[Axis Powers Hetalia] Fairytale (Nordics)
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azureetherTitle: Fairytale
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy
Rating: PG
Characters, Pairings: Finland, Sweden, Denmark, Norway, Iceland. Slight Finland/Sweden, hints of Denmark/Norway, Denmark/Iceland if you squint.
Summary: Denmark is worried, Sweden can't dance and Norway practices with a violin. Everything can happen on such a harsh competition...it's Eurovision time!
Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
nordic5_xmas Secret Santa Exchange. Special thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
abarero for both betaing this fic and organizing this exchange! ♥
“I’m worried, I’m worried, I’m worried…”
Denmark was walking around backstage, his anxiety visible at first glance. It was an important day for him, since he would be competing against many other countries in a singing contest. And not just a simple contest, it was Eurovision! Of course it would be important for him; it was his chance to be awesome! Everybody would be watching him, and…
"Denmark, I'd suggest you to lower your voice. Everybody's trying to practice a little, you know," Norway mumbled in a quiet voice.
Denmark looked at him, astonished. "Norge, this is an international competition being broadcasted all around the world. How can you go to the stage playing...playing a violin?! Are you even taking this event seriously?!"
“Trust me, I’m taking it really seriously. Thanks.”
“But…”
“You should trust Norway, Denmark. He’s the favorite. All the bets are riding on him, after all!,” Finland interrupted with a big smile. “Besides, I must agree that you should lower your voice. You wouldn’t want to bother our host…”
Denmark shuddered. He had forgotten about the host country, and he certainly didn’t wanted dear Russia to be bothered with his yelling.
“I see you’re very excited already, everyone,” Iceland approached the other Nordic nations. “Here’s the order we’re going to perform in during the competition.”
Everybody looked over Iceland’s shoulder at the paper he held, sighing out of relief after seeing none of them would be the one to open the show.
“I see you’ll be the first of us to sing, Sweden!” Denmark exclaimed. “Forth place, how does it feel? Are you…nervous?”
Sweden just gave him a blank glare. “S’ not a’big deal.”
“Su-san has been practicing a lot, Denmark,” Finland said standing next to Sweden and taking his arm. “I’m sure he’ll be fine. By the way, are you feeling any better?”
“Well…” “The show’s about to start,” Iceland interrupted. “It’s time to take our seats in at the front of the stage.” Denmark gulped. As their partners started moving, Denmark rambled on. “I’m not nervous, I’m not nervous, I’m not nervous…”
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The show started with a nice Cirque du Soleil presentation, which was praised enthusiastically by the Nordic nations. When it was over, it was time for the nations to present their performances. As Iceland had said, Sweden was the fourth one to present. Before him, Lithuania and Israel performed being observed carefully by all of them…except for Denmark. It was when France stepped onto the stage that an almost asleep Denmark finally awoke.
“Hey France!” He yelled. “Why don’t you shake your hips a little? I’m getting bored, ma--“ A quick and serious glare from Norway was enough to shut him up.
“Ah, it’s Su-san’s turn!” Finland beamed. All of them looked to the stage, where an impeccably dressed Sweden in a white suit was already standing in there.
“This will be a good show. What’s he going to do, to model us his suit or something?” Denmark grinned.
“Actually, he’s going to sing,” Finland replied, not looking annoyed at all. “This is a singing contest, isn’t it?”
"Wait a second. Sweden can sing?"
"I've heard him sing before, and he doesn't have a bad voice at all,” Norway stated. “Different than what you'd normally hear, but not bad."
Denmark looked at Norway, wearing an incredulous look. "Well, let's see what happens...”
As Sweden started singing the first notes, Denmark cringed. Was the guy going to sing an opera song?
But everything changed in a matter of seconds, when an upbeat tune started to sound and lights were moving everywhere. Denmark had to remind himself he wasn't in an electronic party, since he was already starting to dance. And speaking of dance...
"Wait a minute, dancers? If I were you, I’d be jealous, Finland…"
Finland chuckled. "Actually, I suggested him to include the dancers. It's not like Su-san can dance at all, isn't it?"
