Admit One
Title: Admit One
Characters: Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway, Sealand, Sweden
At the top of their lungs, people screamed from all around him. It was almost deafening but he could make out the gunshots. They were mostly short, loud cracks like that from a pistol but he could hear the excited machine gun being fired. People were running, trying to find a place to go but he could clearly see the stationary child, standing alone in the animated crowds and crying for her lost parents. From the corner of his eye, he could see the little white vehicle with the red cross that drove by and the emergency worker who held the bleeding leg of a red-faced woman.
Norway didn’t like carnivals; they were too much like battlefields with the only difference being that many entered this chaotic place at their own free will.
He observed the crowds, sitting on the faded blue bench. He would have preferred a quiet dinner with very exclusive guests but… He stared at the worn carnival tickets in his hand.
It was Sealand’s idea. When he heard the Norwegian did not want a party and instead, preferred a dinner the energetic micro-nation voiced his instant disapproval. Dinners were so lame and who didn’t want a birthday party so they could receive presents? Norway did not feel the need to explain himself (or maybe he was unable to), but there was no need, Finland gave a vague but effective explanation as to why and coupled with Sverige’s grunted rejection of throwing a surprise party, Sealand came up with a brilliant idea. They would go to a fair and Finland and Sverige were unable to restrict their adoptive son twice in one day.
Initially, Norway had rejected the invitation, even when presented with the information that Sverige had purchased all of the admittance tickets already but the good-natured Finn was able to coax him into accepting. I know it isn’t what you wanted but its only for an hour or two…
Behind him, he could hear the mini rollercoaster racing down its rickety track. The course swayed and shook but was some how able to meet safety regulations and was deemed safe for children and their parents to ride on. He could hear the ride slowing down…
“We should try the real one now!” A young boy’s voice exclaimed as the harness popped up with a rigid clank.
“I don’t mind, what about you, Sverige?”
The Norwegian could not hear the response that followed but he could practically imagine a careless grunt of approval. Or maybe not because a third, boisterous sort of voice exclaimed, “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights, Sverige!”
Yes, he was here, he thought bitterly and opened the small, white box that was also in his hands. Inside, the Swedish-made watch read a quarter until four that meant that in a few moments an hour would have passed. He would thank Finland, Sverige, and Sealand for inviting him, bid farewell, and- he gave a sideways glance towards the white haired nation that sat beside him, picking at pieces of a funnel cake-- take Island with him because like hell he was going to leave Island with Danmark. He groaned, waiting for the minutes to tick by.
“You should enjoy yourself, Noregur.” Came the somewhat monotonous response from Iceland. Like Norway, he too, was playing with his hands only instead; he played with a stuffed penguin doll. “Even if you would rather be somewhere else, you should enjoy your birthday.”
“How can I,” Norway inquired, “When he’s breathing my air?”
“He can’t help that.”
“He could stop breathing.”
“He would die.”
It was ridiculous to think of, but for some reason, Norway suspected it would take more then that to kill the arrogant nation. “…Are you enjoying yourself, Island?” He asked, changing the subject.
Now playing with a pig plush, Iceland shrugged. “It’s good not having to worry about things for a change.” He confessed.
“You didn’t want to come either.”
“You don’t ride rides, the least I can do is give you company,” Iceland replied. “After all, I couldn’t afford anything fancy.” And then he waited for the usual objection. ‘You didn’t have to get anything, Island!’ He waited and pretended to ignore this like he had done every time before. Even if he didn’t have to do these things, it didn’t mean he didn’t want to.
“C’mon, lets go ride the roller coaster!” Sealand exclaimed in the background, digging through his pockets to get his ticket ready for the next ride. He dug through one pocket… then the other… and his back pocket… he even checked under his hat.
“What’s wrong, Sealand?” Finland asked anxiously from between an agitated Sweden and a Denmark who was constantly trying to press his luck with the spectacled nation.
