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You didn't know how you had managed to get in this situation, but here you were, nevertheless. Five rather large figures had backed you into an alley, one of which was covering your mouth and another of which was holding your arms and waist. The leader, a blond, bulky fellow, was cracking his knuckles, turning towards you only once with a glance so memorable that shivers fell down your spine every time you saw him.
"Quit moving so much, doll-face. It only makes it harder for both of us," a voice whispered in your ear, making you cringe and struggle even more. The voice chuckled hoarsely, and you felt tears spring into your eyes.
"Sixty dollars, Lutz. And-a a passport, a license, a couple cards I don't-a know…"
"Zhat's good enough, Luciano," the blond man said.
"Good-a enough?"
"Good enough to know that ve'll need better compensation zhan zhat for our time." The blond man's lips turned upwards into a sardonic smile. "Vhat do jou say, princess? Oh, vait…" The blond man cleared his throat. "Jou can't say much of anyzhing, can you?"
In a last-ditch attempt, you bit down hard on the hand covering your mouth.
"BLOODY HELL! The poppet BIT me! Naughty poppet! Very, very naughty!"
Your cheek burnt as it was slapped, sending you stumbling towards the ground. A pair of hands wrapped around your throat, and you felt the world darken as the hands began to squeeze. Your lungs were burning, your heart was pounding, your brain was exploding.
Was this the…?
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
You heard a strange war-cry break into the fray, and managed to see a tall, well-built man with gravity-defying hair swinging an axe towards one of your pursuers. Luciano, or something like that.
The hands around your throat slackened, and your body plummeted towards the ground. You landed heavily face-down in a suspicious pile of litter, mud, and grime. You tried to move your hands and legs, but found yourself powerless to do so.
Were you dead?
The sounds of a fight raged around you, and you understood snippets, like "Damn that Dane!" and "HE'S A WITCH, I tell you! A WITCH!"
Hmm. Maybe you understood less than you thought.
You felt a gentle pair of hands wrap under your body, close to your stomach, and you felt yourself turned over. Your head wrested on something soft and warm, while the hands made themselves busy wiping mud away from your eyes, nose, and mouth.
"She's still breathing, Emil," you heard a voice say. "Hold her head up a little more."
You tried to move or speak, but found yourself still paralysed, still frozen.
"Poor thing's in shock," the voice said, and you felt a warm presence fill your hand. "Do you think she'll wake up soon?"
"Better hope so," said another voice, possibly 'Emil'. "Those three look like their having too much fun."
The first voice laughed lightly. "Oh, they're just reliving their Viking days. Really, this lady has no idea what a favour she's...oh, look, Emil. I think she's waking up!"
Your eyes fluttered open almost involuntarily, and you found yourself face-to-face with a horribly cheerful violet-eyed blond.
You jumped up, and backed away from the man, only to crash into another man behind you.
"No, no! Don't worry! We're not here to hurt you. My name's Tino, and this is Emil. Oh, poor thing, you're shaking! Don't worry, you're safe!" Tino wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close towards him. "What's your name?"
You tried to answer, but all which escaped from your lips was a soft hissing noise. You tried again, then clutched your throat as the pain diffused through your neck.
"Don't push yourself. You got hurt rather badly," said Tino. "We can get along just fine without worrying about speaking, okay?"
"H'w's th' g'rl?" You turned your head to see three taller men approaching you. One you recognised as the spiky-haired axe man from earlier.
"Oh, are you done?" Emil spoke for the first time. "About time, too."
"What's that supposed to mean, little brother?" said one of the men.
"Sopolini, this is Matthias, Berwald, and Lukas," said Tino. Each man nodded his head in turn, and you gave them all a big grin.
"Sopolini? Is that her name?" Matthias asked, snickering.
"Well, she can't speak," Tino said, hesitantly. "So I just gave her a name…"
"'nt'r'st'ng n'm'," said Berwald. You could have sworn he seemed slightly amused, but his stoic expression made it hard to tell.
"Well, might as well head home now," said Lukas. The others nodded their assent, and Tino linked his arm in yours.
You touched his shoulder and held out your hands, shaking your head.
