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kasumicc.livejournal.com posting in usxuk Jan. 1st, 2011 04:40 am)Title: The Amerikaner Saga
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RECIPIENT:fivedayslater
GENRE: Adventure/Romance
RATINGS/WARNINGS: PG13 for language. Unbetaed for now, will have it checked up for the next update.
SUMMARY: For the prompt: England and Denmark get captured by fairies. America and Norway have to save them.
NOTES: A million thanks tostrawberryburst for betaing ♥
“Home of the Giants?”
“That’s what this place’s name means in your language,” Norway explained.
“Oh, that’s...that’s great!” America laughed. “But of course, there can’t be giants here, ha ha ha!”
Norway’s silence was more unnerving than any reply he could have given. America swallowed, choosing to look around instead.
“Wow, that’s such a wonderful lake. And look at those big mountains! Hey, is England at the top of one of them? Just so you know, I’m a wonderful climber!”
“Actually, we have to go there,” Norway replied, pointing to the darkest and most lush forest.
America hoped that Norway didn’t see his terrified grimace.
The forest was loaded with everything that could make a place creepy: it was dark, full of mysterious sounds and things seemed to move everywhere. To keep his mind distracted, America decided to try once again to have a chat with Norway.
“Okay, so...you said that England came to help you with something. Just...how did all of this begin?”
Norway sighed. “It was Den trying to be an idiot. Well, more so than the usual, “ he added, seeing that America was going to say something. “He was going to prove his bravery by riding a troll or something like that. Of course, that could never have gone well, but I could do nothing to stop him. The trolls got mad and captured Den.”
“And then, you called England.”
“I offered my help, but he insisted that he was capable enough, that no bloody troll could be a menace to him and that he needed no help.”
America sighed. “That sounds like England all the way.”
“It was a mistake to let him go alone, though. If it helps anything, I’m really sorry for all this trouble.”
“No, I...” America hesitated, “I’m at fault as well because I shouldn’t have let him go alone either. Okay, it sounded really ridiculous, but...I should have supported him, you know?”
A very uncomfortable silence fell over them. Just when America was starting to get nervous again, they spotted a clearing down the small hill. And down there, there was...
“ENG--unf!” America moaned when Norway stopped him and covered his mouth. Both of the captive nations were down there, each one tied to a tree and apparently unconscious.
“Silence, or they may hear you!”
“What are you talking about, there’s no one else down there!”
Norway pointed to the ground, where large footprints could be seen. America fought hard to contain a shiver.
“These are trolls. Smaller than giants but by no means less dangerous.”
America laughed again. “Oh, I know! You’re just trying to scare me, aren’t you? But I know that trolls don’t exist! So, all we have to do is to go down there and —” he was interrupted by a mysterious growl. And it didn’t sound like his stomach. He looked at Norway who didn’t seem surprised in the slightest.
Feeling defeated, America asked. “Okay, so...let’s suppose that trolls exist. So, what’s the plan?”
“I’ll do a little trick to distract them and in the meanwhile, you’ll get close to the trees and you’ll free Denmark and England. Hopefully, we’ll manage to get them out of here without causing a big commotion; I really don’t wish to have to fight against them. But, if something goes wrong, you’ll have to keep them distracted while I summon Azathoth along with some spells.”
America gulped. “D-distracted? Sounds like a good plan, but aren’t you forgetting that I can’t see those things?”
“We have no choice,” Norway shrugged. “And, these creatures are still rather big and not silent at all. You should have no problem figuring out where they are without having to see them.”
“Yeah, whatever you say,” America moaned. “Anyways, you aren’t going to s-send me there unarmed, are you?” he asked, stammering.
Norway raised an eyebrow. “No physical object would be effective against them, not even using a force like yours. However, if it makes you feel safer...” And with this, he handled America a baseball bat.
“W-wow, Norway! Thank you pal, you shouldn’t have!” America laughed nervously, his laugh cut off by the groan of a grumpy troll. America sighed. “Well, time to save the day...”