"Ooooh, great idea! I wonder if he would mind if I go out there with them?"
"I don't think Sweden would notice, but someone else might mind,” Iceland mumbled.
“Who, Norge? Nah, I don’t think he’ll care about anything other than his violin!” Denmark replied, grinning towards Norway. Norway didn’t reply, but a slight frown on his face was a sign he had indeed heard.
Croatia and Portugal would perform after Sweden, and then, it was finally Iceland’s turn.
“Ah, it’s Iceland!” Finland smiled. “Norway, do you think he’ll be fine?”
“His song is rather good,” Norway replied, nodding. “I’m sure you’ll find it of your liking.”
“Iceland? Nah! I’m sure the poor guy will sing us a boring lullaby…,” Denmark smirked, ignoring the glares both Norway and Finland were giving to him.
However, when Iceland stepped on the stage, dressed completely in blue, Denmark had to swallow his words. As Iceland sang his ballad song, the Nordic nations stood silent, listening in awe.
"Iceland does have a really sweet voice, doesn’t he?" Finland mumbled, leaning towards Sweden who was already embracing him. "S' true," Sweden muttered, his nose nuzzling into Finland’s hair. “But y’ur voice’s sweet’r.” “Oh, Su-san…” Finland whispered, doing his best to hide his blush.
Denmark tried his best to ignore the lovey-dovey couple, being concentrated on Iceland's powerful voice. He could also see the look of Norway’s face; although impassive, the glow of his eyes would show the pride he was feeling for his brother. Denmark couldn’t help but to smile.
When Iceland stepped down of the stage, Norway was the first to congratulate him. "You did a really good job, brother," he smiled. "It was a nice touch to include some classical instruments."
Denmark hurried to say some nice words as well. “Uh, congratulations, Iceland! That was, like, an amazing performance!”
Iceland nodded to both of them, looking pleased. “Thanks to both of you, guys. I’ll be looking forward to your presentations as well.”
“Oh shit!” Denmark smashed his forehead. “I’m the next one!”
“Denmark, are you alright?” Norway inquired, looking just the slightest bit concerned.
He started chanting again. “I’m not nervous, I’m not nervous, I’m not nervous…”
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It would still be awhile until Denmark’s presentation. The Nordic nations all waited patiently, listening to every song…or at least they tried. Because it was really hard to hear anything at all with Denmark’s constant blabbering.
However, after Estonia stepped down of the stage, Denmark’s face grew full of vitality. “Finally, my turn! Sorry guys, but my band buddies are waiting for me!"
“Good luck, Denmark!” Finland waved. “Show us everything you have to give!”
Meanwhile, Iceland whispered to Norway. “What do you think…is his song good?” “I think he is…,” Norway trailed off. “However, I’m kind of scared. He spoke about a surprise and I don’t think I want to know what it was he referring to.”
As Denmark stepped onto the stage, they all fell silent. The first impression was good. No one could argue against Denmark's good looks, since he admittedly looked very handsome with his white shirt and leather jacket. The band was a bit deceiving, since they all thought Denmark would be singing for sure some bad-sounding rock song.
However, they were pleasantly surprised, since Denmark’s song was actually very nice to listen to. It was hard to believe Denmark was actually singing a cheesy love song, and even more shocking, it turned out Denmark’s ‘surprise’ was to sing on his knees, much to everyone’s embarrassment.
Denmark stepped down from the stage looking victorious. “What do you think, guys… really amazing, huh?”
Iceland arched an eyebrow. "Is there any reason you had to be on your knees, Denmark?"
“Not to mention that cheesy song was far from being ‘manly’, by your standards,” Norway retorted with a slight smirk.
"S-Shut up! It was a very manly song! And I wanted to give it a dramatic tone, that’s all!"
“Yeah, whatever you say. I’ll be preparing my presentation,” Norway waved, heading backstage.
