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[Fanfic] A Christmas Story: Catastrophe in 24 Acts (5/24)
Authors: Treyen and Blackrabbit
Beta: CrescentLilly
Characters: Ensemble. In this chapter: Russia, Finland, General Winter, Germany, Spain, Austria, France, Sweden, Romano, Switzerland & others
Pairings: mistletoe/world
Rating: T
Genre: adventure, comedy
Warnings: Mistletoe, ridiculously cute critters, blatant disregard for foreign holiday traditions, abuse of classical ballet, some cursing and a few OCs.
Summary: With only a few days to Christmas the Nations should be busy preparing for the party. Only no one is really feeling like it, and that kinda-crucially-important little Finn is nowhere to be found.
Previous parts
On ff.net
~~~
"He appeared at my place on Friday afternoon," Russia explained with a wide smile. "And he just kept buzzing the doorbell while he waited for me to come let him in. Oh, to think that he was so anxious to see me..."
"Russia," Germany warned before the Russian had a few fellow nations at his throat again. It had been enough of a pain getting Norway and Denmark away from him; Belarus had been almost hopeless. Sweden had been too shocked about everything, so removing him had been relatively easy.
"Oh, yes, yes," Russia continued, making a face that could possibly have looked slightly apologetic if one had been appropriately inebriated. "Well, I was of course surprised that he showed up so suddenly, he usually doesn't stop by..."
"Oh, I wonder why," Norway mumbled dryly.
"...but I was even more surprised when the first thing he did was–"
Friday, December 17, afternoon
"Oh, comrade Finland? What gives me the honour–"
"Where's the General?" Finland interrupted, demand in his voice.
Russia looked baffled for a second before catching the question. "In the lounge. Why–"
Before he could finish his northwestern neighbour had shoved him aside, barged in and made his way down the corridor. Russia blinked a few times, closed the door and followed the weirdly acting nation into his lounge.
"General!" Finland called loudly as he slammed the door open. His eyes darted around for a while before General Winter appeared to him from the ice that covered one window.
"What?"
Russia didn't know what was going on, but his lips twisted into a sweet smile. "General~. I told you not to come inside so carelessly." He glanced at the gradually freezing furniture. The other two weren't listening to him.
"I need your assistance. You're coming with me," Finland stated with a tone that said there would be no room for arguments.
General Winter didn't understand nonverbal. "Not interested."
Finland huffed and grabbed the other by the collar to show what his tone meant in action. "I didn't ask you to be. Now move."
Russia raised his hand cautiously. "Um... comrade Finland? Maybe you shouldn't touch the General so–"
"Cold-resistant gloves. You should try," the Finn answered curtly and stomped past Russia again, dragging General Winter behind him. "Sorry for the disturbance, Russia. I'm going to borrow him for a while." Finland opened the door.
"Sure, no problem," Russia smiled, waving his hand. "Have fun, General, no hurry back! Oh, comrade Finland, could you stop carrying a rifle in my house? And whatever you do, don't–" But the door had already closed behind the two, leaving Russia to wonder what could possibly be happening.
"Oh well, whatever..."
~
"Something like that," Russia ended his story. "I haven't heard about him or the General after that. I tried calling him later though," he added, chuckling.
Half of the nations blushed. Spain tilted his head.
"Come on, share the fun, guys," he demanded, poking Austria. "Tell me, what happened here before I got Romano to admit he wanted to come."
"I never said such a thing, tomato brain!"
"I... I'll never repeat that," Austria said, coughing delicately and trying so hard not to blush that he blushed anyway.
Spain sighed, shaking his head. "If even you won't, who'll I ask? Why won't anyone tell me?"
Austria's blush settled as he frowned at the Spanish man. "I fail to understand what you mean by 'even me'."
Spain raised his hands. "Well you could tell me just to be polite. Besides you're a closet pervert, aren't ya?"
This time Austria blushed for real and grimaced in shock. "Whoever claimed such a thing?!"
"No one," Spain smiled. "I just know you are."
"I beg to differ!" the aristocratic nation objected. At this point he was so red that Mariazell had to work as a chimney to keep his brain from being permanently damaged after it had already taken a serious hit from the voice mail messages. Hungary had produced a video camera.
"Oh~ prissy, your face is telling otherwise," Prussia chirped, grinning viciously behind him and leaning closer.
"S-shut your mouth!" Austria pushed him back.
"Prussia, drop it," Germany ordered, sending a glare to his brother. "We're talking about Finland right now. Russia, so neither one came back?"
"That's right," Russia said, nodding.
"So Finland was last seen on Friday afternoon, in Russia, with an assault rifle, before going off radar along with General Winter," England summarised and finished taking notes down.
