The Disaster (Currently Undergoing Edits and Completed)

The Thing

Norway's POV

Since we didn't quite follow The Disaster's condition about realeasing us, I knew a disaster will strike mine, Romania's and England's country soon. Only thing... I didn't expect it to happen in the public. Well, the disaster might want some embarresment striking us, but this? All my hard work of emotionless mask-putting-up is useless. I whore it to make me look like nothing's hurting me. But I can't cover up the emotions of how I hurt when a disaster strikes. When my people dies.

(A/N: I'm not revealing what the condition was yet! :P)

That morning-actually, this morning, I knew something was off. Something just did not seem right. But, having to go to the Nordic's meeting, I had no choice but to ignore it.

I mean-I knew The Disaster pretty well, so he'll probably send a vision first-of what'll happen.

...Or not.

Maintaining my emotionless face, I apparated to Iceland-where the meeting was being held.

Denmark greeted me, as well as Finland. Sweden just nodded, and Iceland didn't even look at me.

I looked down at my boots before entering the building. Again that sensation filled me, the awful, dreadful feeling-

"Norway! Come in!"

Finland's cheerful voice surprised me, waking me from my thoughts. Shaking my head a little after Finland retreated, I hastily sat down beside Iceland.

The meeting drowned on, and unusually, everyone except me seemed to be paying attention.

I could feel my curl drooping as I concentrated on maintaining my emotionless face.

I could hear Denmark mentioning my name couple of times, but it didn't matter. My face heated up as I consumed more of my energy trying not to fall over, as in(not sleeping but) loosing conciousness. Seriously.

I focoused on one spot on the table, resuing to look anywhere else.

Normal POV(Third Person)

"Norway!"

"Norwayyy!"

No matter how much the other countries called Norway's name, Norway did not budge. oh, not at all.

Finally, Iceland got the courage to pinch Norway's arm.

Norway didn't budge.

Iceland pressed down harder.

Finally, as if finally noticing the pain, Norway looked up.

"What?" Norway asked, completly oblivious of what just happened.

"What? Did you just ask what?" Iceland huffed. Norway looked at him with a confusing look. Iceland quickly slid between the other Nordics and Norway so that they didn't see norway's fallen mask.

Norway seemed puzzled. As far as he knew, he was listning to the sound of the birds outside to distract him from the dectectable upcoming-pain.

Norway fell in to the trance again-he didn't look up. He stared at one spot.

'What's wrong with him?' Denmark mouthed. Iceland shrugged.

Norway's POV

It's coming.

The pain.

I drew in a sharp breath when it came. The pain. The depression. I don't know what happened, it might not be a disaster at all-it might just be one of The Disaster's magics. But either one, it was painful.

Like someone with long fingernails pincing you with it-grabbing as little of your skin as possible-Like you were riding a board-fast, then you tumbled down onto a hard, concrete floor... It was more than that. My heart ached like when you looked down straihgt from the 8th floor blacony-no, infact, from the roof! i hoped I wasn't showing anything. Moving aburptly, I stood up and quickly made my way to they door, not even listning to others' protests.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed my sholders-Denmark's.

As I looked at him, pain flooded me-I knew my mask had failed me. Denmark looked surprised at this, but his grip tightned even more. I gasped once again as a partiqualrly hard spasm locked my stomach, and I felt nausea.

"No..." I muttered. I must get out NOW. I mustn't let others see my emotionless face-

FlashBack

"Ha ha, you're scared arn't' you? Well there's your weakness!" One of my 'mortal' friends laughed.

My weakness.

"N... No, I'm not!"

I'd let my long developed mask slip in front of my friends. Dang it! Now they'll tease me all over-

~Back to present~

It was more than teasing this time. It depended on about his country.

(A/n: So Norway thinks that, like it's not true-the Nordics won't take advantage of him as they learn his weakness, but Norway has a strong opinion on it. That they will.)

I took big steps to round around Denmark to the door.

But before I got any farther, Iceland put a strong grip on my shoulder.

"Let... Go!" Squirming wildly, I finally was available to kick Iceland in the legs and escape.

"Norway?"

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I'm so sorry for not updating for, uh... One week? But :) I just noticed I got a ranking Anywayys, I had a dumb and awful Korean test(History, Social Studies, Language), so I had to study ;( Apologizes :D Anyways, I'll never stop uploading until I finish this book, so please, patience (Please-Partly because I lack it myself) Okay, what am I talking about? I've gone wild. See ya all in the next chapter!