Sticking his hand into his hat one more time, the (definitely real) nation frowned, “I used up all of my tickets already.”
Instantly, both Sweden and Finland reached into their pockets, appearing to forget about the Danish man beside them. “Oh…” Finland mumbled, his cheerful (but still stressed) expression falling.
“’s somethin’ th’ma’er?”
Not one to cry over spilled milk, the Finn smiled, “It looks like… I used up all of my tickets…”
“Already?” Denmark exclaimed, forgetting his taunting of Sweden (bah, he wasn’t fun anyways). “But all you did was play…” The Dane’s expression faltered as he came to the realization, “… shooting games.”
“Fin-mama is the best shooter in the world!” Sealand announced, “Look at all the prizes he won for Norway’s birthday!” he motioned his hand in the direction of Norway and Iceland who sat on the bench with a pile of stuffed animals of various sizes on the ground and bench.
“W-well, I wasn’t sure what to get Norja for his birthday…”
“So you got everything.” Iceland finished, now toying with an animal he suspected to be a rejected narwhale as it was clearly a fish with fins but without a tail but there was simply no ignoring the limp horn in the center of its head.
In response, Finland could only laugh weakly.
“You can have mine, Finnland,” Iceland offered, holding up his tickets.
“No, use mine,” Norway interjected, placing a hand on Iceland’s and forcing it down. Turning to Iceland he smiled softly, “You should enjoy some of the rides yourself, Island.”
“No.” Sweden objected clearly.
“Its your birthday,” Finland frowned.
Sealand was the only one who didn’t seem to mind this, “Really?!”
Holding out his tickets as if it were some sort of peace offering, the Norwegian nodded his head, “I won’t be using any of them anyways.”
The young nation reached forward to take the tickets when a third hand reached down and snatched them away, “Hey!” He complained, looking up at the nation who rivaled his Su-papa in height.
“These,” Denmark referred to the tickets by waving them in front of Norway’s not amused face, “Belong to Norge.”
There he went, taking his things like he was still a child, “Danmark…” He growled.
“You can take mine kiddo,” Demark laughed, tossing Sealand a wad of unused tickets with his free hand.
“But he said I could have his!”
” Unrolling the mass of tickets, the Dane ran his fingers along the paper before stopping near the end, tearing at the fold and giving them to the miffed micro nation. “Then you can have some.” Turning his back to the child, he focused his attention on a not amused Norwegian. Taking Norway’s hand into his own, he forced the smaller nation to take the remaining tickets into his hand and grinned, “Norge isn’t going anywhere until he rides something.” And the Dane leaned closer so that he was at his ear now, “One for you,” He whispered and Norway could feel a slight tug in his hand, followed by the sound of ripping paper “And one for me.”
[Part II]
He was going to punch him. He was going to punch him. He was going to punch him in that smug face of his and-yeah, he was going to punch him! Norway clenched his hand into a fist and began to pull back and… Get back here, you damned Dane--!
There was a soft chuckle and Denmark pulled away, swerving on his heels and making his escape from the Norway’s reach. “Let’s go for a ride everyone!” He announced.
“I’m not riding anything!” Norway snapped, jumping up from his seat.
“You haven’t been on a single ride,” Frowned the Dane, pretending to be hurt by Norway’s decision.
“It isn’t too bad, you only have one ticket, Norja,” Iceland pointed out. Norway couldn’t believe that Island was siding with Danmark! “You can only go on one ride.”
“Then we should make it count,” Finland concluded. Beside him, Sweden grunted in agreement, nodding his head almost sagely in response.
“The roller coaster!” Sealand yelled, “I’ll share my tickets with you, Fin-mama! And you too, Iceland!”
“Nor’ sho’ld choose.”
Of all the people present, it was Sweden that took his side-Sweden-and he wasn’t doing a very effective job at it. Norway opened his mouth to object to everything, to say his good byes and good riddance’s and be gone from this place. He fell silent, catching the smug glint in Denmark’s eye. The bastard thought he was being cunning.
