern up a notch. Externally she smiled widely. Partly to unnerve her opponent, and partly to calm the Nordics.
"It's okay dudes," she reassured in a measured tone. "I've got this."
Finland did not look convinced.
Iceland was shaking his head and closing his eyes, repeating a mantra America did not fully comprehend.
Norway released Denmark, who toppled to the floor in a graceless heap. He straightened his back, and squared his shoulders. America could hear a series of 'pops' as the male nation readjusted from her attack.
Oh no. This was turning out to be like some really messed up video. They were just getting to the part where the hero was about to get her ass handed to her by a mountain man.
"England?" America called out, trying to sound more confident than she truly was.
"Yes?"
"You ready?"
"Not quite."
Really?! The star-spangled nation nearly choked on nothing as she kept herself from swearing a blue streak.
"You think you could hurry that up?" Her voice broke on the last word, for Norway was stalking toward her. America jumped back quickly, swinging her leg outward to catch him at the ankles.
Norway skillfully managed to keep from losing his balance. America blanched, and swallowed quickly.
"What the hell are you dude?" She asked lowly.
Said nation did not respond. It was Denmark that piped up and gasped out the words from a fine line of crimson blood that pooled at the corner of his mouth.
"He's reverted to his Viking ways."
The female nation spared a glance toward Denmark, who was being helped up by Iceland. The normally care-free nation was grasping his arm tightly to his chest. Well, that looked bad. She gave a questioning look to Sweden. The stoic nation nodded in a serious manner.
"Great." America muttered. She darted forward, as she heard England begin his strange chanting again.
Harry Potter made this shit look so freaking cooler than it was... and easier.
Just as she threw another punch, Norway caught her arm. America let out a surprised yelp as he yanked her closer. His dull blue eyes raked over her face, lingering on her eyes and lips. She tried ot struggle free, but his grip was stronger than iron.
"Uh...," she started with a vague look of confusion. "How's your face?"
Norway did not reply, he was too busy staring down the rest of her.
"Dude. Don't even-"
Either he did not realize who America was, or more likely, Norway did not care in the slightest. For he lowered his lips to hers. America's eyes widened and Texas found itself slightly askew as he forced her to tilt her head. His tongue probed at her lips, seeking -demanding really- entrance.
"Remove your filthy hands from my sister!" England roared loudly, the chant of the spell lay broken under the rage of the Island nation.
Norway lifted his lips from America's, staring at England with a hard and deadly expression. He glanced from America to England. Once. Then twice. Something flickered across the dull blue depths. Recognition? Understanding? Realization that this was freaking embarrassing and weird?
Obviously none of the above. Norway kept America close to his chest. That was fine. Her knees felt a bit weak, because wow... Norway could kiss. She nearly said a prayer to the sweet lord to ignore the wicked thoughts she was having. She was unaware that Norway was untying a fur on his waist.
If she had known, she would have struggled more.
Definitely.
Probably.
...Maybe?
A soft rabbit pelt was thrown with a great deal of force, toward England. Out of reflex, the irate nation caught the pelt, only to keep his gaze locked with Norway. The silent battle of wills continued for a few moments, until Norway nodded silently. He reached around and threw America over his shoulder. She came to life then, hollering and beating Norway's back.
England tried to fire a spell at the regressed nation, but it missed its mark in England's flustered state.
The Viking was unperturbed.
Sweden fainted at the sight, as Denmark tried not to bleed over everything.
"Put me down you horse's ass!" America screamed, as she was carried out the door. No nation moved to stop the hulking Norway.
Silence followed in the wake of the dramatic display. No one dared to cough, nor did the crickets outside the window dare chirp. Until, at last, the tiny frightened noise Finland made, interrupted the suffocating quiet.
Finland blinked at England. His mouth was agape in sheer horror, and his normally cheerful face was ashen.
"Do you realize what you have done?" He asked, with his accent thickened by the recent display.
The Island nation mutely shook his head, still clearly flummoxed.
"You just sold America to Norway."
"What?!" He asked with a shout, shaken to the core and slightly sickened.
Iceland patted Finland on the shoulder, as the nation stood up to try and explain the situation.
"It was the old way. To buy a wife. He just paid you a bride price for her. You gave America up for a single pelt of rabbit fur."
England swayed on his feet, looking positively ill.
"What... what will he do to her?"
Finland leveled a glare at him.
"You turned him to his younger self, who had never seen a female nation before. What do you think he wants to do with her?!"
The rabbit pelt fell to the floor.
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LOCATION: Some unknown amount of distance away.
Meredith Pert was irritated beyond belief.
All she wanted to do was get a good night's sleep, but instead she was stuck in this modest hotel. That part was not so terrible. However, she was in the room next to a young couple that were going at it like rabbits!
It wasn't so bad that the man was saying things in some sort of weird language. Meredith didn't know what it was, but it sounded a little like Yiddish. Or... maybe some sort of Italian? Whatever it was, it was not English.
No, the woman was the one making loud shouts in English.
That left only two reasons. One... they were going at it like the afore mentioned rabbits. Or two... they were fighting, but agreeing with each other a lot.
The creaking of the box springs made the second option unlikely.
Meredith settled for covering her head with two pillows, and putting in her travel ear plugs.