Indeed, after Germany, Turkey and Albania made their presentations, it was Norway’s turn. The Nordic nations were all strangely excited (something rather rare for them), while Denmark was stifling laughter at Norway’s small violin. He was also ready to comfort him, after was what surely going to be a failure on Norway’s part.
But as Norway started his performance, Denmark’s eyes were locked on him. Norway was performing so lively, like nothing Denmark had never seen before from the other nation. He couldn't stop admiring Norway's skilled fingers, and how they did their magic over the violin's strings. Quite an irony, being that Norway's song was indeed called Fairytale...
"T-that dance was awesome!" Denmark beamed in awe, as the dancers did their jumps and whirls. And it wasn’t over yet, as Norway started to sing in a deep but powerful voice.
“I’m actually more amazed with Norway’s voice. It’s really good,” Iceland pointed out.
"Yeah, it’s good and all, but…hey, those are cute girls! Why does Norge get such cute girls while I'm stuck with a bunch of guys heavy on testosterone?" Denmark whined, ignoring the glare his band mates were giving him at that moment.
“Well, Denmark…what do you think now of Nor—“
“Fireworks!” Denmark beamed enthusiastically clapping and interrupting Finland, as Norway finished his presentation. The other nation just chucked, giving him a look that clearly said ‘I told you so.’
"I guess it's time to get myself ready. Have a good time, everyone!” Finland stood up. “I hope you can enjoy my presentation!"
Finland singing. Denmark couldn’t imagine that! He wondered what kind of show Finland would give; but first, he would have to see cute Ukraine, good old Romania, and the stodgy British guy. And then, it was Finland’s turn at last.
Denmark couldn't keep his mouth closed after seeing him. He was dressed with jeans, a wide jacket and a hat. And as he started singing something that vaguely resembled a rap, along with a nice-sounding chorus…
"S’ not rap, s’Eurodance," Sweden grumbled. Denmark smacked his forehead, realizing he had said that aloud.
"Hey Sweden, Finland's chorus girls are way better than your dancers!"
"Not chorus g’rls, b’t sing’rs."
Denmark rolled his eyes, until something else caught his attention. "That’s cool what those guys are doing with those fiery things. Do you think Finland would hire me for the next year? I'd like to try!"
"I'll ask ‘im."
Denmark sighed. Certainly, he wouldn’t get anything out of trying to speak with Sweden. But more importantly, just what had happened with good old Finland?
As Finland came back to his seat, Denmark rushed at him and tauntingly asked. "Who are you and what did you do with our Finland?"
Finland just smiled. “Ah, Denmark. I take you enjoyed my presentation?”
“T’was good,” Sweden muttered behind Denmark, causing Finland to blush.
Yeah, that was old Finland for you, Denmark thought, rolling his eyes. Letting himself flop back into his seat, Denmark prepared to see the last performance, Spain, before the start of the voting.
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He wasn’t nervous. Not at all.
"Oh God, it's voting time!" Denmark suddenly whined.
“Calm down, Denmark, or else we won’t be able to hear the votes,” Iceland scolded him.
Denmark pouted, while Spain started giving his votes. As soon as they appeared, Denmark started to complain. "Why is it that Spain didn't vote on any of us but Norway? That bastard!"
"But he gave Norway 12 points. That’s quite nice of him," Finland pointed out.
"Yeah, whatever…ah, Belgium! I'm sure that cutie will surely vote for…me…"
“Sorry to disappoint you, but she didn’t vote for any of us other than Norway either,” Finland smiled. “True, she just gave him 10 points, but..."
"Oh no, Belarus!" Denmark whined. “I’m sure that crazy chick won’t vote for any of…us…”
"She gave some points to you, Iceland!" Finland cheered.
Iceland smiled. “I’m really honored. I-“
"12 points to Norway again? I knew that bitch was up to no good!"
“…you make it sound as if voting for me was a bad thing…” Norway shot over at Denmark.
“Ah…of course not, Norge!” Denmark beamed. “Of course I’m… I’m happy you….you’re winning!”
