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A Nation's Salvation	By : eternalstarhaven Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Hetallia: Axis Powers does not belong to me, but to Hidekaz Himaruya, while the idea behind the story is my own. I do not make a profit or money by writing this. I also have this story posted on fanfiction.net under the same penname.

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Fated Tragedy
Chapter Two
They had traveled the strange world for several months, trying to figure out what they were missing, having thus far evaded detection from Russia. Almost every inch of the Bering Sea, the land bridge, and territories connected to and from Siberia had been searched, but they had yet to find the brothers their father had spoken of. One glance at the continent, and they knew that in order to make a more thorough search, they needed to return home... one to stock for more supplies, two to bring more men, and three to bring more scroll and parchment to make their maps. A small island was one thing, but they hadn't even begun to know what they were dealing with here. To make matters more complicated, the inhabitants that had once been a relation to the Vikings or Russian, no longer recognized them as their own. They were openly hostile, using the trees and land to their advantage as they continuously drove them away from their shores.
If they were to search for and acquire their brothers they'd have to declare war on the inhabitants. The idea didn't sit well with either of them... what if the two nations were linked to the savages? Killing them might prove rather dangerous, not knowing how old their brothers were or if there were more humans scattered throughout the country. "We could just turn around; I mean it's possible we could approach from the other side."
"Are you insane?" Denmark scowled. "You've seen that land mass; it stretches far beyond the reach of our searching glasses... there are trees, and there are mountains. We have seen creatures that do not exist where we come from, and without the proper strength to back such an expedition, we might as well hand over our territories to Sweden before the natives make quick work of us. Tossing down his pencil, he leaned forward and rested his wait against the pine table. "This was my idea, and I more than anyone want to bring them home and see the look on Sweden's face. However, we've been at this for months and we're no closer to finding a landing point without opposition, than we are to getting our hands on them."
"You're afraid of a few little animals..." Norway taunted, laughing at his younger twin's frustration. They looked nothing alike, yet they still felt things that non-twins did not.
"Like hell I am; I'm just saying we need Sweden and Finland if we're going to continue this."
Tapping his chin, he considered the possibility of calling in the other two, but they had made a promise not to say anything to Sweden unless they had proof that their missing brothers were alive. "Let's just map out the area; if Sweden gets his hopes up again, I'm not wanting to return home with him if we're wrong."
Denmark reluctantly had to agree; Sweden had a temper, and without Atlantis around to calm him down, they were better off doing this alone. "Damn if we hadn't given up most of our lands to Russia," Denmark fumed. The migration routes had once been easy to access, the Scandinavian Nations going where the trails led them; however, with Russia and Siberia cutting them off from the Bering Strait, they had taken the long way around, through the Arctic Ocean, all the way around Russia, to the Bering Sea, and now they were facing just a small portion of what appeared to be an even bigger chunk of land. "Do we even have a name for this place?"
"Not that I have heard, and the storms and the cold winters make it next to impossible to travel. As a matter of fact, if we don't head back within the week, we might as well make camp on those shores and hope we can endure a stand off with those hostiles."
"So we simply turn back and waste an entire year of research?"
"I'm not saying that at all," Norway growled, clearly at his wit's end. He thought that the two of them would have found something already, but they couldn't stay gone from their territories forever... not if they wanted to prevent outside invasions.
"I have a better idea... why don't one of us stay behind, while the other goes back. It might give us more time to map out the area, and hopefully give us a clue as to where our brothers are?"
"And how are we supposed to explain all of this to our younger, often unreasonable, brother? Oh hey... we were on an exploration, and one of us decided to stay behind for a couple of years."
"We could take turns..."
"No... absolutely not! Second option, we come back when the ice melts, and pick up where we left off... together! Only next time we'll bring more warriors."
Denmark didn't want to go back empty handed; he hated that idea worse than losing a skirmish. However, Norway did have a valid point, and with great reluctance, they started to head back. An entire year they had spent on the open sea, hoping to find something, a hint that they weren't searching in blind faith... "We're not giving up, brother," Norway vowed, but Denmark wasn't convinced. Things happened, and there was a good possibility that they might not have the chance to reform another voyage like this. Sighing, he left his brother to muse his thoughts, sensing that he'd come down when he was hungry enough, but when the sun set and the moon rose, Denmark had yet to move.
Norway couldn't recall the last time his twin had been so stuck on something... especially when it came to two nations neither of them had ever seen nor held. Even though they fought at times, for the most part, they had an extremely strong connection to each other. A strong wind began to blow from the west, forcing them back, their way blocked with ice. "The winter storms have come early this year..." Denmark noted, stirring from his thoughts.