"What's wrong, sopolini?" You were starting to seriously wonder what that name meant.
You pointed towards Lukas and the other Nordics, the road, and shook your head.
"Don't be silly!" Tino said, catching on before the others. "We can't let you go alone like this! At least let us patch you up. We need to put something cold on that bruise of yours."
You shook your head, pulling your arm away from Tino's. The man was insistent, however, and grabbed your hand before you could move a foot. Shocking you even further, Tino placed one arm beneath your knees and picked you up, walking quickly down the street.
"You're coming with us, even if I have to carry you myself," Tino growled, masking his usual cheeriness. This sobered you, and you quietly allowed yourself to be carried through the streets. A few minutes passed before Tino looked down at you.
"Sorry if I was a little harsh," he said softly, a light pink tinge covering his cheeks. "I just don't want to see a pretty girl like you get hurt again."
You smiled, telling him that everything was forgiven, before motioning to the ground.
"You want to walk? I don't know if that's…"
You pouted, furrowing your brow.
"Well, alright, but if you trip, I'm picking you up again!"
Tino insisted on holding your hand all the way to his house, although you suspected it had less to do with the prospect of you "tripping" and more to do with the rosy blush his face had acquired.
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"Would you like some hot chocolate, sopolini?" Tino said, carrying a large tray into the living room, where you and the other Nordics sat.
You looked at Tino with sad, apologetic eyes as you rubbed your stomach and touched your head.
"You're hungry?" Tino smiled. "I can…"
You shook your head, pointing at the chocolate, then your stomach, then your throat, making a gagging sound.
"You're allergic to chocolate!"
"That's terrible!" said Lukas. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's not as bad as being allergic to licorice," said Emil.
"Oh, dear, hmmm….I'll just…" You reached over and touched Tino's arm, letting him know that everything was okay. "B-But what if you're hungry? Thirsty?"
You shook your head, touching your throat to let him know that it was still sore.
"Can I get you an ice pack, at least?"
A silent laugh bubbled out from your chest as you nodded, and a relieved Tino went back into the kitchen to grab an ice pack.
"So…sopolini…" began Matthias. "Damn, I can't even say that with a straight face…"
You shrugged your shoulders to ask 'why'.
"Eh…don't think I can tell you…" Matthias said, scratching his head. "Because Finny would kill me if I...GA-ACK!"
Lukas had reached over and choked Matthias with his tie. "Stupid Dane," he muttered.
"Mmmmph-ah-ah-gack-okay-I'm fine," said Matthias, fixing his tie back in place. "In any case, kid, where're you from? At least you can tell us that much."
That you could. You crossed your arms and began to shiver.
"It's cold, where you're from?" said Lukas.
You nodded, then stretched your arms out.
"It's a big place?"
"It's up north?"
You nodded.
"Must be Denmark!" said Matthias happily.
"Or Norway."
"Or Iceland."
"'r Sw'd'n."
You shook your head, smiling slightly.
"Finland?" Tino reappeared, handing you an ice pack.
Nope.
"Russia?"
"Germany?"
"Antarctica?"
Nope, nope, and definitely NO.
BANG!
Norway dropped a large atlas in front of you. "This might help."
Smiling your thanks, you opened the book to a page near the beginning.
"…Canada?"
"O-oh."
Tino clapped his hands together. "That's wonderful! We can go to the World Meeting on Tuesday and have you meet Matthew! He'll know what to do."
"Meet who?"
"Shut it , you stupid Dane!"
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The Nordics let you use the guest room over the next two days, and gave you the full run of the house. You found, among other things, Tino's shooting range, Emil's licorice stash (which you made the mistake of pinching from. Damn you, Mr Puffin.), Matthias' axe collection, Berwald's workshop tools, and Norway's magic room (that could scar a girl for life). Your voice hadn't returned, but Tino in particular became good at reading your body language and hand gestures, making sure to leave any and all chocolate out of your reach.
Truth be told, you were starting to feel a little more than friendly towards the happy Finn. But there was no way he could feel the same way towards you.
...right?
The day of the World Meeting arrived, and the Nordics gave you a rather nice outfit to wear, considering theirs was a house of five men. It was a light blue skirt suit with a white blouse and a blue scarf.