Going away… would be admitting defeat. Defying him would mean losing to him.
“What’s wrong, Norge, can’t decide?” Denmark teased, “You don’t look like the type that likes fast rides so how about the Tunnel of Lo---“
“The roller coaster.” Norway decided coldly. His fists were clenched, especially his right hand which wrapped around the cursed ticket. The damned Dane thought he was cunning but he wasn’t going to let him win, especially on his birthday.
Denmark’s face clearly read that he was shocked. “The roller coaster? Really?”
“Then let’s go, Danmark.” He scoffed, leading the way. Iceland and Sealand were quick to follow but Finland and Sweden stayed back, picking up the collection of Finnish-won dolls.
“Go wit’ Sealan’.”
“But what about--?”
“’Can gettit.’
“Are you sure you have everything?” Finland asked his friend.
“Y’ah.”
Frowning, the nation shook his head, replacing it with a gentle smile. There was no arguing with Sweden once he decided something. “Fine,” He admitted defeat and went to follow the trio.
With an arm full of stuffed animals, Sweden walked towards Denmark, “Somethin’ th’ ma’er, Danmar’?”
The Dane stared blankly out into the crowds. His eyes were focused on the last place he had seen Norway before the solemn nation disappeared into the crowds of people. “No…” Denmark replied distantly. He realized how he sounded and he quickly snapped back to his old self, “No! Of course not!”
“Yer not ‘fraid o’ heights?”
“Hahah, very funny, Sverige!” Denmark laughed, clapping a hand against Sweden’s back, perhaps with a force that caused several (or more) stuffed animals to fall onto the ground. “I didn’t know you had a sense of humor.” He teased and ran off to catch up with the others.
… Leaving Sweden alone to figure out how he would pick up the animals without dropping everything else.
“What do you mean I can’t ride?!” Sealand complained.
“You’re too short,” Iceland replied flatly, not caring that this was the answer Sealand didn’t want.
“Am not!” Sealand retorted.
“I’m sorry, Sealand but you don’t reach the height requirement…” Finland explained.
“I bet this is all part of jerk UK’s plan to keep me down!” He folded his arms, trying to find blame in something else. “He can’t stop the Great Sealand Empire!”
He wasn’t going to admit it but Norway felt bad for Sweden’s kid. He looked through the crowds around him and failing to see the two least favored members of the party… “If it’s just the four of us, we can ride the Ferris wheel.”
“What’s that?” Sealand asked, looking up at Norway’s suggestion. It was Norway’s last ticket so Norway would get to choose the ride. Those were the conditions and… he wasn’t going to be too upset.
“It’s a ride,” Iceland explained for Norway, “… It goes high.” And at the last words, Sealand cheered up.
“Then let’s go!” Declared the little nation, “Come on!”
Finland looked around and frowned. “Shouldn’t we wait for-”
“No.” Norway replied quickly and Finland could only smile and laugh. It was Norway’s birthday, whatever he wanted… Sorry, Sweden.
The Ferris wheel wasn’t too far from the roller coaster. The two made the short walk and waited in line. The entire time, Sealand asked questions. Did it go fast? Did it drop? Would you go upside down? Finland did his best to answer without upsetting his adopted son. No, no… ah, no… But he would like it, he promised.
Their turn finally came up. Sealand was the first to dash towards the seat, causing the two-person seat to sway. Finland followed, presenting the two tickets before following. The conductor pulled a lever and the wheel rotated, allowing the next two passengers to get on board.
Iceland stepped aside, allowing the guest of honor to go first. Norway paid his ticket, slid to the end, making sure he provided plenty of room for Iceland. Iceland offered the conductor his ticket and was about to step forward when a man pushed by him, knocking him backwards into the conductor who pulled the lever and began to set the cart in motion.