Norway took out what looked like a very old fiddle covered with funny-looking symbols, and whose wood was peeling off so much America didn’t think a sound would be able to come out of such a pitiful instrument. And then, Norway started playing skillfully. It was a weird melody, and while America had heard that music could calm the beasts, he doubted this trick could work with these lovely ‘fairies’.
But apparently, it was working. The trolls started shrieking while trying to protect their ears from the melody that was bewitching their senses. Taking advantage of this, America approached the unconscious captives and tried to free them with a knife, only to realize they were being kept tied with a gleaming material that was impossible to cut.
“Norway, it can’t be cut!”
For the first time that day, there was the slightest trace of fear in Norway’s face. “Then, we’ll have to go to plan B. Keep the trolls distracted, and I’ll deal with England and Den!”
America nodded weakly, and grabbing the bat with sweaty hands, he started to run around the clearing, screaming what seemed to be a battle cry and swinging the bat everywhere. Norway didn’t waste time and with a simple spell, he freed England and Denmark. Then, he proceeded to summon his own troll.
Now on the ground, England opened an eye and groaned, his body aching and his head feeling worse than those legendary hangovers accompanied with France. And then he saw America, running around and blindly hitting at the air.
“They’re behind you, you git!”
“Uh, what?” America turned around, hitting whatever was behind him. Judging from the strong shriek that could be heard, he did hit something solid this time. However, America wasn’t paying attention anymore; his face lit up at the sight of England.
“England! You’re safe!” He grinned. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yes, thanks for your concern,” England blushed. “But, can you please pay attention to the trolls? There are still bloody trolls around you, remember? Head to your left and you’ll find one!”
“Gotcha!” America gave England such a winning smile, England could swear he had just missed a heartbeat. He kept giving directions to America, and things went alright for a while, but then...America had to get distracted once again.
“Heh,” America stopped to catch his breath. “You and me make a wonderful team, England!”
“Look out behind you, you git!” England yelled, now looking terrified.
“What?”
Too late. An ‘invisible’ hand hit America’s head hard, leaving him knocked out flat on the ground. Not even England’s desperate screaming of America’s name could do something about it; America was already completely unresponsive.
Something triggered inside of England. And seeing how Norway’s troll was starting to head into battle, he decided it was finally time to act and stood up in a rush.
“No one lays a finger on my boyfriend!” England roared, his green eyes sparkling with flames of rage. Not wasting any more time, he started chanting ancient spells in already forgotten languages, and magic circles appeared all over the place. They seemed to have some effect over the trolls, since Azathoth could get rid of them with no problem now. Now whining like hurt puppies, the trolls fled to the depths of the forest.
The next thing America knew, he was laying in the ground facing up, white spots were dulling his sight and his head felt as if a truck had passed over it. Despite this, he could clearly see England’s green eyes tainted with worry, and he couldn’t help giving a goofy smile back.
“Oh, you’re back with us,” England spoke kindly, his voice sounding somewhat relieved. “Don’t overdo yourself, that creature hit you hard, and...are you understanding what I’m saying?”
“Hmmm,” America mumbled, the same goofy smile still on his face.
England sighed. Not too far away, Norway was taking care of a completely awake and noisy Denmark. “Did you see how those trolls ran away, Norge? You gave them such a good scare, you were amazing!”
“I wouldn’t have needed to do any of that if you hadn’t decided it was a good idea to ride trolls, Den.”
“Oh, that! Hah! Yes, I made a small mistake, but fear not! I won’t fail next time and—OUCH!”
“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be taking Den away for a moment,” Norway said, while pinching Denmark’s ear. “He needs to apologize to several magical creatures, isn’t that right, Den?”
“W-what? They should be the ones to apologize to me, after keeping me captive for so long and — OUCH! Alright Norge, alright!” Denmark whined while being dragged away by Norway.
England was now alone with America, and he suddenly realized he had been brushing America’s hair all the time. Blushing, he helped America sit up and spoke to him slowly.
“Feeling better, love?”
“Yeah, but...” America looked away, somewhat sad.