Why did that colour scheme sound somewhat familiar?
When you reached the meeting room, Tino took your arm and lead you over to a handsome young man with glasses, on whose lap sat an adorable polar bear.
You would have squealed had your voice been restored.
"Canada!" Tino said, giving your arm a light squeeze. "There's someone here I need you to…"
BOOM!
Screams filled the air as your blond attacker from yesterday entered the room, flanked by his entire coterie. In his left hand he held a smoking Luger...which was pointed directly at you.
"Hand over the girl, and no one gets hurt."
You felt Tino release his grip on you, and you almost fainted. Not that you expected him to stand up for you (after all, you had met yesterday), but wouldn't a little hesitation have been common courtesy?
The man (Lutz, you believed) must have noticed your consternation, because he chuckled coldly as he walked towards you. "Well, well….no saviours today, are…?"
Lutz was cut off by the butt of a sniper rifle, which had found its way onto his forehead. Tino stepped in front of you, his eyes not leaving Lutz's face.
"I suggest," Tino growled, "that you find some other person to harrass, Lutz. Aren't there any girls where you come from? Luciano too much for you to handle?"
You heard cries of anguish from the doorway, but the stress of yesterday and now today was growing too much, and you began to see stars.
"She's fainting!" someone yelled just as the sound of gunshots filled your ears.
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"W-w-what?" you spluttered, coughing up a pool of blood as your eyes opened.
"She speaks!" a blond man in front of you shouted before throwing his arms around you. "Thank goodness, sopolini!"
"What's a sock-on-blini?"
"Oh…" The blond man blushed. "It means...sweetheart. Or darling. Oh, I'm so glad you're okay! I thought for a second Lutz had done something when I wasn't looking! Do you remember your name now? We can have Canada look up your family and see where you live...though I'd love it if you'd consider staying...at least for a little while? I know this might be sudden..." The flush on the blond man's face betrayed his fervent emotions. "But I'd really like to get to know you better. And protect you from the 2p's, too! I could, you know! If you'd only give me a chance…"
"Oh…" you said, scratching your head. "Er, that's nice of you, I think...but...do I...know you?"
"Quit moving so much, doll-face. It only makes it harder for both of us," a voice whispered in your ear, making you cringe and struggle even more. The voice chuckled hoarsely, and you felt tears spring into your eyes.
"Sixty dollars, Lutz. And-a a passport, a license, a couple cards I don't-a know…"
"Zhat's good enough, Luciano," the blond man said.
"Good-a enough?"
"Good enough to know that ve'll need better compensation zhan zhat for our time." The blond man's lips turned upwards into a sardonic smile. "Vhat do jou say, princess? Oh, vait…" The blond man cleared his throat. "Jou can't say much of anyzhing, can you?"
In a last-ditch attempt, you bit down hard on the hand covering your mouth.
"BLOODY HELL! The poppet BIT me! Naughty poppet! Very, very naughty!"
Your cheek burnt as it was slapped, sending you stumbling towards the ground. A pair of hands wrapped around your throat, and you felt the world darken as the hands began to squeeze. Your lungs were burning, your heart was pounding, your brain was exploding.
Was this the…?
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
You heard a strange war-cry break into the fray, and managed to see a tall, well-built man with gravity-defying hair swinging an axe towards one of your pursuers. Luciano, or something like that.
The hands around your throat slackened, and your body plummeted towards the ground. You landed heavily face-down in a suspicious pile of litter, mud, and grime. You tried to move your hands and legs, but found yourself powerless to do so.
Were you dead?
The sounds of a fight raged around you, and you understood snippets, like "Damn that Dane!" and "HE'S A WITCH, I tell you! A WITCH!"
Hmm. Maybe you understood less than you thought.
You felt a gentle pair of hands wrap under your body, close to your stomach, and you felt yourself turned over. Your head wrested on something soft and warm, while the hands made themselves busy wiping mud away from your eyes, nose, and mouth.
"She's still breathing, Emil," you heard a voice say. "Hold her head up a little more."
You tried to move or speak, but found yourself still paralysed, still frozen.
