Bittersweet (Prologue)The lawyer stared across his desk at the teenager sitting there, sighing. “Young man, you realize that any case I am given must be taken to a court of law, correct? I am not entitled to take any case without your knowledge of this, especially considering that you’re a minor.” “I’ll be seventeen in May, sir. I am fully aware of the possibilities that this case will go to court. I’m prepared to face any consequences that come with it.” “Do your parents know about this?” “In part, sir, my parents are the reason I’m here, so… no.” The lawyer raised an eyebrow, incr
Smile at me (part 13)Last night had been horrible. England had been on them for two hours straight all while Norway had sat right next to him with an annoying small smile plastered on his face. How could he call himself brother with a clear conscience and then just sit and enjoy the discomfort of his little brother that much? No, he definitely had to redo those archaeological excavations. Something went wrong last time.They had ended up telling them that they had been dating for 5 months and that they hadn’t gotten to the ‘final’ base. Iceland shuddered. They actually had to promise not to do it before they had dated at least 2 years and when
Smile at me (part 14)”Hello, Kiku speaking.””Hi Japan, it’s Norway. Look, sorry to call you like this but it’s an emergency and you are one of the oldest and wisest countries I know.” The fact that the rest of Europe was still dead asleep in their beds, while the Asian countries had already risen for the new day went unmentioned. It was also a fact that China, with his 4000 year old history, probably would have been the better choice, if it weren’t for the unlucky circumstance that China was still furious with the Norwegian man about a Nobel price award, even though Norway had tried to explain to him that this was not a
White walls (oneshot) EDITEDIf there is one thing that is uncharacteristic about the otherwise bobbly, happy-go-lucky country also known as Denmark, it is the fact that when you enter his house, or almost any house in Denmark, you will be greeted by white walls. This is something Norway always has commented on in more than one occasion, to which Denmark will always reply: “Just goes to show you don’t visit me often enough during the summer.”Another thing that is uncharacteristic about our favorite Dane is when he is annoyed, which only happens 4-5 times a year. This is not to be mistaken with the anger often inspired by a certain blue-and-yellow clot
Hetalia- Unusual Alliance (unfinished) White waves crashed on the wooden exterior of the ship. Slaves sat along the edges of the boat, rowing with the water. At the front of the ship, Norway sat on his own. His violet eyes looked onto the sea. A fish popped up from the water for a minute them dove back down. He scrunched up a part of his deep blue tunic from nerves. He felt a tap on his shoulder then turned around to see his boss beside him. “We should be there in a few hours,” he said, sitting down next to the young country,” When we disembark there should be some horsemen waiting to escort us to the castle.” Norway nodded to him then turned his head back to the sea. The large man looked at the boy. After a few minutes of silence he sighed.
My Jews (part2)After stepping into the lunch room and closing the door, Denmark immediately starts to scratch her head. God, the long hair is annoying. How Hungary and Sweden are able to stand it, she will never understand. Ever since the occupation, Denmark has let her hair grow. Back then the idea had been to change her appearance by changing her hair style. It worked. Her hair is now long and tied up in a bun, giving her a completely different look, but the sensation is killing her.Denmark quickly eats and prepares the rest for tonight. Doctor Hansen has given her the final directions and all she needs to do now is go over the route of the walk to the
Until The End ch2"Mom?" Mathias called in a hesitant tone, opening the door to the small townhouse he and his mother shared. The inside was neglect of any decorations- no wedding photos of his parents or baby pictures of Mathias like one would find in an ordinary household. The only thing that filled the room was the overpowering smell of cigarette smoke; the fraying, mismatched furniture; and the static coming from the old television that had been left on in the corner.The only answer Mathias received to his call was the growling of his own stomach. He sighed and dropped his backpack onto the floor, making his way into the poor excuse of a kitchen. His mot
Start of the Nordic 5Lukas threw himself down behind a large pile of rocks, the waves from the ocean barely reaching past the tallest ones and covering his boot covered feet in icy cold surf. His breathing was coming out in harsh pants and clouding up in front of him as cobalt eyes darted around the area around him. The young Nation cursed quietly under his breath and placed his hands against the cold rock, his bare hands slowly looking for a hold when he noticed his sword a good three hundred feet away from his current hiding spot. With practiced ease he pulled himself up to the top of the rock and looked over the edge, keeping low enough that no one would see h
Cross pin - Denmark X Norway X Iceland~Cross pin~*Viking!Denmark X Viking!Norway X Little!Iceland*'There was a story my brother used to tell me.It happened a long time ago.Though people are not certain if it really happened or not.How one had to choose to continue being the ally of one camp and against the other.But I think it's just a fairytale!'.The Norwegian watched with emotionless blue eyes how the two fought.It wasn't like he didn't want to do something to stop it,but there was no way he could actually do it when the large Swede and the tall Danish man engaged into battle.It always ended with purple bruises crossing both pale skins,blood trickling slowly and caressing the edges of their faces,ice cold stares and wounds the Norwegian and small Finnish boy had to patch.Though,this time it seemed a lot worse as neither Berwald nor Matthias gave any sign of stopping soon,even if their breaths came in shorter rasps,open injuries here and there and their clothes tore into pieces by now.The Dane's axe wa
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