“But, what?”
“It’s just that...” America sighed, “I wanted for me to be the one to save you. To be your hero, you know. And look at me, I made a complete fool of myself, didn’t I?”
“Look at me, America,” England said sharply. “You faced a group of dangerous trolls with nothing but a baseball bat. And you couldn’t even see them! A hero’s the one who fights the unknown and his own fears. And, to me...what you did was quite heroic, I must say,” he looked away, blushing.
“Yeah,” America smiled. “But, why did you tell me you were going to deal with ‘fairies’?”
“Well, trolls are technically fairies for Nordic standards, and...I didn’t want for you to worry beforehand, you know?” he whispered.
“O-oh.” Now America was the one blushing. “Well then, I guess we were a big pair of idiots, eh? And I guess...maybe I should reconsider some things I’ve said about your fairy friends?”
“Well, we can talk about it back home,” England smiled shyly. “Now, shall we leave?”
“Hell yes!”
They both stood, taking the route out of that dark forest, marking the end of their adventure that, luckily for them, ended happily.
“By the way, did you brush your teeth before sleeping while I was away?”
“Not this again, England...!”
Footnotes!
- Jotunheimen, The Home of the Giants, is a mountainous area in Southern Norway which contains a National Park and which is very popular among hikers and climbers. It was said to be the home of the Jötunn (jötnar, in Norway), giants with supernatural strength. In modern history, the concept evolved to what we know now as trolls.
- Fairies as we know them aren't part of Nordic Folklore; they're originary from the Celtic tradition and expanded in French literature. Instead, creatures such as elves, dwarves, trolls and others, can be considered into the Nordic concept of 'fairy'.
- Norway being able to play violin is apparently canon judging from some recent merchandise. That, or you can take it as a wink to Alexander Rybak; you choose.
- Azathoth, the same given to Norway's troll by Himaruya. See Bloodbath 2010 as reference.
- The title: Amerikaner is American in Norwegian. The title itself's a wink to the sagas, epic tales about Scandinavian and Germanic history and written in Old Norse, often featuring heroic deeds.
AUTHOR:
kasumicc RECIPIENT:
fivedayslaterGENRE: Adventure/Romance
RATINGS/WARNINGS: PG13 for language. Unbetaed for now, will have it checked up for the next update.
SUMMARY: For the prompt: England and Denmark get captured by fairies. America and Norway have to save them.
NOTES: A million thanks to
strawberryburst for betaing ♥“Home of the Giants?”
“That’s what this place’s name means in your language,” Norway explained.
“Oh, that’s...that’s great!” America laughed. “But of course, there can’t be giants here, ha ha ha!”
Norway’s silence was more unnerving than any reply he could have given. America swallowed, choosing to look around instead.
“Wow, that’s such a wonderful lake. And look at those big mountains! Hey, is England at the top of one of them? Just so you know, I’m a wonderful climber!”
“Actually, we have to go there,” Norway replied, pointing to the darkest and most lush forest.
America hoped that Norway didn’t see his terrified grimace.
The forest was loaded with everything that could make a place creepy: it was dark, full of mysterious sounds and things seemed to move everywhere. To keep his mind distracted, America decided to try once again to have a chat with Norway.
“Okay, so...you said that England came to help you with something. Just...how did all of this begin?”
Norway sighed. “It was Den trying to be an idiot. Well, more so than the usual, “ he added, seeing that America was going to say something. “He was going to prove his bravery by riding a troll or something like that. Of course, that could never have gone well, but I could do nothing to stop him. The trolls got mad and captured Den.”
“And then, you called England.”
“I offered my help, but he insisted that he was capable enough, that no bloody troll could be a menace to him and that he needed no help.”
America sighed. “That sounds like England all the way.”
“It was a mistake to let him go alone, though. If it helps anything, I’m really sorry for all this trouble.”
“No, I...” America hesitated, “I’m at fault as well because I shouldn’t have let him go alone either. Okay, it sounded really ridiculous, but...I should have supported him, you know?”