“Island!” Norway gasped, beginning to rise but someone sat next to him, conveniently blocking the way. Seeing who it was, he glared. He was going to punch him. He was really, really going to, “DANMARK!”
Leaning over the edge of the seat, Danmark hooted down at Iceland, “Sorry, but thanks for holding my seat!” He teased, pulling the safety bar towards him and Norway, securing the two of them in place.
“Get off, Danmark!” Norway yelled, trying to get as far away from Danmark as possible. Oh, god, they were so close!
Denmark looked down. They were already one fourth of the way up… “I’d die.” He replied simply.
“Good.”
He tossed his head back and laughed heartily, “You don’t mean that, Norge.”
“I do!” Growled the Norwegian, clenching his hand into a fist and aiming for that damned smile.
Denmark caught the fist, holding it tightly in his own and pulling his fellow passenger closer. “I didn’t get you anything for your birthday.” He confessed and Norway could tell he was teasing because the entire time, the taller nation kept grinning like he had had one too many of his own beers.
“Why would I want anything form you?”
The stronger nation’s hands moved from Norway’s hands to his arms. He was careful to not let go because he knew that Norway was stronger then he appeared and that his smaller size allowed him to move more freely about the small area they had to themselves. “People always want things on their birthday, Norge.”
“I don’t want anything from you.” Norway growled and with his now-hands, he manages to grab Denmark’s coat. He wasn’t able to do much but grab his coat and pretend that his hands were instead, around Denmark’s neck. Furiously, he twisted the fabric.
His other hand is moving around Norway’s waist now, “Relax,” Denmark insisted playfully, “I’m not going to do anything to you on your birthday.” He brings his face closer so that he can get a better look at that spark in Norway’s eyes; the angry one that betrayed his quiet and soft appearance.
He could feel him breathing on him. Norway inhaled sharply but was unable to catch any air. Damnit, Danmark, stop breathing my air! He thinks, “Let go of me.” Norway hisses, looking into Denmark’s playful eyes. It agitated him that he found this so funny. What bothered him more was that, by judging from the scent of his breath, he was completely sober.
There it was. That defiant, angry spark. “You’ll kill me.”
“Get away from me.” He pushes back on the Dane, trying to imagine him throwing him off the Ferris wheel and onto the ground below.
“And you’d let me get away after this?” Denmark replies, “Wouldn’t you chase me to get back at me?”
Yes, he would chase him and once he caught up with him, he was going to break every one of Denmark’s’ teeth so he couldn’t smile anymore. … But admitting to this would have been letting Denmark win. He thought he was so cunning but all he was was a bastard.
Denmark knows this and turns his head at an angle. Now, Norway can feel him breathing too close to his neck. “You’ve been trying to find way to get rid of me and ways to keep me away,” Denmark explains, barely above a whisper, “We’ve known each other for centuries,” The hand he on Norway’s arm moves higher and higher, it brushes against the Norwegian’s face, “And you haven’t found a way yet?” He laughs again. “Is there a reason?” He asks, running his fingers through Norway’s hair. “Or are you just not trying hard enough?”
From the corner of his eye, Norway can see that the Ferris Wheel is ending its cycle. As quickly as it started, Denmark pulls back and casually leans against the back of his seat. Norway continues to hold his breath. No, he refused to breathe the same air as that fool.
He can see Iceland’s face coming into view. He looks like he was expecting something to happen.
The conductor lifts the harness.
Beyond the crowd, he can see Finland taking the stuffed animals from Sweden while the spectacled Scandinavian lifts up his English son.
“Excuse me,” A voice interrupts and Norway sees the conductor waiting impatiently for the two to get off. “Are the two of you getting off or not?”
Before he can answer, Denmark pulls a red ticket from his pocket.
“What do you say, Norge?” He asks, “Wanna go for another ride?”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND CONGRATULATIONS, NORWAY!
I apologize for any brain cells that may have died in the reading of this fic.
