[fic fill] the night masquerade
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hetaliasunshinetitle; The Night Masquerade
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recipient; cayenne (anonymous) ♥
characters/pairings; America + The Nordics, with noises from the world in the background (ensemble). No pairing.
rating; PG, thanks to Denmark.
notes; Special thanks tostarsweptautumn who's willing to beta-read this ♥
summary; “The Nordics are not a coven of vampires, no matter how pale or suspicious they may seem.” America called them sparkly vampires. The Nordics wasn’t impressed, and Norway planned a revenge.
It started out as America’s theory. Correction: America’s stupid, inane theory. And then it spread out like a wildfire until every Nation in the conference room burst out laughing at it. Norway was not impressed. And he knew that beyond the apathetic demeanor, Iceland wasn’t impressed, either. Finland was laughing awkwardly while Sweden sat in his usual silence beside him, occasionally mumbling incomprehensible things. Denmark, being the idiot he is, laughed along with all of them and made remarks that made everyone else laugh harder. Norway had to strangle him with his tie to make him stop.
You wonder, what exactly is America’s so-called daft theory? Well, let’s start at the beginning. In the beginning, the universe was created, and this has been regarded as a bad move by a lot of people. Anyway, people came into existence and whatnot shortly after that, and so do the Nations, and not long after all this creation stuff you have a conference room and the usual World Meeting. Said meeting started out as a usual meeting, full of America’s babblings about how he’s going to save the world and the usual objections from the blond duo, better known to the world as the Nations of England and France. It was boring, and much to Norway’s dismay, the seating arrangement placed him beside Denmark, so he had to endure his Southern neighbor’s inane babbling as well. Fortunately, he had been listening to it since he was little, so it was easier to dismiss. Then in an attempt to attract his so-called best friend’s attention, or just being his usual idiot self, Denmark dropped his coffee (which was a little bit too close to the edge, he noted).
Things went downhill from there.
He had no idea how, but the room went silent after Denmark did that. Said country only grinned (as if he did nothing wrong) and didn’t even apologize or anything. In fact, he went to a full-scale babbling about something America was talking about seconds before the fall of Denmark’s coffee. And then America stood up.
“Guys, guys, listen up. I’ve got something on my mind!” He dismissed Denmark casually with a wave of his hand and took his usual, so-called “heroic” stance in the spotlight (not that there’s an actual spotlight in there, but you know, phrases). The rest of the world shifted their attention to the American, except for England. The British man snorted and interjected before America could say anything else.
“What asinine idea do you have in mind this time, you bloody git?”
Like usual, he ignored England’s sarcastic remark (or took it seriously) and carried on with his speech. ‘Keep calm and ignore England’ is his typical attitude when it comes to meetings. Actually, it probably was ‘keep calm and ignore everybody else’.
“Have you guys ever noticed just how pale the Nordics are?” There’s a murmur of agreement, and the rest of the room turned their attention to the ill-fated Nordics. Someone blurted out a daring ‘so what?’ and America resumed his speech. “Or just how suspicious they are! Yeah! I bet they’re vampires!”
The rest of the room fell silent once again. Romano stopped yelling profanities at Spain. Switzerland stopped polishing his gun. And Germany…no one knows what happened to him, actually. The meeting had probably given him a horrible, horrible headache. Norway caught Latvia staring at him and he stared back. The Baltic Nation started to shake violently and cry.
“I bet they sparkle, too! And I bet Iceland’s volcano explosion was one of his vampiric tricks! What’s the volcano’s name again?” He stuffed the burger perched in the table in front of him into his mouth and mumbled something that suspiciously sound exactly like Eyjafjallajökull. The murmur of agreement grows louder and then, someone shouted (Norway could never determine who this guy was):
“What about Prussia?”
Hungary snorted and laughed so hard and so unladylike she almost fell down from her chair. France said something in horribly mangled English, nobody could understand. Latvia shook and cried harder (like a vibrator), it’s comical (and amusing, the Nordic noted) to watch him and in the meanwhile, Estonia yelled his trademark yell every time someone made his little brother cry. Belarus appeared out of nowhere behind Lithuania and broke the brunette’s fingers meticulously. Chaos broke loose. This is when our German hero steps in. Hint: it’s not the other suspected vampire.
