As the Seasons Change

The Ferry Ride Leading to Hell

Hello, Sergeant Leaf here, back with the next chapter of, As the Seasons Change! Now, I may not update it as frequently in the future, if you would, please do keep that in mind as you read! ~Sergeant Leaf

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After explaining the situation to Iceland, he agreed to accompany the Dane to the Norwegian's summer house located in the capital, Oslo. However, the Icelander claimed that it was only because he, 'didn't want Denmark to be left to the fucking wolves of their secretaries and other bureaucratic bullshit while trying to find Norway because obviously if any officials saw Denmark they would recognise him immediately'.

"Yer' too good t' me, Ice!" The Dane cheered loudly as he paid the passage, as well as painstakingly showing his 'Human ID' to a worker, for a ferry to Oslo. Stupid Norwegian border enforcements....

"No, I'm just stopping you from making a damned fool of yourself, as you likely will." The Icelandic teen replied, making Denmark frown. Iceland wasn't acting like his usual self lately, today in particular, was there something wrong with him? The thought seemed somewhat inconsequential, nah, his ex-colony always behaved this way.

Didn't he?

After boarding the ferry, and taking their seats, Iceland sat across from the Dane, they were silent for a few minutes. Iceland was fooling around on his phone, slouching in his seat, and Denmark looked out the window, with a certain glint in his eyes which sparkled a blue resembling the very water the ferry was travelling over. When Iceland took the time to look up, he recognised this glint from...many, many decades ago. When was it? Ah. It was the last few years he'd spent with Denmark and Norway while they were in a Union together. Think, Icey, Think, he thought to himself, what could it possibly be? Suddenly, he had it, his tongue clicked, as he looked up with realisation. That look was the very same one as...the look of a conquering nation, a nation looking to belittle something, or someone.

Be it land, money, or anything, it was the look of a strong, and powerful nation, one who was dominant over his brothers.

Brothers put in a very broad term, Iceland thought. But why? It's been decades, centuries even, since his Golden Age passed...he isn't like that anymore, and...he told me once he just wanted to settle down and retire..so why?

After a minute, he decided to question the strange look.

"Den?"

The Dane looked at him after a moment, his look dissipating into a look of puzzlement. "What is it Icey?" He asked, cocking his head at the other. The Icelander immediately let out a huge breath which he had no indication he'd been holding. Damn, what was with him today? He couldn't shake this feeling, this feeling that..something bad was coming. Oh..what was the word? He woke up from his daydream as Denmark waved a hand in front of him, "Yoo-hoo? Earth to the Icelandic Republic??? What's wrong?" Iceland pushed Denmark's hand away from his face. He tried to shake off the weird thoughts, and managed to do so for a few moments as he answered.

"Nothing. I'm fine. Just...."

Denmark frowned, leaning forward in his seat, "Just?"

Oh hell. What was 'just', again? Now he had to bring back the dangerous thoughts. Iceland sighed, "I..I don't know. I have a weird feeling..of..um..foreboding." Yes! That was the word he had been thinking of! So...why wasn't he happy about it? Denmark chuckled, shaking his head and holding a hand up to his forehead. Like he thought was Iceland said was silly. "Ohhhh, I get it!" He pointed a teasing finger at Iceland, "Yer' just skittish about seein' yer' Big Bro again! Completely understandable!" He got up to sit next to Iceland an patted his back reassuringly. "It'll be just fine! He's great, you're great, and I, have always been great."