Norway x Reader: Leave Me Alone!!!!

You, dear reader, are the personification of L'Anse aux Meadows. A Norwegian remnant in eastern Canada, your back-story can be found here: wingedsupernova.deviantart.com…

This occurs three days after a ball at England's place, where you met Alexander Rybak, Germania insulted you, and Norway started a fight.

Enjoy!!!!


It was three days after England's catastrophic ball. You had called Arthur several times, ensuring a fluid exchange of apologies between both households, but the sting still hurt. Not only had your home and family been ripped from you, but any standing or prestige you might have held in this one had dissolved long ago.

That was the truth, no matter how hard anyone tried to convince you otherwise.

Currently, you were sitting on the couch, petting one of Norway's troll babies. The younger magical creatures always liked to visit you, especially when you were upset, and, truth be told, you didn't mind. Baby trolls were frequent visitors in the Nordic household; they were small, round, and fuzzy, almost resembling Furbies with their huge eyes and fanciful colours.

Adorable in the flesh.

When the doorbell rang, the one in your lap jumped off and ran towards the window. You thought for a moment the caller was its mother or one of its clan, but, when the person outside began to knock furiously, you realised you were wrong.

"Just one moment, please!" You stretched the laziness from your bones before walking towards the door.

It was Lukas's violin student. Alexander Rybak.

"Hello, Miss L'Anse," he said politely. "Is Mister Norway in?"

"Sorry," you said, "but he and the others had a meeting to go to."

Alexander frowned. "Lukas didn't tell me anything about a World Meeting today."

You shifted uncomfortably. "I think...it was something about Germania...and the night of the ball."

Alexander's eyes widened in sympathy and understanding. "Oh, oh, yes, I see. Perhaps I should come back, then."

You held the door open wider. "Or you could just come in. I'm sure they won't be very long. I could make some coffee…?"

The one thing you had learnt about living with the Nordics was that none of them could refuse a cup of coffee. The same went, apparently, for their people, for Alexander's grin widened even more than you would have thought possible.

"Why, thank you, I suppose I will."

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"So, what did you need to see Lukas for? If you don't mind me asking, of course," you added hastily as you set the coffee tray on the side table.

Alexander shook his head. "It's a new song I'm working on. I can't figure out a few of the notes, and Lukas usually has a good ear for that sort of thing...would you like to hear it?"

"Hear your new song? Of course! I don't know much about music," you admitted sheepishly as Alexander pulled our his violin, "but I love listening to your CD. Oh dear," you realised. "That sounded creepy, didn't it?"

Alexander smiled warmly. "Not at all."

Just then, the telephone rang. It was Matthias. He sounded drunk.

"L'ANSEEEEE!!!!! DOW NAH ANSWAA DA DOWAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

You jerked the phone away from you ear. Alexander began to laugh.

"You bloody git!" You heard Arthur's voice in the background. "Why on earth did you call her? Did you want to frighten her?"

"She needs to be prepared," came Lukas' voice. "And please stop choking Denmark. That's my job."

"Prepared for what?" you said, starting to get a little worried.

"Germania," Lukas said, after a pause. "He's...escaped."

"And he's very angry," said Matthias, a little breathless. "L'Anse, listen to me. Don't open any doors, or windows. Close all the shutters. Go lock yourself in your room --"

"Lock us in?" said Alexander, who had only caught the last bit of the conversation.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"L'Anse, who's that?" Lukas said, more panic in his voice than you would have thought possible.

"Alexander Rybak," you said. "He was looking for you."

"Alex is there?" Lukas said, his voice a mixture of 'thank God, help is in sight' and 'great Scott, we're toast'.

You nodded, forgetting Lukas couldn't see you.

"Can you put me on speaker?"

"Lukas?" Alexander said, when you nodded to him.

"Alex!" Now, Lukas' relief was evident. "Alex, Germania has escaped and is on his way to the house. Sweden is driving as fast as he can, but, in case we don't make it in time, please, protect L'Anse? There's a bat under the stairs, and Finland's rifle is under the kitchen sink."

"I'll...get the bat," Alexander said quickly. He turned to leave the room.

"Thank you," Lukas said, his voice shaking. "L'Anse, are you there?"

"Yes."

"Barricade the doors, and…"

CRAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!!!!

Part of you hoped that that was Alexander, but your instinctual side told you to hide. Which you did. Behind the couch.

"L'ANSE?" Germania's voice boomed throughout the house. "VHERE ARE JOU, VENCH? I'LL SHOW THESE COUNTRIES EXACTLY VHAT A ZHING LIKE JOU IS GOOD FOR!"

From your spot behind the couch, you could see Germania's feet pausing in front of the living room. He wasn't walking in, so you hoped he might just move along.

But then you saw it.