“Everyone, listen up!” This time, Germany was the one who stood up (it seemed like he’d gotten over his horrible headache) and took the spotlight. “Stop your off-topic laughing madness and let’s try to return to the topic at hand! Prussia is not a vampire, and,” He glanced at the Nordics. “Neither are the Nordics. Return to your respective seats at once and raise your hand if you want to say something!”
“But Germany-“
“You are only permitted to say something important, America.”
Needless to say, the meeting was dismissed shortly after that, but the scar of being called a vampire, and a sparkly one at that, still remained. Norway decided that he wanted revenge. Letting his nisse wreck havoc and knock some sense into the American sounded like a good idea, but the effect wouldn’t last long.
An idea crossed his mind during the return flight from Washington, DC to Oslo. A brilliant idea.
♕
“Danmörk, you stepped on my feet.”
“Yer foot’s in the way, Ice!”
“No. Your foot’s in the way.”
“But-“
“Shut up.” Norway intentionally stepped on Denmark’s other foot, effectively silencing the other Scandinavian. Only not, because he let out a (not so) small yelp and opened his mouth to protest. Norway gave him a glare and quickly cut him off. “You’re being too noisy, you.”
“Wh’t ‘re w’ d’ing ‘gain?” Sweden chimed in. Finland was glancing around restlessly beside him, and unlike the other Nordics, he was looking rather awkward in the vampire attire his not-husband had sewn him. Actually, Sweden was the one who was behind the clothes they wear tonight. Norway has bribed him with a bunch of ABBA CDs (and some of the “best” surströmming he’d come across), and even though he already had them all, he agreed do to the holy task Norway had bestowed upon him. He thought that Sweden did a good job, not that he’d ever admit it. Denmark was the only one who kept complaining, but that was understandable, since they forced him to wear a dress. One of them had to be the vampire princess. Not that the process of selecting it was unfair. A voting was held the night before and all of them chose Denmark. Except for said Nation, because he voted for Sweden. Needless to say, Denmark got the unfortunate position. Such is his fate.
“We’re giving America a taste of his own medicine.”
That being said, Iceland put the long blond wig Norway had given him on Denmark’s head.
“A vampire princess gotta look pretty.”
♕
The inside of America’s house was dark, just like what Norway had expected. The country who owned the house had probably fell asleep by now in his room, thinking that he’s perfectly safe and sound and no ghost or demon could haunt him tonight, despite it being Halloween. He probably thought that since it was his holiday, he knows everything about it and thus, nothing could harm him. How wrong he was. But America wasn’t the only one who was wrong, since Norway’s prediction was wrong, too. The American wasn’t asleep yet, proven by the fact that there was music blasting down from upstairs. Norway raised one of his eyebrows in subtle amusement.
“Fin, make some noise.”
The Finnish man do as he was told and dropped some of America’s things that were practically everywhere in the room, what with it being his living room and all.
“Is that enough?”
There’s no response from the Nation he was addressing. The music stopped for a short while. Iceland knocked a chair down and the music stopped completely.
“Good job, Ice.” Norway said in his usual, bored tone. The silence returned, but not for long, because there were footsteps coming from upstairs, and they were coming downstairs hastily. “Sve, you’re first.” Then he pulled Denmark along (because clearly, the other country was too stupid to find a hiding place by himself) and hid both of them behind the couch. Iceland and Finland quickly followed suit ---the latter hid himself near the door and the first hid himself near the bookshelf (he noticed the ungodly presence of the sparkly vampires novel, otherwise known as Twilight and its friends. He refused to call it a saga).
The footsteps got closer and closer and eventually, the owner yanked the door open. Obviously, it was America, with his hair jutting out everywhere (was he trying to sleep? With music?) and a rather panicked look upon his face. He glanced around and was about to say something, but before he could go any further, he noticed Sweden, standing in the middle of the room, and staring directly into his very soul. The look upon his face multiplied itself by tenfold and, as dark as it was, Norway could see that his feet started to shake.
“Wha- what are you doing here? In my house?”
“N’th’ng.”