As the voting went on, everybody gave points to Norway. Iceland got a decent amount of points as well, but the same couldn’t be said about any of the other Nordic nations. Eventually, it would be their turns to vote, and the first to do so was Sweden. Denmark couldn’t believe when he saw the scores.
"Sweden, you traitor! Why did you give such a low score to your wife?"
"Su-san, but I thought you liked it...” Finland pouted, his expression a bit sad. Sweden was about to say something when he was interrupted by Denmark.
"Well, at least you give a decent score to Iceland!"
"I'm grateful for that score, Sweden," Iceland nodded.
"S’ okay." Sweden grumbled, excusing himself from the group. He would need to speak privately with Finland as soon as possible or else, he would have problems back home…
There weren’t surprises with the following countries, as most of them would give high scores to Norway. Eventually, it was Iceland’s turn.
"Iceland, you voted for me! I love you so much right now I could kiss you!"
"If you kiss me, Denmark, I will take back that score," Iceland glared menacingly.
"But..."
"Wow, 8 points! Thanks a lot, Iceland! That’s really nice of you. Not like some people…"
"It's no big deal, Fin---"
"What's that about Norway being the cutest guy in the contest? Are you blind, Iceland? It's obvious the cutest one was me!"
“It’s…not what you think…,” Iceland blushed, looking away uncomfortably.
There were other surprises along the way, such as France gave 5 points to Denmark (France, you’re the best! I can even forgive you for not shaking your hips!, Denmark would say.) Next, it was Finland’s turn.
"7 points, uh? How does it feel, Sweden?" Denmark smirked.
“I would have given him more, but since that unfortunate event happened…,” Finland stated bitterly. Sweden knew it was better to stay silent (not that he talked a lot, anyways.) Denmark, however, wasn’t very good at staying silent.
"Points for Norway and Iceland as well? Be original!"
"Well, Denmark. How about if you let us see your voting?" Norway suggested.
“Ah, well…”
"4 points to Sweden? How generous, Denmark." Iceland smiled.
As for Finland, he was smirking. "Top scores for both Iceland and Norway. And you were saying we weren't original?"
“Okay, okay! I…I liked the songs of these guys as well…,” Denmark looked away, almost blushing. The other Nordic nations just chuckled. Finally, only Norway was left.
"You gave me 8 points, Norge? Would you accept a kiss from me, then?" Denmark smiled widely, looking very excited. Norway, on the other hand, didn't reply. He just looked away, slightly blushing.
"12 points...that's really nice of you, brother."
Iceland smiled kindly at Norway, "Don't even mention it."
“Well, the voting is over. I wonder who the winner is?” Denmark noted in a sarcastic tone, making everyone to roll their eyes.
No one was surprised when Norway was proclaimed as the winner of Eurovision 2009. And as the confetti flew everywhere and Sweden and Finland hugged each other (apparently having sorted things out, already), Denmark couldn’t help but feel his chest swelling with pride, especially when Norway gave his speech.
"спасибо большое, Россия. Thank you, all Europe!" he said this to the audience, but his eyes were fixed over on his Nordic nations who were with him during the whole contest. Yes, Norway totally deserved a kiss from Denmark and some sweet pampering…
…at least, until Eurovision 2010, that is!
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Notes:
- Norway's the cutest guy on the contest. That was exactly what Iceland's representative said after giving Iceland's voting, as you can see here (8:50).
- спасибо большое, Россия (Rom. Spasibo bol'shoe, Rossiya). Russian for Thank you very much, Russia. That whole line was briefly what Alexander Rybak said after receiving his trophy.
- And in case you want to watch, the Nordics presentations:
Sweden: Malena Ernman - La Voix
Iceland: Yohanna - Is It True?
Denmark: Brinck - Believe Again
Norway: Alexander Rybak - Fairytale
Finland: Waldo’s People - Lose Control
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy
Rating: PG
Characters, Pairings: Finland, Sweden, Denmark, Norway, Iceland. Slight Finland/Sweden, hints of Denmark/Norway, Denmark/Iceland if you squint.