A very uncomfortable silence fell over them. Just when America was starting to get nervous again, they spotted a clearing down the small hill. And down there, there was...
“ENG--unf!” America moaned when Norway stopped him and covered his mouth. Both of the captive nations were down there, each one tied to a tree and apparently unconscious.
“Silence, or they may hear you!”
“What are you talking about, there’s no one else down there!”
Norway pointed to the ground, where large footprints could be seen. America fought hard to contain a shiver.
“These are trolls. Smaller than giants but by no means less dangerous.”
America laughed again. “Oh, I know! You’re just trying to scare me, aren’t you? But I know that trolls don’t exist! So, all we have to do is to go down there and —” he was interrupted by a mysterious growl. And it didn’t sound like his stomach. He looked at Norway who didn’t seem surprised in the slightest.
Feeling defeated, America asked. “Okay, so...let’s suppose that trolls exist. So, what’s the plan?”
“I’ll do a little trick to distract them and in the meanwhile, you’ll get close to the trees and you’ll free Denmark and England. Hopefully, we’ll manage to get them out of here without causing a big commotion; I really don’t wish to have to fight against them. But, if something goes wrong, you’ll have to keep them distracted while I summon Azathoth along with some spells.”
America gulped. “D-distracted? Sounds like a good plan, but aren’t you forgetting that I can’t see those things?”
“We have no choice,” Norway shrugged. “And, these creatures are still rather big and not silent at all. You should have no problem figuring out where they are without having to see them.”
“Yeah, whatever you say,” America moaned. “Anyways, you aren’t going to s-send me there unarmed, are you?” he asked, stammering.
Norway raised an eyebrow. “No physical object would be effective against them, not even using a force like yours. However, if it makes you feel safer...” And with this, he handled America a baseball bat.
“W-wow, Norway! Thank you pal, you shouldn’t have!” America laughed nervously, his laugh cut off by the groan of a grumpy troll. America sighed. “Well, time to save the day...”
Norway took out what looked like a very old fiddle covered with funny-looking symbols, and whose wood was peeling off so much America didn’t think a sound would be able to come out of such a pitiful instrument. And then, Norway started playing skillfully. It was a weird melody, and while America had heard that music could calm the beasts, he doubted this trick could work with these lovely ‘fairies’.
But apparently, it was working. The trolls started shrieking while trying to protect their ears from the melody that was bewitching their senses. Taking advantage of this, America approached the unconscious captives and tried to free them with a knife, only to realize they were being kept tied with a gleaming material that was impossible to cut.
“Norway, it can’t be cut!”
For the first time that day, there was the slightest trace of fear in Norway’s face. “Then, we’ll have to go to plan B. Keep the trolls distracted, and I’ll deal with England and Den!”
America nodded weakly, and grabbing the bat with sweaty hands, he started to run around the clearing, screaming what seemed to be a battle cry and swinging the bat everywhere. Norway didn’t waste time and with a simple spell, he freed England and Denmark. Then, he proceeded to summon his own troll.
Now on the ground, England opened an eye and groaned, his body aching and his head feeling worse than those legendary hangovers accompanied with France. And then he saw America, running around and blindly hitting at the air.
“They’re behind you, you git!”
“Uh, what?” America turned around, hitting whatever was behind him. Judging from the strong shriek that could be heard, he did hit something solid this time. However, America wasn’t paying attention anymore; his face lit up at the sight of England.
“England! You’re safe!” He grinned. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yes, thanks for your concern,” England blushed. “But, can you please pay attention to the trolls? There are still bloody trolls around you, remember? Head to your left and you’ll find one!”
“Gotcha!” America gave England such a winning smile, England could swear he had just missed a heartbeat. He kept giving directions to America, and things went alright for a while, but then...America had to get distracted once again.
“Heh,” America stopped to catch his breath. “You and me make a wonderful team, England!”
“Look out behind you, you git!” England yelled, now looking terrified.
“What?”
Too late. An ‘invisible’ hand hit America’s head hard, leaving him knocked out flat on the ground. Not even England’s desperate screaming of America’s name could do something about it; America was already completely unresponsive.