"Poor thing's in shock," the voice said, and you felt a warm presence fill your hand. "Do you think she'll wake up soon?"
"Better hope so," said another voice, possibly 'Emil'. "Those three look like their having too much fun."
The first voice laughed lightly. "Oh, they're just reliving their Viking days. Really, this lady has no idea what a favour she's...oh, look, Emil. I think she's waking up!"
Your eyes fluttered open almost involuntarily, and you found yourself face-to-face with a horribly cheerful violet-eyed blond.
You jumped up, and backed away from the man, only to crash into another man behind you.
"No, no! Don't worry! We're not here to hurt you. My name's Tino, and this is Emil. Oh, poor thing, you're shaking! Don't worry, you're safe!" Tino wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close towards him. "What's your name?"
You tried to answer, but all which escaped from your lips was a soft hissing noise. You tried again, then clutched your throat as the pain diffused through your neck.
"Don't push yourself. You got hurt rather badly," said Tino. "We can get along just fine without worrying about speaking, okay?"
"H'w's th' g'rl?" You turned your head to see three taller men approaching you. One you recognised as the spiky-haired axe man from earlier.
"Oh, are you done?" Emil spoke for the first time. "About time, too."
"What's that supposed to mean, little brother?" said one of the men.
"Sopolini, this is Matthias, Berwald, and Lukas," said Tino. Each man nodded his head in turn, and you gave them all a big grin.
"Sopolini? Is that her name?" Matthias asked, snickering.
"Well, she can't speak," Tino said, hesitantly. "So I just gave her a name…"
"'nt'r'st'ng n'm'," said Berwald. You could have sworn he seemed slightly amused, but his stoic expression made it hard to tell.
"Well, might as well head home now," said Lukas. The others nodded their assent, and Tino linked his arm in yours.
You touched his shoulder and held out your hands, shaking your head.
"What's wrong, sopolini?" You were starting to seriously wonder what that name meant.
You pointed towards Lukas and the other Nordics, the road, and shook your head.
"Don't be silly!" Tino said, catching on before the others. "We can't let you go alone like this! At least let us patch you up. We need to put something cold on that bruise of yours."
You shook your head, pulling your arm away from Tino's. The man was insistent, however, and grabbed your hand before you could move a foot. Shocking you even further, Tino placed one arm beneath your knees and picked you up, walking quickly down the street.
"You're coming with us, even if I have to carry you myself," Tino growled, masking his usual cheeriness. This sobered you, and you quietly allowed yourself to be carried through the streets. A few minutes passed before Tino looked down at you.
"Sorry if I was a little harsh," he said softly, a light pink tinge covering his cheeks. "I just don't want to see a pretty girl like you get hurt again."
You smiled, telling him that everything was forgiven, before motioning to the ground.
"You want to walk? I don't know if that's…"
You pouted, furrowing your brow.
"Well, alright, but if you trip, I'm picking you up again!"
Tino insisted on holding your hand all the way to his house, although you suspected it had less to do with the prospect of you "tripping" and more to do with the rosy blush his face had acquired.
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"Would you like some hot chocolate, sopolini?" Tino said, carrying a large tray into the living room, where you and the other Nordics sat.
You looked at Tino with sad, apologetic eyes as you rubbed your stomach and touched your head.
"You're hungry?" Tino smiled. "I can…"
You shook your head, pointing at the chocolate, then your stomach, then your throat, making a gagging sound.
"You're allergic to chocolate!"
"That's terrible!" said Lukas. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's not as bad as being allergic to licorice," said Emil.
"Oh, dear, hmmm….I'll just…" You reached over and touched Tino's arm, letting him know that everything was okay. "B-But what if you're hungry? Thirsty?"
You shook your head, touching your throat to let him know that it was still sore.
"Can I get you an ice pack, at least?"
A silent laugh bubbled out from your chest as you nodded, and a relieved Tino went back into the kitchen to grab an ice pack.
"So…sopolini…" began Matthias. "Damn, I can't even say that with a straight face…"
You shrugged your shoulders to ask 'why'.