Characters: Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway, Sealand, Sweden
At the top of their lungs, people screamed from all around him. It was almost deafening but he could make out the gunshots. They were mostly short, loud cracks like that from a pistol but he could hear the excited machine gun being fired. People were running, trying to find a place to go but he could clearly see the stationary child, standing alone in the animated crowds and crying for her lost parents. From the corner of his eye, he could see the little white vehicle with the red cross that drove by and the emergency worker who held the bleeding leg of a red-faced woman.
Norway didn’t like carnivals; they were too much like battlefields with the only difference being that many entered this chaotic place at their own free will.
He observed the crowds, sitting on the faded blue bench. He would have preferred a quiet dinner with very exclusive guests but… He stared at the worn carnival tickets in his hand.
It was Sealand’s idea. When he heard the Norwegian did not want a party and instead, preferred a dinner the energetic micro-nation voiced his instant disapproval. Dinners were so lame and who didn’t want a birthday party so they could receive presents? Norway did not feel the need to explain himself (or maybe he was unable to), but there was no need, Finland gave a vague but effective explanation as to why and coupled with Sverige’s grunted rejection of throwing a surprise party, Sealand came up with a brilliant idea. They would go to a fair and Finland and Sverige were unable to restrict their adoptive son twice in one day.
Initially, Norway had rejected the invitation, even when presented with the information that Sverige had purchased all of the admittance tickets already but the good-natured Finn was able to coax him into accepting. I know it isn’t what you wanted but its only for an hour or two…
Behind him, he could hear the mini rollercoaster racing down its rickety track. The course swayed and shook but was some how able to meet safety regulations and was deemed safe for children and their parents to ride on. He could hear the ride slowing down…
“We should try the real one now!” A young boy’s voice exclaimed as the harness popped up with a rigid clank.
“I don’t mind, what about you, Sverige?”
The Norwegian could not hear the response that followed but he could practically imagine a careless grunt of approval. Or maybe not because a third, boisterous sort of voice exclaimed, “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights, Sverige!”
Yes, he was here, he thought bitterly and opened the small, white box that was also in his hands. Inside, the Swedish-made watch read a quarter until four that meant that in a few moments an hour would have passed. He would thank Finland, Sverige, and Sealand for inviting him, bid farewell, and- he gave a sideways glance towards the white haired nation that sat beside him, picking at pieces of a funnel cake-- take Island with him because like hell he was going to leave Island with Danmark. He groaned, waiting for the minutes to tick by.
“You should enjoy yourself, Noregur.” Came the somewhat monotonous response from Iceland. Like Norway, he too, was playing with his hands only instead; he played with a stuffed penguin doll. “Even if you would rather be somewhere else, you should enjoy your birthday.”
“How can I,” Norway inquired, “When he’s breathing my air?”
“He can’t help that.”
“He could stop breathing.”
“He would die.”
It was ridiculous to think of, but for some reason, Norway suspected it would take more then that to kill the arrogant nation. “…Are you enjoying yourself, Island?” He asked, changing the subject.
Now playing with a pig plush, Iceland shrugged. “It’s good not having to worry about things for a change.” He confessed.
“You didn’t want to come either.”
“You don’t ride rides, the least I can do is give you company,” Iceland replied. “After all, I couldn’t afford anything fancy.” And then he waited for the usual objection. ‘You didn’t have to get anything, Island!’ He waited and pretended to ignore this like he had done every time before. Even if he didn’t have to do these things, it didn’t mean he didn’t want to.
“C’mon, lets go ride the roller coaster!” Sealand exclaimed in the background, digging through his pockets to get his ticket ready for the next ride. He dug through one pocket… then the other… and his back pocket… he even checked under his hat.
“What’s wrong, Sealand?” Finland asked anxiously from between an agitated Sweden and a Denmark who was constantly trying to press his luck with the spectacled nation.