Summary: Denmark is worried, Sweden can't dance and Norway practices with a violin. Everything can happen on such a harsh competition...it's Eurovision time!
Notes: Written for the
nordic5_xmas Secret Santa Exchange. Special thanks to abarero for both betaing this fic and organizing this exchange! ♥ “I’m worried, I’m worried, I’m worried…”
Denmark was walking around backstage, his anxiety visible at first glance. It was an important day for him, since he would be competing against many other countries in a singing contest. And not just a simple contest, it was Eurovision! Of course it would be important for him; it was his chance to be awesome! Everybody would be watching him, and…
"Denmark, I'd suggest you to lower your voice. Everybody's trying to practice a little, you know," Norway mumbled in a quiet voice.
Denmark looked at him, astonished. "Norge, this is an international competition being broadcasted all around the world. How can you go to the stage playing...playing a violin?! Are you even taking this event seriously?!"
“Trust me, I’m taking it really seriously. Thanks.”
“But…”
“You should trust Norway, Denmark. He’s the favorite. All the bets are riding on him, after all!,” Finland interrupted with a big smile. “Besides, I must agree that you should lower your voice. You wouldn’t want to bother our host…”
Denmark shuddered. He had forgotten about the host country, and he certainly didn’t wanted dear Russia to be bothered with his yelling.
“I see you’re very excited already, everyone,” Iceland approached the other Nordic nations. “Here’s the order we’re going to perform in during the competition.”
Everybody looked over Iceland’s shoulder at the paper he held, sighing out of relief after seeing none of them would be the one to open the show.
“I see you’ll be the first of us to sing, Sweden!” Denmark exclaimed. “Forth place, how does it feel? Are you…nervous?”
Sweden just gave him a blank glare. “S’ not a’big deal.”
“Su-san has been practicing a lot, Denmark,” Finland said standing next to Sweden and taking his arm. “I’m sure he’ll be fine. By the way, are you feeling any better?”
“Well…” “The show’s about to start,” Iceland interrupted. “It’s time to take our seats in at the front of the stage.” Denmark gulped. As their partners started moving, Denmark rambled on. “I’m not nervous, I’m not nervous, I’m not nervous…”
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The show started with a nice Cirque du Soleil presentation, which was praised enthusiastically by the Nordic nations. When it was over, it was time for the nations to present their performances. As Iceland had said, Sweden was the fourth one to present. Before him, Lithuania and Israel performed being observed carefully by all of them…except for Denmark. It was when France stepped onto the stage that an almost asleep Denmark finally awoke.
“Hey France!” He yelled. “Why don’t you shake your hips a little? I’m getting bored, ma--“ A quick and serious glare from Norway was enough to shut him up.
“Ah, it’s Su-san’s turn!” Finland beamed. All of them looked to the stage, where an impeccably dressed Sweden in a white suit was already standing in there.
“This will be a good show. What’s he going to do, to model us his suit or something?” Denmark grinned.
“Actually, he’s going to sing,” Finland replied, not looking annoyed at all. “This is a singing contest, isn’t it?”
"Wait a second. Sweden can sing?"
"I've heard him sing before, and he doesn't have a bad voice at all,” Norway stated. “Different than what you'd normally hear, but not bad."
Denmark looked at Norway, wearing an incredulous look. "Well, let's see what happens...”
As Sweden started singing the first notes, Denmark cringed. Was the guy going to sing an opera song?
But everything changed in a matter of seconds, when an upbeat tune started to sound and lights were moving everywhere. Denmark had to remind himself he wasn't in an electronic party, since he was already starting to dance. And speaking of dance...
"Wait a minute, dancers? If I were you, I’d be jealous, Finland…"
Finland chuckled. "Actually, I suggested him to include the dancers. It's not like Su-san can dance at all, isn't it?"
"Ooooh, great idea! I wonder if he would mind if I go out there with them?"
"I don't think Sweden would notice, but someone else might mind,” Iceland mumbled.
“Who, Norge? Nah, I don’t think he’ll care about anything other than his violin!” Denmark replied, grinning towards Norway. Norway didn’t reply, but a slight frown on his face was a sign he had indeed heard.