"Eh…don't think I can tell you…" Matthias said, scratching his head. "Because Finny would kill me if I...GA-ACK!"
Lukas had reached over and choked Matthias with his tie. "Stupid Dane," he muttered.
"Mmmmph-ah-ah-gack-okay-I'm fine," said Matthias, fixing his tie back in place. "In any case, kid, where're you from? At least you can tell us that much."
That you could. You crossed your arms and began to shiver.
"It's cold, where you're from?" said Lukas.
You nodded, then stretched your arms out.
"It's a big place?"
"It's up north?"
You nodded.
"Must be Denmark!" said Matthias happily.
"Or Norway."
"Or Iceland."
"'r Sw'd'n."
You shook your head, smiling slightly.
"Finland?" Tino reappeared, handing you an ice pack.
Nope.
"Russia?"
"Germany?"
"Antarctica?"
Nope, nope, and definitely NO.
BANG!
Norway dropped a large atlas in front of you. "This might help."
Smiling your thanks, you opened the book to a page near the beginning.
"…Canada?"
"O-oh."
Tino clapped his hands together. "That's wonderful! We can go to the World Meeting on Tuesday and have you meet Matthew! He'll know what to do."
"Meet who?"
"Shut it , you stupid Dane!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Nordics let you use the guest room over the next two days, and gave you the full run of the house. You found, among other things, Tino's shooting range, Emil's licorice stash (which you made the mistake of pinching from. Damn you, Mr Puffin.), Matthias' axe collection, Berwald's workshop tools, and Norway's magic room (that could scar a girl for life). Your voice hadn't returned, but Tino in particular became good at reading your body language and hand gestures, making sure to leave any and all chocolate out of your reach.
Truth be told, you were starting to feel a little more than friendly towards the happy Finn. But there was no way he could feel the same way towards you.
...right?
The day of the World Meeting arrived, and the Nordics gave you a rather nice outfit to wear, considering theirs was a house of five men. It was a light blue skirt suit with a white blouse and a blue scarf.
Why did that colour scheme sound somewhat familiar?
When you reached the meeting room, Tino took your arm and lead you over to a handsome young man with glasses, on whose lap sat an adorable polar bear.
You would have squealed had your voice been restored.
"Canada!" Tino said, giving your arm a light squeeze. "There's someone here I need you to…"
BOOM!
Screams filled the air as your blond attacker from yesterday entered the room, flanked by his entire coterie. In his left hand he held a smoking Luger...which was pointed directly at you.
"Hand over the girl, and no one gets hurt."
You felt Tino release his grip on you, and you almost fainted. Not that you expected him to stand up for you (after all, you had met yesterday), but wouldn't a little hesitation have been common courtesy?
The man (Lutz, you believed) must have noticed your consternation, because he chuckled coldly as he walked towards you. "Well, well….no saviours today, are…?"
Lutz was cut off by the butt of a sniper rifle, which had found its way onto his forehead. Tino stepped in front of you, his eyes not leaving Lutz's face.
"I suggest," Tino growled, "that you find some other person to harrass, Lutz. Aren't there any girls where you come from? Luciano too much for you to handle?"
You heard cries of anguish from the doorway, but the stress of yesterday and now today was growing too much, and you began to see stars.
"She's fainting!" someone yelled just as the sound of gunshots filled your ears.
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"W-w-what?" you spluttered, coughing up a pool of blood as your eyes opened.
"She speaks!" a blond man in front of you shouted before throwing his arms around you. "Thank goodness, sopolini!"
"What's a sock-on-blini?"
"Oh…" The blond man blushed. "It means...sweetheart. Or darling. Oh, I'm so glad you're okay! I thought for a second Lutz had done something when I wasn't looking! Do you remember your name now? We can have Canada look up your family and see where you live...though I'd love it if you'd consider staying...at least for a little while? I know this might be sudden..." The flush on the blond man's face betrayed his fervent emotions. "But I'd really like to get to know you better. And protect you from the 2p's, too! I could, you know! If you'd only give me a chance…"
"Oh…" you said, scratching your head. "Er, that's nice of you, I think...but...do I...know you?"
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Finny's got a crush! lol I'm never gonna let him live this down XD