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hetalia2010-07-31 09:30 pm
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[Fic] Under a thousand starry nights
Author: Me
Rating: PG
Warnings: An insult to Danes
Characters/Pairings: Norway, Finland, Iceland, mentions of Denmark.
Summary: Norway heals Finland, while Iceland watches at the sidelines.
The Norwegian placed a finger upon the Finn's dry, pale, cracking lips. He knew nothing of plasters, of herbal remedies or splints. Disgraced, the sailor-suited man fluttered his eyelids gracefully shut and breathed a spell:
Tinkle, tinkle, hoy.
Instantly a nisse appeared, rosy-cheeked and grinning in the light of the midnight sun. At that moment so did Iceland, carrying the head of a four-horned sheep on his back as if a trophy, glistening with sweat and blood. The pale-ash-blond purposefully bumped into the other Nordics before digging in his trouser pockets for his mobile. The sauna-lover winced and cursed heavily, wishing he had that hand-crafted flask a certain gay Nation had created for him hours earlier.
"Where's the potato-mouthed drama queen?" The islander asked, pressing the rubber buttons to start a new SMS. Beep, beep, beep.
"Late." The Scandinavian grunted as he motioned for the apparition to heal his bilingual friend's wounds. It refused. Just as their barretted elder was rolling up his sleeves to rain fresh bruises upon the fairy (it was in as nearly a life-threatening condition as its patient), the younger brother's cell phone emitted an ear-piercing, cascading, unmelodious shriek of notes. His eyes flickered over the text and the puffin-eater quickly slammed the call button to respond, drawing in breath to yell his greetings to the drunkard.
"JEG TALER IKKE DANSK!!!"
And the salmiakki-fiend finally fainted, falling forcefully from a fierce hangover.
SLUT
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Translations:
Jeg taler ikke dansk - I don't speak Danish (in Danish)
Slut - The end (in Danish)
Rating: PG
Warnings: An insult to Danes
Characters/Pairings: Norway, Finland, Iceland, mentions of Denmark.
Summary: Norway heals Finland, while Iceland watches at the sidelines.
The Norwegian placed a finger upon the Finn's dry, pale, cracking lips. He knew nothing of plasters, of herbal remedies or splints. Disgraced, the sailor-suited man fluttered his eyelids gracefully shut and breathed a spell:
Tinkle, tinkle, hoy.
Instantly a nisse appeared, rosy-cheeked and grinning in the light of the midnight sun. At that moment so did Iceland, carrying the head of a four-horned sheep on his back as if a trophy, glistening with sweat and blood. The pale-ash-blond purposefully bumped into the other Nordics before digging in his trouser pockets for his mobile. The sauna-lover winced and cursed heavily, wishing he had that hand-crafted flask a certain gay Nation had created for him hours earlier.
"Where's the potato-mouthed drama queen?" The islander asked, pressing the rubber buttons to start a new SMS. Beep, beep, beep.
"Late." The Scandinavian grunted as he motioned for the apparition to heal his bilingual friend's wounds. It refused. Just as their barretted elder was rolling up his sleeves to rain fresh bruises upon the fairy (it was in as nearly a life-threatening condition as its patient), the younger brother's cell phone emitted an ear-piercing, cascading, unmelodious shriek of notes. His eyes flickered over the text and the puffin-eater quickly slammed the call button to respond, drawing in breath to yell his greetings to the drunkard.
"JEG TALER IKKE DANSK!!!"
And the salmiakki-fiend finally fainted, falling forcefully from a fierce hangover.
SLUT
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Translations:
Jeg taler ikke dansk - I don't speak Danish (in Danish)
Slut - The end (in Danish)