Something triggered inside of England. And seeing how Norway’s troll was starting to head into battle, he decided it was finally time to act and stood up in a rush.
“No one lays a finger on my boyfriend!” England roared, his green eyes sparkling with flames of rage. Not wasting any more time, he started chanting ancient spells in already forgotten languages, and magic circles appeared all over the place. They seemed to have some effect over the trolls, since Azathoth could get rid of them with no problem now. Now whining like hurt puppies, the trolls fled to the depths of the forest.
The next thing America knew, he was laying in the ground facing up, white spots were dulling his sight and his head felt as if a truck had passed over it. Despite this, he could clearly see England’s green eyes tainted with worry, and he couldn’t help giving a goofy smile back.
“Oh, you’re back with us,” England spoke kindly, his voice sounding somewhat relieved. “Don’t overdo yourself, that creature hit you hard, and...are you understanding what I’m saying?”
“Hmmm,” America mumbled, the same goofy smile still on his face.
England sighed. Not too far away, Norway was taking care of a completely awake and noisy Denmark. “Did you see how those trolls ran away, Norge? You gave them such a good scare, you were amazing!”
“I wouldn’t have needed to do any of that if you hadn’t decided it was a good idea to ride trolls, Den.”
“Oh, that! Hah! Yes, I made a small mistake, but fear not! I won’t fail next time and—OUCH!”
“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be taking Den away for a moment,” Norway said, while pinching Denmark’s ear. “He needs to apologize to several magical creatures, isn’t that right, Den?”
“W-what? They should be the ones to apologize to me, after keeping me captive for so long and — OUCH! Alright Norge, alright!” Denmark whined while being dragged away by Norway.
England was now alone with America, and he suddenly realized he had been brushing America’s hair all the time. Blushing, he helped America sit up and spoke to him slowly.
“Feeling better, love?”
“Yeah, but...” America looked away, somewhat sad.
“But, what?”
“It’s just that...” America sighed, “I wanted for me to be the one to save you. To be your hero, you know. And look at me, I made a complete fool of myself, didn’t I?”
“Look at me, America,” England said sharply. “You faced a group of dangerous trolls with nothing but a baseball bat. And you couldn’t even see them! A hero’s the one who fights the unknown and his own fears. And, to me...what you did was quite heroic, I must say,” he looked away, blushing.
“Yeah,” America smiled. “But, why did you tell me you were going to deal with ‘fairies’?”
“Well, trolls are technically fairies for Nordic standards, and...I didn’t want for you to worry beforehand, you know?” he whispered.
“O-oh.” Now America was the one blushing. “Well then, I guess we were a big pair of idiots, eh? And I guess...maybe I should reconsider some things I’ve said about your fairy friends?”
“Well, we can talk about it back home,” England smiled shyly. “Now, shall we leave?”
“Hell yes!”
They both stood, taking the route out of that dark forest, marking the end of their adventure that, luckily for them, ended happily.
“By the way, did you brush your teeth before sleeping while I was away?”
“Not this again, England...!”
Footnotes!
- Jotunheimen, The Home of the Giants, is a mountainous area in Southern Norway which contains a National Park and which is very popular among hikers and climbers. It was said to be the home of the Jötunn (jötnar, in Norway), giants with supernatural strength. In modern history, the concept evolved to what we know now as trolls.
- Fairies as we know them aren't part of Nordic Folklore; they're originary from the Celtic tradition and expanded in French literature. Instead, creatures such as elves, dwarves, trolls and others, can be considered into the Nordic concept of 'fairy'.
- Norway being able to play violin is apparently canon judging from some recent merchandise. That, or you can take it as a wink to Alexander Rybak; you choose.
- Azathoth, the same given to Norway's troll by Himaruya. See Bloodbath 2010 as reference.
- The title: Amerikaner is American in Norwegian. The title itself's a wink to the sagas, epic tales about Scandinavian and Germanic history and written in Old Norse, often featuring heroic deeds.
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