Sticking his hand into his hat one more time, the (definitely real) nation frowned, “I used up all of my tickets already.”
Instantly, both Sweden and Finland reached into their pockets, appearing to forget about the Danish man beside them. “Oh…” Finland mumbled, his cheerful (but still stressed) expression falling.
“’s somethin’ th’ma’er?”
Not one to cry over spilled milk, the Finn smiled, “It looks like… I used up all of my tickets…”
“Already?” Denmark exclaimed, forgetting his taunting of Sweden (bah, he wasn’t fun anyways). “But all you did was play…” The Dane’s expression faltered as he came to the realization, “… shooting games.”
“Fin-mama is the best shooter in the world!” Sealand announced, “Look at all the prizes he won for Norway’s birthday!” he motioned his hand in the direction of Norway and Iceland who sat on the bench with a pile of stuffed animals of various sizes on the ground and bench.
“W-well, I wasn’t sure what to get Norja for his birthday…”
“So you got everything.” Iceland finished, now toying with an animal he suspected to be a rejected narwhale as it was clearly a fish with fins but without a tail but there was simply no ignoring the limp horn in the center of its head.
In response, Finland could only laugh weakly.
“You can have mine, Finnland,” Iceland offered, holding up his tickets.
“No, use mine,” Norway interjected, placing a hand on Iceland’s and forcing it down. Turning to Iceland he smiled softly, “You should enjoy some of the rides yourself, Island.”
“No.” Sweden objected clearly.
“Its your birthday,” Finland frowned.
Sealand was the only one who didn’t seem to mind this, “Really?!”
Holding out his tickets as if it were some sort of peace offering, the Norwegian nodded his head, “I won’t be using any of them anyways.”
The young nation reached forward to take the tickets when a third hand reached down and snatched them away, “Hey!” He complained, looking up at the nation who rivaled his Su-papa in height.
“These,” Denmark referred to the tickets by waving them in front of Norway’s not amused face, “Belong to Norge.”
There he went, taking his things like he was still a child, “Danmark…” He growled.
“You can take mine kiddo,” Demark laughed, tossing Sealand a wad of unused tickets with his free hand.
“But he said I could have his!”
” Unrolling the mass of tickets, the Dane ran his fingers along the paper before stopping near the end, tearing at the fold and giving them to the miffed micro nation. “Then you can have some.” Turning his back to the child, he focused his attention on a not amused Norwegian. Taking Norway’s hand into his own, he forced the smaller nation to take the remaining tickets into his hand and grinned, “Norge isn’t going anywhere until he rides something.” And the Dane leaned closer so that he was at his ear now, “One for you,” He whispered and Norway could feel a slight tug in his hand, followed by the sound of ripping paper “And one for me.”
[Part II]
He was going to punch him. He was going to punch him. He was going to punch him in that smug face of his and-yeah, he was going to punch him! Norway clenched his hand into a fist and began to pull back and… Get back here, you damned Dane--!
There was a soft chuckle and Denmark pulled away, swerving on his heels and making his escape from the Norway’s reach. “Let’s go for a ride everyone!” He announced.
“I’m not riding anything!” Norway snapped, jumping up from his seat.
“You haven’t been on a single ride,” Frowned the Dane, pretending to be hurt by Norway’s decision.
“It isn’t too bad, you only have one ticket, Norja,” Iceland pointed out. Norway couldn’t believe that Island was siding with Danmark! “You can only go on one ride.”
“Then we should make it count,” Finland concluded. Beside him, Sweden grunted in agreement, nodding his head almost sagely in response.
“The roller coaster!” Sealand yelled, “I’ll share my tickets with you, Fin-mama! And you too, Iceland!”
“Nor’ sho’ld choose.”
Of all the people present, it was Sweden that took his side-Sweden-and he wasn’t doing a very effective job at it. Norway opened his mouth to object to everything, to say his good byes and good riddance’s and be gone from this place. He fell silent, catching the smug glint in Denmark’s eye. The bastard thought he was being cunning.