The answer obviously baffled America, and probably terrorized him more, proven by the fact that he could only make weird gurgling noises. Norway made a gesture to Finland. The violet-eyed country nodded in understanding and dropped some more of the American’s things. It distracted the owner and efficiently gave time for Iceland to slip out of his hiding place and take his rightful place in the sofa. When America snapped out of his shock a moment later, Sweden wasn’t the one that caught his attention anymore.
“We’re here to suck your blood, you know.” The Icelander said casually, and Finland, sliding out of his hiding place, chimed in. “But we don’t appreciate the thought that we sparkle.”
The glint in Finland’s eyes was rarely being seen, but it was for the best. It sent chills down your spine and was truly disturbing. Even Sweden cowered slightly in the light of the sudden boost of his so-called wife’s creepy points.
“B- but…you guys do sparkle! Stephenie Meyer said so!”
“Discard your beliefs about sparkly vampires and we’ll leave you alone.”
Wrong answer in America’s part, and Norway emerged from behind the couch. The superpower let out an ungodly scream and it seems like he could burst out crying any second from now.
“Leave me alone! You wouldn’t like my blood, it tastes too much like hamburger! And Coke!”
“Our princess wanted to have a word with you.”
Norway dragged their elected “princess” from behind the couch, but at the mere sight of him, America dashed out of the room, crying and screaming in the true spirit of a frightened American. Well, it wasn’t part of the plan. The Nordic glanced at Denmark.
No wonder he was more terrifying than Sweden.
“You truly are beautiful, Danmark.”
♕
Instead of making America regret his action of calling them vampires, it backfired. During the next meeting, he screamed at the sight of them and told everyone how they were actual vampires. The only exception was Denmark, because America didn’t recognize him that night (“the princess looked a lot like Denmark.” he contributed wisely. But that’s all he said about him).
“Hey, Norway, how come you didn’t sparkle today?”
Norway sighed inaudibly. It seems like they’re going to spend forever denying that they’re vampires, especially sparkly ones. And forever is a long, long time, you know.
A/N: Title shamelessly yanked from a Dimmu Borgir song.Cheesy, I know.
author;
decaydreams recipient; cayenne (anonymous) ♥
characters/pairings; America + The Nordics, with noises from the world in the background (ensemble). No pairing.
rating; PG, thanks to Denmark.
notes; Special thanks to
starsweptautumn who's willing to beta-read this ♥summary; “The Nordics are not a coven of vampires, no matter how pale or suspicious they may seem.” America called them sparkly vampires. The Nordics wasn’t impressed, and Norway planned a revenge.
It started out as America’s theory. Correction: America’s stupid, inane theory. And then it spread out like a wildfire until every Nation in the conference room burst out laughing at it. Norway was not impressed. And he knew that beyond the apathetic demeanor, Iceland wasn’t impressed, either. Finland was laughing awkwardly while Sweden sat in his usual silence beside him, occasionally mumbling incomprehensible things. Denmark, being the idiot he is, laughed along with all of them and made remarks that made everyone else laugh harder. Norway had to strangle him with his tie to make him stop.
You wonder, what exactly is America’s so-called daft theory? Well, let’s start at the beginning. In the beginning, the universe was created, and this has been regarded as a bad move by a lot of people. Anyway, people came into existence and whatnot shortly after that, and so do the Nations, and not long after all this creation stuff you have a conference room and the usual World Meeting. Said meeting started out as a usual meeting, full of America’s babblings about how he’s going to save the world and the usual objections from the blond duo, better known to the world as the Nations of England and France. It was boring, and much to Norway’s dismay, the seating arrangement placed him beside Denmark, so he had to endure his Southern neighbor’s inane babbling as well. Fortunately, he had been listening to it since he was little, so it was easier to dismiss. Then in an attempt to attract his so-called best friend’s attention, or just being his usual idiot self, Denmark dropped his coffee (which was a little bit too close to the edge, he noted).
Things went downhill from there.
He had no idea how, but the room went silent after Denmark did that. Said country only grinned (as if he did nothing wrong) and didn’t even apologize or anything. In fact, he went to a full-scale babbling about something America was talking about seconds before the fall of Denmark’s coffee. And then America stood up.