"Hm." France smiled knowingly. "I knew it. Elopers–"
"Shut up, frog!" England snapped before the Frenchman could continue.
"Svi, what's wrong with you?" Iceland asked suddenly, turning the general attention to the Nordics.
"W... wait," Sweden mumbled and stumbled out of the room, a couple of curious nations at his heels. He sprinted upstairs with a horrified expression on his face and entered Finland's study, reaching for the right key in his pocket to unlock the closet, only to remember he didn't have one. He turned around to the nations who had followed him. "I need'a open this."
"Leave it to me," Spain grinned. "I know just the right guy to do that."
Soon the irritated Southern Italy was crouching beside the lock, grumbling under his breath about something or another that probably had something to do with Spain. Soon the picklock did its job and Sweden yanked the sturdy closet open to reveal a fine collection of firearms. Switzerland whistled behind him and looked suddenly quite happy to have come.
"Impressive," he noted, investigating the inside of the closet carefully. "Maybe it's worth finding him so we can have a little talk."
"Knew it," Sweden sighed and pressed his palm to one gap in the line of guns. One of the bigger ones was undoubtedly missing.
"So the missing one is the biggest he has at home," France sighed from the door. "You won't take something like that down for just anything."
"Actually, I think he always takes it with him to Russia," Estonia corrected.
"Eh?" Russia asked oblivious. "Why? And besides, I haven't seen it for a while."
"He hides it of course," Estonia answered, pushing his glasses up. "How, I don't know. And as to why, Russia, we could just go listen those voice messages again."
"Don't you dare..." heard an objection from multiple directions, except from Spain who instead chose to say, "yes, please."
After Romano had locked the closet door again, the nations returned back downstairs and found England in the process of rounding up more nations. Currently he was busy making Australia answer his phone. Some others followed his example, this seemed a fun way to not be doing Christmas preparations and besides, there were still nations out there who would be very angry if they were not invited. Half of the rest tried to hold them back and when they didn't succeed, proceeded to explore Finland's house. The very few who did none of this tried to come up with the plan to find Finland.
"Australia," England said emphatically. He was leaving another voice message. "I know you are in there and yes, I know you're on holiday, but you could still pick up your damn phone."
"I know that," Germany continued at the other end of the room. "But we should let Finland's president know about this."
"Don't you think she already does?" France hummed. "With his poor worried neighbour calling around everyone yesterday." He glanced at Sweden with a smile that wasn't returned.
"But they might not know that we're all currently visiting here," Germany insisted. "Twenty nations in a country is big deal out of blue."
"Isn't that just okay?" Russia waved his hand to such matters. "Wouldn't be the first time."
"But now Finland's not here with us!" Germany argued back and picked his phone. "I'll call her."
Russia grabbed the phone and prevented the other from using it. "It's okay, comrade Germany, I can be the host, da?"
"Rejected."
At the bookshelf Turkey was currently calling Egypt. "Yo man, are ya busy?" Pause. "Good, so ya can fly yar ass to Finland's?" Pause. "Just come and I'll explain– yes, Greece is here too." Pause. "Whaddya mean third wh– wait a minute, you don't think we would–"
Greece took the phone from him. "Egypt. Just come here." Then he hanged up.
"Hey, I was talking with him," Turkey objected loudly.
"Talking, huh..." Taiwan repeated quietly.
China shook his head. "It still confuses me how they manage to talk with him -especially on the phone- and understand even he when doesn't say anything."
"Down Under," England spat at the phone. "This is the last warning. Answer your phone, you slacker, or I'll tell everyone about the New Year party pillow incident."
He shut the phone and set in on the table in front of him, crossed his arms and waited.
"Oh. Aren't you calling again?" Hungary asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Just wait," England muttered and kept staring at the phone. As Australia treasured his holidays, he usually didn't care to talk about anything serious during one, and as England usually had something work related in mind when calling him, he usually didn't answer. But England had already thought of a trump card for whenever that happened. Soon the phone rang and with a smirk the Brit answered with the loud speakers on.
"Stop calling me 'Down Under'!"
England hummed victoriously and winked at Hungary. "See?"
"Could you people shut your mouths and phones for a while and listen!" Germany ordered loudly, irritated. "We need to find Finland, and –Prussia! Hands off his beer storage! – now we need to think up a way we can start searching."
"Oh, but that's easy," Russia assured and with everyone's baffled gaze on him he proceeded to open the window and leaned outside, raising his voice a little. "Oooi General! ♥"
"What?" General Winter asked, immediately appearing in front of him, like he always did if Russia just called him.
Germany appeared behind the Russian with Switzerland, Austria and England at his heels and the next second, Russia was treated to an A-level hit on his head courtesy of two fists, one palm and one rifle butt.