Going away… would be admitting defeat. Defying him would mean losing to him.
“What’s wrong, Norge, can’t decide?” Denmark teased, “You don’t look like the type that likes fast rides so how about the Tunnel of Lo---“
“The roller coaster.” Norway decided coldly. His fists were clenched, especially his right hand which wrapped around the cursed ticket. The damned Dane thought he was cunning but he wasn’t going to let him win, especially on his birthday.
Denmark’s face clearly read that he was shocked. “The roller coaster? Really?”
“Then let’s go, Danmark.” He scoffed, leading the way. Iceland and Sealand were quick to follow but Finland and Sweden stayed back, picking up the collection of Finnish-won dolls.
“Go wit’ Sealan’.”
“But what about--?”
“’Can gettit.’
“Are you sure you have everything?” Finland asked his friend.
“Y’ah.”
Frowning, the nation shook his head, replacing it with a gentle smile. There was no arguing with Sweden once he decided something. “Fine,” He admitted defeat and went to follow the trio.
With an arm full of stuffed animals, Sweden walked towards Denmark, “Somethin’ th’ ma’er, Danmar’?”
The Dane stared blankly out into the crowds. His eyes were focused on the last place he had seen Norway before the solemn nation disappeared into the crowds of people. “No…” Denmark replied distantly. He realized how he sounded and he quickly snapped back to his old self, “No! Of course not!”
“Yer not ‘fraid o’ heights?”
“Hahah, very funny, Sverige!” Denmark laughed, clapping a hand against Sweden’s back, perhaps with a force that caused several (or more) stuffed animals to fall onto the ground. “I didn’t know you had a sense of humor.” He teased and ran off to catch up with the others.
… Leaving Sweden alone to figure out how he would pick up the animals without dropping everything else.
“What do you mean I can’t ride?!” Sealand complained.
“You’re too short,” Iceland replied flatly, not caring that this was the answer Sealand didn’t want.
“Am not!” Sealand retorted.
“I’m sorry, Sealand but you don’t reach the height requirement…” Finland explained.
“I bet this is all part of jerk UK’s plan to keep me down!” He folded his arms, trying to find blame in something else. “He can’t stop the Great Sealand Empire!”
He wasn’t going to admit it but Norway felt bad for Sweden’s kid. He looked through the crowds around him and failing to see the two least favored members of the party… “If it’s just the four of us, we can ride the Ferris wheel.”
“What’s that?” Sealand asked, looking up at Norway’s suggestion. It was Norway’s last ticket so Norway would get to choose the ride. Those were the conditions and… he wasn’t going to be too upset.
“It’s a ride,” Iceland explained for Norway, “… It goes high.” And at the last words, Sealand cheered up.
“Then let’s go!” Declared the little nation, “Come on!”
Finland looked around and frowned. “Shouldn’t we wait for-”
“No.” Norway replied quickly and Finland could only smile and laugh. It was Norway’s birthday, whatever he wanted… Sorry, Sweden.
The Ferris wheel wasn’t too far from the roller coaster. The two made the short walk and waited in line. The entire time, Sealand asked questions. Did it go fast? Did it drop? Would you go upside down? Finland did his best to answer without upsetting his adopted son. No, no… ah, no… But he would like it, he promised.
Their turn finally came up. Sealand was the first to dash towards the seat, causing the two-person seat to sway. Finland followed, presenting the two tickets before following. The conductor pulled a lever and the wheel rotated, allowing the next two passengers to get on board.
Iceland stepped aside, allowing the guest of honor to go first. Norway paid his ticket, slid to the end, making sure he provided plenty of room for Iceland. Iceland offered the conductor his ticket and was about to step forward when a man pushed by him, knocking him backwards into the conductor who pulled the lever and began to set the cart in motion.