Croatia and Portugal would perform after Sweden, and then, it was finally Iceland’s turn.
“Ah, it’s Iceland!” Finland smiled. “Norway, do you think he’ll be fine?”
“His song is rather good,” Norway replied, nodding. “I’m sure you’ll find it of your liking.”
“Iceland? Nah! I’m sure the poor guy will sing us a boring lullaby…,” Denmark smirked, ignoring the glares both Norway and Finland were giving to him.
However, when Iceland stepped on the stage, dressed completely in blue, Denmark had to swallow his words. As Iceland sang his ballad song, the Nordic nations stood silent, listening in awe.
"Iceland does have a really sweet voice, doesn’t he?" Finland mumbled, leaning towards Sweden who was already embracing him. "S' true," Sweden muttered, his nose nuzzling into Finland’s hair. “But y’ur voice’s sweet’r.” “Oh, Su-san…” Finland whispered, doing his best to hide his blush.
Denmark tried his best to ignore the lovey-dovey couple, being concentrated on Iceland's powerful voice. He could also see the look of Norway’s face; although impassive, the glow of his eyes would show the pride he was feeling for his brother. Denmark couldn’t help but to smile.
When Iceland stepped down of the stage, Norway was the first to congratulate him. "You did a really good job, brother," he smiled. "It was a nice touch to include some classical instruments."
Denmark hurried to say some nice words as well. “Uh, congratulations, Iceland! That was, like, an amazing performance!”
Iceland nodded to both of them, looking pleased. “Thanks to both of you, guys. I’ll be looking forward to your presentations as well.”
“Oh shit!” Denmark smashed his forehead. “I’m the next one!”
“Denmark, are you alright?” Norway inquired, looking just the slightest bit concerned.
He started chanting again. “I’m not nervous, I’m not nervous, I’m not nervous…”
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It would still be awhile until Denmark’s presentation. The Nordic nations all waited patiently, listening to every song…or at least they tried. Because it was really hard to hear anything at all with Denmark’s constant blabbering.
However, after Estonia stepped down of the stage, Denmark’s face grew full of vitality. “Finally, my turn! Sorry guys, but my band buddies are waiting for me!"
“Good luck, Denmark!” Finland waved. “Show us everything you have to give!”
Meanwhile, Iceland whispered to Norway. “What do you think…is his song good?” “I think he is…,” Norway trailed off. “However, I’m kind of scared. He spoke about a surprise and I don’t think I want to know what it was he referring to.”
As Denmark stepped onto the stage, they all fell silent. The first impression was good. No one could argue against Denmark's good looks, since he admittedly looked very handsome with his white shirt and leather jacket. The band was a bit deceiving, since they all thought Denmark would be singing for sure some bad-sounding rock song.
However, they were pleasantly surprised, since Denmark’s song was actually very nice to listen to. It was hard to believe Denmark was actually singing a cheesy love song, and even more shocking, it turned out Denmark’s ‘surprise’ was to sing on his knees, much to everyone’s embarrassment.
Denmark stepped down from the stage looking victorious. “What do you think, guys… really amazing, huh?”
Iceland arched an eyebrow. "Is there any reason you had to be on your knees, Denmark?"
“Not to mention that cheesy song was far from being ‘manly’, by your standards,” Norway retorted with a slight smirk.
"S-Shut up! It was a very manly song! And I wanted to give it a dramatic tone, that’s all!"
“Yeah, whatever you say. I’ll be preparing my presentation,” Norway waved, heading backstage.
Indeed, after Germany, Turkey and Albania made their presentations, it was Norway’s turn. The Nordic nations were all strangely excited (something rather rare for them), while Denmark was stifling laughter at Norway’s small violin. He was also ready to comfort him, after was what surely going to be a failure on Norway’s part.
But as Norway started his performance, Denmark’s eyes were locked on him. Norway was performing so lively, like nothing Denmark had never seen before from the other nation. He couldn't stop admiring Norway's skilled fingers, and how they did their magic over the violin's strings. Quite an irony, being that Norway's song was indeed called Fairytale...