“Guys, guys, listen up. I’ve got something on my mind!” He dismissed Denmark casually with a wave of his hand and took his usual, so-called “heroic” stance in the spotlight (not that there’s an actual spotlight in there, but you know, phrases). The rest of the world shifted their attention to the American, except for England. The British man snorted and interjected before America could say anything else.
“What asinine idea do you have in mind this time, you bloody git?”
Like usual, he ignored England’s sarcastic remark (or took it seriously) and carried on with his speech. ‘Keep calm and ignore England’ is his typical attitude when it comes to meetings. Actually, it probably was ‘keep calm and ignore everybody else’.
“Have you guys ever noticed just how pale the Nordics are?” There’s a murmur of agreement, and the rest of the room turned their attention to the ill-fated Nordics. Someone blurted out a daring ‘so what?’ and America resumed his speech. “Or just how suspicious they are! Yeah! I bet they’re vampires!”
The rest of the room fell silent once again. Romano stopped yelling profanities at Spain. Switzerland stopped polishing his gun. And Germany…no one knows what happened to him, actually. The meeting had probably given him a horrible, horrible headache. Norway caught Latvia staring at him and he stared back. The Baltic Nation started to shake violently and cry.
“I bet they sparkle, too! And I bet Iceland’s volcano explosion was one of his vampiric tricks! What’s the volcano’s name again?” He stuffed the burger perched in the table in front of him into his mouth and mumbled something that suspiciously sound exactly like Eyjafjallajökull. The murmur of agreement grows louder and then, someone shouted (Norway could never determine who this guy was):
“What about Prussia?”
Hungary snorted and laughed so hard and so unladylike she almost fell down from her chair. France said something in horribly mangled English, nobody could understand. Latvia shook and cried harder (like a vibrator), it’s comical (and amusing, the Nordic noted) to watch him and in the meanwhile, Estonia yelled his trademark yell every time someone made his little brother cry. Belarus appeared out of nowhere behind Lithuania and broke the brunette’s fingers meticulously. Chaos broke loose. This is when our German hero steps in. Hint: it’s not the other suspected vampire.
“Everyone, listen up!” This time, Germany was the one who stood up (it seemed like he’d gotten over his horrible headache) and took the spotlight. “Stop your off-topic laughing madness and let’s try to return to the topic at hand! Prussia is not a vampire, and,” He glanced at the Nordics. “Neither are the Nordics. Return to your respective seats at once and raise your hand if you want to say something!”
“But Germany-“
“You are only permitted to say something important, America.”
Needless to say, the meeting was dismissed shortly after that, but the scar of being called a vampire, and a sparkly one at that, still remained. Norway decided that he wanted revenge. Letting his nisse wreck havoc and knock some sense into the American sounded like a good idea, but the effect wouldn’t last long.
An idea crossed his mind during the return flight from Washington, DC to Oslo. A brilliant idea.
“Danmörk, you stepped on my feet.”
“Yer foot’s in the way, Ice!”
“No. Your foot’s in the way.”
“But-“
“Shut up.” Norway intentionally stepped on Denmark’s other foot, effectively silencing the other Scandinavian. Only not, because he let out a (not so) small yelp and opened his mouth to protest. Norway gave him a glare and quickly cut him off. “You’re being too noisy, you.”
“Wh’t ‘re w’ d’ing ‘gain?” Sweden chimed in. Finland was glancing around restlessly beside him, and unlike the other Nordics, he was looking rather awkward in the vampire attire his not-husband had sewn him. Actually, Sweden was the one who was behind the clothes they wear tonight. Norway has bribed him with a bunch of ABBA CDs (and some of the “best” surströmming he’d come across), and even though he already had them all, he agreed do to the holy task Norway had bestowed upon him. He thought that Sweden did a good job, not that he’d ever admit it. Denmark was the only one who kept complaining, but that was understandable, since they forced him to wear a dress. One of them had to be the vampire princess. Not that the process of selecting it was unfair. A voting was held the night before and all of them chose Denmark. Except for said Nation, because he voted for Sweden. Needless to say, Denmark got the unfortunate position. Such is his fate.