“Island!” Norway gasped, beginning to rise but someone sat next to him, conveniently blocking the way. Seeing who it was, he glared. He was going to punch him. He was really, really going to, “DANMARK!”
Leaning over the edge of the seat, Danmark hooted down at Iceland, “Sorry, but thanks for holding my seat!” He teased, pulling the safety bar towards him and Norway, securing the two of them in place.
“Get off, Danmark!” Norway yelled, trying to get as far away from Danmark as possible. Oh, god, they were so close!
Denmark looked down. They were already one fourth of the way up… “I’d die.” He replied simply.
“Good.”
He tossed his head back and laughed heartily, “You don’t mean that, Norge.”
“I do!” Growled the Norwegian, clenching his hand into a fist and aiming for that damned smile.
Denmark caught the fist, holding it tightly in his own and pulling his fellow passenger closer. “I didn’t get you anything for your birthday.” He confessed and Norway could tell he was teasing because the entire time, the taller nation kept grinning like he had had one too many of his own beers.
“Why would I want anything form you?”
The stronger nation’s hands moved from Norway’s hands to his arms. He was careful to not let go because he knew that Norway was stronger then he appeared and that his smaller size allowed him to move more freely about the small area they had to themselves. “People always want things on their birthday, Norge.”
“I don’t want anything from you.” Norway growled and with his now-hands, he manages to grab Denmark’s coat. He wasn’t able to do much but grab his coat and pretend that his hands were instead, around Denmark’s neck. Furiously, he twisted the fabric.
His other hand is moving around Norway’s waist now, “Relax,” Denmark insisted playfully, “I’m not going to do anything to you on your birthday.” He brings his face closer so that he can get a better look at that spark in Norway’s eyes; the angry one that betrayed his quiet and soft appearance.
He could feel him breathing on him. Norway inhaled sharply but was unable to catch any air. Damnit, Danmark, stop breathing my air! He thinks, “Let go of me.” Norway hisses, looking into Denmark’s playful eyes. It agitated him that he found this so funny. What bothered him more was that, by judging from the scent of his breath, he was completely sober.
There it was. That defiant, angry spark. “You’ll kill me.”
“Get away from me.” He pushes back on the Dane, trying to imagine him throwing him off the Ferris wheel and onto the ground below.
“And you’d let me get away after this?” Denmark replies, “Wouldn’t you chase me to get back at me?”
Yes, he would chase him and once he caught up with him, he was going to break every one of Denmark’s’ teeth so he couldn’t smile anymore. … But admitting to this would have been letting Denmark win. He thought he was so cunning but all he was was a bastard.
Denmark knows this and turns his head at an angle. Now, Norway can feel him breathing too close to his neck. “You’ve been trying to find way to get rid of me and ways to keep me away,” Denmark explains, barely above a whisper, “We’ve known each other for centuries,” The hand he on Norway’s arm moves higher and higher, it brushes against the Norwegian’s face, “And you haven’t found a way yet?” He laughs again. “Is there a reason?” He asks, running his fingers through Norway’s hair. “Or are you just not trying hard enough?”
From the corner of his eye, Norway can see that the Ferris Wheel is ending its cycle. As quickly as it started, Denmark pulls back and casually leans against the back of his seat. Norway continues to hold his breath. No, he refused to breathe the same air as that fool.
He can see Iceland’s face coming into view. He looks like he was expecting something to happen.
The conductor lifts the harness.
Beyond the crowd, he can see Finland taking the stuffed animals from Sweden while the spectacled Scandinavian lifts up his English son.
“Excuse me,” A voice interrupts and Norway sees the conductor waiting impatiently for the two to get off. “Are the two of you getting off or not?”
Before he can answer, Denmark pulls a red ticket from his pocket.
“What do you say, Norge?” He asks, “Wanna go for another ride?”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND CONGRATULATIONS, NORWAY!
I apologize for any brain cells that may have died in the reading of this fic.