"TELL THOSE THINGS SOONER!"
Beta: CrescentLilly
Characters: Ensemble. In this chapter: Russia, Finland, General Winter, Germany, Spain, Austria, France, Sweden, Romano, Switzerland & others
Pairings: mistletoe/world
Rating: T
Genre: adventure, comedy
Warnings: Mistletoe, ridiculously cute critters, blatant disregard for foreign holiday traditions, abuse of classical ballet, some cursing and a few OCs.
Summary: With only a few days to Christmas the Nations should be busy preparing for the party. Only no one is really feeling like it, and that kinda-crucially-important little Finn is nowhere to be found.
Previous parts
On ff.net
~~~
"He appeared at my place on Friday afternoon," Russia explained with a wide smile. "And he just kept buzzing the doorbell while he waited for me to come let him in. Oh, to think that he was so anxious to see me..."
"Russia," Germany warned before the Russian had a few fellow nations at his throat again. It had been enough of a pain getting Norway and Denmark away from him; Belarus had been almost hopeless. Sweden had been too shocked about everything, so removing him had been relatively easy.
"Oh, yes, yes," Russia continued, making a face that could possibly have looked slightly apologetic if one had been appropriately inebriated. "Well, I was of course surprised that he showed up so suddenly, he usually doesn't stop by..."
"Oh, I wonder why," Norway mumbled dryly.
"...but I was even more surprised when the first thing he did was–"
Friday, December 17, afternoon
"Oh, comrade Finland? What gives me the honour–"
"Where's the General?" Finland interrupted, demand in his voice.
Russia looked baffled for a second before catching the question. "In the lounge. Why–"
Before he could finish his northwestern neighbour had shoved him aside, barged in and made his way down the corridor. Russia blinked a few times, closed the door and followed the weirdly acting nation into his lounge.
"General!" Finland called loudly as he slammed the door open. His eyes darted around for a while before General Winter appeared to him from the ice that covered one window.
"What?"
Russia didn't know what was going on, but his lips twisted into a sweet smile. "General~. I told you not to come inside so carelessly." He glanced at the gradually freezing furniture. The other two weren't listening to him.
"I need your assistance. You're coming with me," Finland stated with a tone that said there would be no room for arguments.
General Winter didn't understand nonverbal. "Not interested."
Finland huffed and grabbed the other by the collar to show what his tone meant in action. "I didn't ask you to be. Now move."
Russia raised his hand cautiously. "Um... comrade Finland? Maybe you shouldn't touch the General so–"
"Cold-resistant gloves. You should try," the Finn answered curtly and stomped past Russia again, dragging General Winter behind him. "Sorry for the disturbance, Russia. I'm going to borrow him for a while." Finland opened the door.
"Sure, no problem," Russia smiled, waving his hand. "Have fun, General, no hurry back! Oh, comrade Finland, could you stop carrying a rifle in my house? And whatever you do, don't–" But the door had already closed behind the two, leaving Russia to wonder what could possibly be happening.
"Oh well, whatever..."
~
"Something like that," Russia ended his story. "I haven't heard about him or the General after that. I tried calling him later though," he added, chuckling.
Half of the nations blushed. Spain tilted his head.
"Come on, share the fun, guys," he demanded, poking Austria. "Tell me, what happened here before I got Romano to admit he wanted to come."
"I never said such a thing, tomato brain!"
"I... I'll never repeat that," Austria said, coughing delicately and trying so hard not to blush that he blushed anyway.
Spain sighed, shaking his head. "If even you won't, who'll I ask? Why won't anyone tell me?"
Austria's blush settled as he frowned at the Spanish man. "I fail to understand what you mean by 'even me'."
Spain raised his hands. "Well you could tell me just to be polite. Besides you're a closet pervert, aren't ya?"
This time Austria blushed for real and grimaced in shock. "Whoever claimed such a thing?!"
"No one," Spain smiled. "I just know you are."
"I beg to differ!" the aristocratic nation objected. At this point he was so red that Mariazell had to work as a chimney to keep his brain from being permanently damaged after it had already taken a serious hit from the voice mail messages. Hungary had produced a video camera.
"Oh~ prissy, your face is telling otherwise," Prussia chirped, grinning viciously behind him and leaning closer.
"S-shut your mouth!" Austria pushed him back.
"Prussia, drop it," Germany ordered, sending a glare to his brother. "We're talking about Finland right now. Russia, so neither one came back?"
"That's right," Russia said, nodding.
"So Finland was last seen on Friday afternoon, in Russia, with an assault rifle, before going off radar along with General Winter," England summarised and finished taking notes down.
"Hm." France smiled knowingly. "I knew it. Elopers–"
"Shut up, frog!" England snapped before the Frenchman could continue.