“We’re giving America a taste of his own medicine.”
That being said, Iceland put the long blond wig Norway had given him on Denmark’s head.
“A vampire princess gotta look pretty.”
The inside of America’s house was dark, just like what Norway had expected. The country who owned the house had probably fell asleep by now in his room, thinking that he’s perfectly safe and sound and no ghost or demon could haunt him tonight, despite it being Halloween. He probably thought that since it was his holiday, he knows everything about it and thus, nothing could harm him. How wrong he was. But America wasn’t the only one who was wrong, since Norway’s prediction was wrong, too. The American wasn’t asleep yet, proven by the fact that there was music blasting down from upstairs. Norway raised one of his eyebrows in subtle amusement.
“Fin, make some noise.”
The Finnish man do as he was told and dropped some of America’s things that were practically everywhere in the room, what with it being his living room and all.
“Is that enough?”
There’s no response from the Nation he was addressing. The music stopped for a short while. Iceland knocked a chair down and the music stopped completely.
“Good job, Ice.” Norway said in his usual, bored tone. The silence returned, but not for long, because there were footsteps coming from upstairs, and they were coming downstairs hastily. “Sve, you’re first.” Then he pulled Denmark along (because clearly, the other country was too stupid to find a hiding place by himself) and hid both of them behind the couch. Iceland and Finland quickly followed suit ---the latter hid himself near the door and the first hid himself near the bookshelf (he noticed the ungodly presence of the sparkly vampires novel, otherwise known as Twilight and its friends. He refused to call it a saga).
The footsteps got closer and closer and eventually, the owner yanked the door open. Obviously, it was America, with his hair jutting out everywhere (was he trying to sleep? With music?) and a rather panicked look upon his face. He glanced around and was about to say something, but before he could go any further, he noticed Sweden, standing in the middle of the room, and staring directly into his very soul. The look upon his face multiplied itself by tenfold and, as dark as it was, Norway could see that his feet started to shake.
“Wha- what are you doing here? In my house?”
“N’th’ng.”
The answer obviously baffled America, and probably terrorized him more, proven by the fact that he could only make weird gurgling noises. Norway made a gesture to Finland. The violet-eyed country nodded in understanding and dropped some more of the American’s things. It distracted the owner and efficiently gave time for Iceland to slip out of his hiding place and take his rightful place in the sofa. When America snapped out of his shock a moment later, Sweden wasn’t the one that caught his attention anymore.
“We’re here to suck your blood, you know.” The Icelander said casually, and Finland, sliding out of his hiding place, chimed in. “But we don’t appreciate the thought that we sparkle.”
The glint in Finland’s eyes was rarely being seen, but it was for the best. It sent chills down your spine and was truly disturbing. Even Sweden cowered slightly in the light of the sudden boost of his so-called wife’s creepy points.
“B- but…you guys do sparkle! Stephenie Meyer said so!”
“Discard your beliefs about sparkly vampires and we’ll leave you alone.”
Wrong answer in America’s part, and Norway emerged from behind the couch. The superpower let out an ungodly scream and it seems like he could burst out crying any second from now.
“Leave me alone! You wouldn’t like my blood, it tastes too much like hamburger! And Coke!”
“Our princess wanted to have a word with you.”
Norway dragged their elected “princess” from behind the couch, but at the mere sight of him, America dashed out of the room, crying and screaming in the true spirit of a frightened American. Well, it wasn’t part of the plan. The Nordic glanced at Denmark.
No wonder he was more terrifying than Sweden.
“You truly are beautiful, Danmark.”
Instead of making America regret his action of calling them vampires, it backfired. During the next meeting, he screamed at the sight of them and told everyone how they were actual vampires. The only exception was Denmark, because America didn’t recognize him that night (“the princess looked a lot like Denmark.” he contributed wisely. But that’s all he said about him).
“Hey, Norway, how come you didn’t sparkle today?”
Norway sighed inaudibly. It seems like they’re going to spend forever denying that they’re vampires, especially sparkly ones. And forever is a long, long time, you know.
A/N: Title shamelessly yanked from a Dimmu Borgir song.
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