Ek Eleska Ykkr

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"Old norse in English."
"Old norse translations."

America walked up to the tall building. It's sides were stacked with tinted glass panes. He sighed and turned his attention to his older brother, who traveled in front of him. "Don't you ever get tired of carrying secrets, Bjørn?"

The Canadian stiffened at the name. "You know we don't speak that way in the company of other nations, Hauk." He hissed the name to emphasize. Don't know how he expected to do that. The American twin rolled his eyes, following him inside and down the hall to the elevator. Both walked into the box. One irritated, the other upset. America pouted childishly and looked to Canada with a mischievous smile. The doors opened as it hit the fifteenth floor and both twins walked out. Both stopped right outside. "Inside the meeting my name is Canada. Got that, America?"

The Southern country nodded and waved a hand as Canada walked down the hallway, fully aware that he couldn't see it. "Sure! Whatever you say," a smirk crossed his face as he called,"Bjørn!" The sound of falling papers and coughing caught his attention to the right of him. He looked to the right, giving a small 'Huh?'

Finland stood coughing weakly into his clenched fist. His papers spilled on the floor. Iceland was by the Fin's side asking if he was okay. Curious, the American walked over and started to pick up the papers. The coughing stopped and America looked up. "Hey, you good, bro? You sounded a bit out of sorts there." Finland nodded and waved the American off. He whispered a small, breathless 'thank you' when the bespectacled blonde handed a stack of papers to him.

"No, no," Finland said,"I'm fine, but can I ask you a favor real quick?" America nodded, although time before the meeting was running out. "Can you take off your glasses?"

It was an odd request, but not the weirdest the American had encountered. Carefully, with both hands, he slid Texas off his face. His eyes took a moment to adjust and when they did the Finnish nation's eyes widened. He ushered a quick 'thank you' again and ran right past America, Iceland in tow.

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Meanwhile, in the meeting, Canada sat drumming his fingers on the table. Kumajirou sat by his feet just as bored as his owner. The countries were in chaos and America wasn't even here yet?

Wait, where was America? Canada furrowed his eyebrows and looked around the room. No loud American. Weird. Suddenly the doors burst open and Finland raced in, still grabbing Iceland by the wrist. Probably crushing it. The Fin immediately dashed over to the other Nordics, talking in a fast, quiet and teary tone. His eyes brimmed with tears, he was obviously upset about something.

Canada stood up and started walking over to them in a slow pace. The action was gladly unnoticed by the arguing nations. He was only able to catch snipets of conversation and it was hard to understand.

"Your sure?"

"More than anything! He even looked like him!"

"Lets not get too excited. There's still a possibility that we're wrong." The conversation faded off here. Anything past it was too quiet and mumbled to listen to. Canada was about to turn away when he heard something. It was just a sentence, but he could understand.

"þau órr sonr! Órr Bjørn enda órr Hauk!"
"They [are] our son[s]! Our Bjørn and our Hauk!"

Canada's eyes widened, but he kept his back turned. Old Norse. They had been speaking in the old language since the beginning of the conversation! The nation shook his head. No, there was a wrong translation somewhere! They were talking about a different Bjørn and Hauk! He hoped to the gods they were. Canada really wasn't in the mood to break the face of a country as strong as Sweden.

He briskly walked out, careful to avoid any nations. America had been right outside the door when Canada stalked out. "Hey, what are you doi-" Canada grabbed the American by the hood of his jacket. "Woah, hey-- okay, we're leaving now. Cool." 

     The Canadian hailed a taxi, having to move often because of the pushy people of New York. When the taxi finally got there, both brothers piled in. America drummed his fingers on his briefcase, which sat on his lap. The taxi driver looked to him through the mirror. "Hey, bub. Where too?" America replied as if the harsh comment was an every day thing.

"Just to the airport, please." America smiled. The driver nodded and kept his eyes on the road. America turned to the older blonde. "So, wanna talk about it?" The Canadian remained silent. America just stared at him, concerned and worried. When angry, his brother could be very violent. Especially when it came to their past.

"Flutningr?"
"Please?"

The cab stopped at a light, and Canada sighed. "I guess your going to keep asking, aren't you?" America nodded.

"Yep!" He said. A small smile graced the older brother's face.

"Okay then. It was about," the light changed to green and the cab started moving again. Something caught his eye behind America. His eyes widened and he screeched. "Look out!"

Too many things happened at once. The taxi driver screaming and honking the horn. The larger car hitting America's door head on. America launching towards Canada, having undid his seat buckle. America letting out a cry of pain. The burning of his flesh being torn open. The cab flipping and crashing.

All that was left was a ringing in Canada's ears as the sight of his younger brother's bloodied body blurred. His vision went black.

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(948 words)
I'm not the best writer in the world so... yea.

~ Random Introvert