The telephone.

Still.

Off.

The.

Hook.

Within seconds, Germania was in front of you, wrenching you to your feet. "Hello, L'Anse," he said menacingly, pulling out a sword. "Now, zhis won't hurt if jou just stay still, but feel free to scream as loudly as jou like. After all, zhere's no one to hear jou, is zhere, Nordics?" he finished, taunting the phone. But you couldn't discern the muffled threats coming through the receiver.

"There is me!" Alexander caught Germania's face with the bat as the blond man turned around to confront his attacker.

"OOF!"

Alexander only got one good hit in, though, because Germania pulled you around his body, using you as a shield.

"Now, little boy, ve vouldn't vant zhe little frau to get hurt now, vould ve? If jou put zhat bat away, I'll even let jou have a little fun…"

SZZAAAAAAAAAATTTTTT!"

Germania's body was thrown backwards as Vladimir appeared in the doorway, hands burning with magic flames.

"No one touches Ileana," he growled before running towards you and pushing you behind his back. "If you want to deal with someone, deal with me."

Germania shrugged. "With pleasure." He raised his sword.

"NORWAY! IN HERE!" shouted Alexander. Heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor, but, outside, a different face caught your attention.

It was the baby troll. The fuzzy, purple one from earlier.

And it was winking at you.

You looked from Vladimir's hands to your own, and you understood.

This wasn't Romania's fight. Nor was it Norway's.

It was yours.

Side-stepping Vladimir, you reached your hands out and remembered the words from earlier.

You can either fight your fears, or you can embrace them.

Reaching into your heart, you found pity and understanding for Germania. After all, the two of you weren't that different, were you? You both were in a world where you didn't belong. No home, only kind words born of a charity neither of you wanted. You were both lost, drifting. But you were looking for a niche to fit in, while Germania was trying to carve one out with his sword.

When you opened your eyes, you found a three-inch-tall Germania waving a miniature sword, yelling German profanities in a strangely-adorable high-pitched voice.

The baby troll began to laugh. You felt an arm swing over your shoulders. It was England.

"Well, love," he said, "it seems you learn quite quickly."

"That spell won't last long," said Lukas, from behind. "We'd better get him out of here."

"I'll take him," volunteered Vladimir. "My dragons might like some company."

"I don't know whether to feel more sorry for the dragons or Germania," said Arthur.

"The dragons," Lukas said decisively. "Definitely the dragons."

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"I can't thank you enough," Lukas told Alexander for the fifty-fifth time. "If you hadn't been here…"

"Miss L'Anse had things quite well under control," Alexander said, fighting the rising blush to his cheeks. "And all I needed was some help for a song…"

"You never played it for me," you said, pouting slightly.

Alexander's eyes widened. "No, I didn't, did I? Here, let me see…"

Once upon a time, I heard the story of a princess

Locked up in a tower of stone

She was beautiful and kind and dainty and polite

But she was living all alone

Waiting for a prince to sweep her off her feet

And wrap her in a sweet romance

But a princess like this just couldn’t be real

That love wouldn’t stand a chance



This life’s a fairy tale gone wrong

Can’t find an ending where I belong

Nothing turned out right

Nothing good in sight

Don’t know where I’m going when the sun goes down tonight



Once upon a time there was a pretty peasant maid

Who kissed a frog beneath the full moon

And in my dreams I see a mermaid queen

Swimming in a clear lagoon

But those are just stories, fantastic distractions

Nothing like I thought it would be

My story’s ending’s the perfect disaster

No happiness here for me



This life’s a fairy tale gone wrong

Can’t find an ending where I belong

Can’t figure it out

Nothing but doubts

Don’t know where I’m going when the lights go out



I wish I could change it all, but I know I can’t

No magic wand or words to help me enchant

I’m lost and alone in this fantasy verse

No happy ending left, just an everlasting curse



This life is a fairy-tale gone wrong

Can’t find an ending where I belong

Nothing turned out right

Nothing good in sight

Don’t know where we’re going when the sun goes down tonight

"That's beautiful!!!!" you clapped at the end. "I don't see what's wrong with it."

"I can see a few things," said Norway the Killjoy.

Alexander, on the other hand, was delighted by your praise. "Did you really like it that much?" he said. "Or are you just being polite?"

You shook your head vigorously. "It was amazing!"

Alexander smiled, as though a thought had suddenly occurred to him. "Miss L'Anse...if it's all right with Mister Norway, would you like to go...and grab a coffee, maybe? I could show you some of my song ideas and…"

"That's a terrible idea," Lukas said flatly. "You have to practise. Come on. Upstairs with you. Off you go."

With those words, Lukas tore Alexander away from you, dragging him up the stairs.

"I wonder...if it was something I said?" you thought aloud.