"We might not have a choice about landing on that shore," Norway sighed. They had a few options, wait out the winter in the Arctic Ocean, but risk losing their men to frost bite and more. Land in Siberia and make the journey across the coldest regions on Earth, and still lose all their men... Turn around and travel further south along the shore line in hope of finding a way around and through the land mass. Or, force the ships ashore and travel across the land and make new ones on the other side. They had the ability to hunt and make their own clothing... that wasn't the main issue. The main problem was that they had no friendly relations to the people of the unknown land, and not knowing was often very dangerous for any nation.
The twins considered option three or four, but a fifth option was offered to them without their consent, a violent storm forming in and around them. Their men held on for dear life, withdrawing the sails... going where the winds and the currents took them. A large wave crashed over the side, and as a man started to scream, clutching at the rail, Denmark snatched his wrist, threw him towards his twin, but not before a line snapped and slammed into his side, throwing him over the side and into the cold waves. Spluttering for breath, he struggled back to the surface, his fur clothing making it hard to stay afloat. He couldn't see the ship, his blond hair plastered to his skin, blue eyes wild with fear. No matter which way he turned, he saw nothing to hold on to, or a piece of rock to swim towards... was he to die in this vast ocean, alone... what of his people... damn it... A wave rose above him, curled, and as he watched it descend, he made an apology to his brothers and his father for his failures. He wasn't going to make it home...
Norway had no idea where to look, the sun high above them, the storm long gone, their maps destroyed, and a couple of their ships gone. Normally he'd use his link to find his twin, but the distance was either too great, or... Roaring in agony, Norway sank to his knees, and slammed his fists against the deck, wanting to hear his stupid brother's annoying laugh, to see his spiky hair... those blue eyes filled with mischief, but all he saw was a bright, blue sea and nothing more. None of the warriors approached... Denmark and Norway were always seen together, fighting one skirmish after the next, back-to-back, side-by-side, and he was gone... stolen from them and Norway wept for the first time in his long life. They had no idea where they were, and even if they did get close to land, they wouldn't know if they were remotely close to where Denmark had fallen into the water.
"My lord?"
"Take us home," he whispered, daring them to challenge his decision. Norway wanted to stay, to spend the rest of his life searching... but who was he fooling... against the massive waves that had taken out so many of their ships, there wasn't a chance in hell his brother had survived, not without a miracle.
A couple of shouts echoed around him, fingers pointing, and Norway looked up... No amount of time would pass without him recognizing her on sight, black hair floating around her, rainbow colored eyes staring back at him. "Atlantis..." he choked, tears still falling down his tanned cheeks. She didn't move, staring at him in wide-eyed astonishment. This was Norway... a proud warrior that rarely showed this side of himself... he was always the more reasonable of the twins, keeping Denmark out of trouble. And yet, as her gaze scanned the remaining ships, she didn't see him... Ducking beneath the water, she descended several feet before rapidly rushing to the surface, and with a giant leap, she was out of the water and onto Norway's ship, her legs changing in mid-air. Taking off his fur coat, he quickly draped it around her shivering form, knowing that the cold winds affected her far more than the water.
"Denmark... why is he not with you?" she demanded. Norway wasn't quite certain, but he thought she might have grown a little. Tucking a strand of hair behind her small ears, he gathered her close and sobbed, uncaring of how it looked to his men. She had sensed the danger to Norway; the arm bands she had given them linked to her through an ancient magic. Why hadn't she felt Denmark? Taking his wrist, she tapped his arm band... "Does he not wear one similar to this?"
Norway tried to think... Sweden had told them to never take them off, but Denmark hated to rely on magic to save him. "Go check his quarters," he shouted, raising his arm for the warriors to see. "See if there's an armband like this one!"
"My lord!" they shouted, scurrying away. Within minutes, they returned, placing the item in Norway's shaking hand... "That stupid... stupid... idiot!"
Atlantis felt raw with pain... why would he not wear it? If he had, she would have sensed the immediate danger and gone to him before Norway. She had seen some of the ships beneath the ocean, and thankfully none of them had belonged to her beloved friends... "I will guide you home," she whispered, struggling not to cry herself.
"I want to bury him..." Norway whimpered...
"Then we shall search..." Nodding, he ordered his men to follow her to the shore, and as they came up along side it, he jumped down.
"Take them home; I will stay until I have given him a warrior's departure."
Nodding, he watched the ships turn away, leaving him behind. There was nothing he could do at the moment except build a small fire, his violet colored eyes staring out towards the open sea. How had it come to this, and what was he going to say to Sweden and Finland? Perhaps it was best that he didn't go home after all? Without his brother... it just wasn't the same, his head dropping to his knees as he broke down once more and cried.
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