"Svi, what's wrong with you?" Iceland asked suddenly, turning the general attention to the Nordics.
"W... wait," Sweden mumbled and stumbled out of the room, a couple of curious nations at his heels. He sprinted upstairs with a horrified expression on his face and entered Finland's study, reaching for the right key in his pocket to unlock the closet, only to remember he didn't have one. He turned around to the nations who had followed him. "I need'a open this."
"Leave it to me," Spain grinned. "I know just the right guy to do that."
Soon the irritated Southern Italy was crouching beside the lock, grumbling under his breath about something or another that probably had something to do with Spain. Soon the picklock did its job and Sweden yanked the sturdy closet open to reveal a fine collection of firearms. Switzerland whistled behind him and looked suddenly quite happy to have come.
"Impressive," he noted, investigating the inside of the closet carefully. "Maybe it's worth finding him so we can have a little talk."
"Knew it," Sweden sighed and pressed his palm to one gap in the line of guns. One of the bigger ones was undoubtedly missing.
"So the missing one is the biggest he has at home," France sighed from the door. "You won't take something like that down for just anything."
"Actually, I think he always takes it with him to Russia," Estonia corrected.
"Eh?" Russia asked oblivious. "Why? And besides, I haven't seen it for a while."
"He hides it of course," Estonia answered, pushing his glasses up. "How, I don't know. And as to why, Russia, we could just go listen those voice messages again."
"Don't you dare..." heard an objection from multiple directions, except from Spain who instead chose to say, "yes, please."
After Romano had locked the closet door again, the nations returned back downstairs and found England in the process of rounding up more nations. Currently he was busy making Australia answer his phone. Some others followed his example, this seemed a fun way to not be doing Christmas preparations and besides, there were still nations out there who would be very angry if they were not invited. Half of the rest tried to hold them back and when they didn't succeed, proceeded to explore Finland's house. The very few who did none of this tried to come up with the plan to find Finland.
"Australia," England said emphatically. He was leaving another voice message. "I know you are in there and yes, I know you're on holiday, but you could still pick up your damn phone."
"I know that," Germany continued at the other end of the room. "But we should let Finland's president know about this."
"Don't you think she already does?" France hummed. "With his poor worried neighbour calling around everyone yesterday." He glanced at Sweden with a smile that wasn't returned.
"But they might not know that we're all currently visiting here," Germany insisted. "Twenty nations in a country is big deal out of blue."
"Isn't that just okay?" Russia waved his hand to such matters. "Wouldn't be the first time."
"But now Finland's not here with us!" Germany argued back and picked his phone. "I'll call her."
Russia grabbed the phone and prevented the other from using it. "It's okay, comrade Germany, I can be the host, da?"
"Rejected."
At the bookshelf Turkey was currently calling Egypt. "Yo man, are ya busy?" Pause. "Good, so ya can fly yar ass to Finland's?" Pause. "Just come and I'll explain– yes, Greece is here too." Pause. "Whaddya mean third wh– wait a minute, you don't think we would–"
Greece took the phone from him. "Egypt. Just come here." Then he hanged up.
"Hey, I was talking with him," Turkey objected loudly.
"Talking, huh..." Taiwan repeated quietly.
China shook his head. "It still confuses me how they manage to talk with him -especially on the phone- and understand even he when doesn't say anything."
"Down Under," England spat at the phone. "This is the last warning. Answer your phone, you slacker, or I'll tell everyone about the New Year party pillow incident."
He shut the phone and set in on the table in front of him, crossed his arms and waited.
"Oh. Aren't you calling again?" Hungary asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Just wait," England muttered and kept staring at the phone. As Australia treasured his holidays, he usually didn't care to talk about anything serious during one, and as England usually had something work related in mind when calling him, he usually didn't answer. But England had already thought of a trump card for whenever that happened. Soon the phone rang and with a smirk the Brit answered with the loud speakers on.
"Stop calling me 'Down Under'!"
England hummed victoriously and winked at Hungary. "See?"
"Could you people shut your mouths and phones for a while and listen!" Germany ordered loudly, irritated. "We need to find Finland, and –Prussia! Hands off his beer storage! – now we need to think up a way we can start searching."
"Oh, but that's easy," Russia assured and with everyone's baffled gaze on him he proceeded to open the window and leaned outside, raising his voice a little. "Oooi General! ♥"
"What?" General Winter asked, immediately appearing in front of him, like he always did if Russia just called him.
Germany appeared behind the Russian with Switzerland, Austria and England at his heels and the next second, Russia was treated to an A-level hit on his head courtesy of two fists, one palm and one rifle butt.
"TELL THOSE THINGS SOONER!"
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That should be "she". *goes back to reading on*
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Also hi, glad to see you reading o/