"T-that dance was awesome!" Denmark beamed in awe, as the dancers did their jumps and whirls. And it wasn’t over yet, as Norway started to sing in a deep but powerful voice.
“I’m actually more amazed with Norway’s voice. It’s really good,” Iceland pointed out.
"Yeah, it’s good and all, but…hey, those are cute girls! Why does Norge get such cute girls while I'm stuck with a bunch of guys heavy on testosterone?" Denmark whined, ignoring the glare his band mates were giving him at that moment.
“Well, Denmark…what do you think now of Nor—“
“Fireworks!” Denmark beamed enthusiastically clapping and interrupting Finland, as Norway finished his presentation. The other nation just chucked, giving him a look that clearly said ‘I told you so.’
"I guess it's time to get myself ready. Have a good time, everyone!” Finland stood up. “I hope you can enjoy my presentation!"
Finland singing. Denmark couldn’t imagine that! He wondered what kind of show Finland would give; but first, he would have to see cute Ukraine, good old Romania, and the stodgy British guy. And then, it was Finland’s turn at last.
Denmark couldn't keep his mouth closed after seeing him. He was dressed with jeans, a wide jacket and a hat. And as he started singing something that vaguely resembled a rap, along with a nice-sounding chorus…
"S’ not rap, s’Eurodance," Sweden grumbled. Denmark smacked his forehead, realizing he had said that aloud.
"Hey Sweden, Finland's chorus girls are way better than your dancers!"
"Not chorus g’rls, b’t sing’rs."
Denmark rolled his eyes, until something else caught his attention. "That’s cool what those guys are doing with those fiery things. Do you think Finland would hire me for the next year? I'd like to try!"
"I'll ask ‘im."
Denmark sighed. Certainly, he wouldn’t get anything out of trying to speak with Sweden. But more importantly, just what had happened with good old Finland?
As Finland came back to his seat, Denmark rushed at him and tauntingly asked. "Who are you and what did you do with our Finland?"
Finland just smiled. “Ah, Denmark. I take you enjoyed my presentation?”
“T’was good,” Sweden muttered behind Denmark, causing Finland to blush.
Yeah, that was old Finland for you, Denmark thought, rolling his eyes. Letting himself flop back into his seat, Denmark prepared to see the last performance, Spain, before the start of the voting.
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He wasn’t nervous. Not at all.
"Oh God, it's voting time!" Denmark suddenly whined.
“Calm down, Denmark, or else we won’t be able to hear the votes,” Iceland scolded him.
Denmark pouted, while Spain started giving his votes. As soon as they appeared, Denmark started to complain. "Why is it that Spain didn't vote on any of us but Norway? That bastard!"
"But he gave Norway 12 points. That’s quite nice of him," Finland pointed out.
"Yeah, whatever…ah, Belgium! I'm sure that cutie will surely vote for…me…"
“Sorry to disappoint you, but she didn’t vote for any of us other than Norway either,” Finland smiled. “True, she just gave him 10 points, but..."
"Oh no, Belarus!" Denmark whined. “I’m sure that crazy chick won’t vote for any of…us…”
"She gave some points to you, Iceland!" Finland cheered.
Iceland smiled. “I’m really honored. I-“
"12 points to Norway again? I knew that bitch was up to no good!"
“…you make it sound as if voting for me was a bad thing…” Norway shot over at Denmark.
“Ah…of course not, Norge!” Denmark beamed. “Of course I’m… I’m happy you….you’re winning!”
As the voting went on, everybody gave points to Norway. Iceland got a decent amount of points as well, but the same couldn’t be said about any of the other Nordic nations. Eventually, it would be their turns to vote, and the first to do so was Sweden. Denmark couldn’t believe when he saw the scores.
"Sweden, you traitor! Why did you give such a low score to your wife?"
"Su-san, but I thought you liked it...” Finland pouted, his expression a bit sad. Sweden was about to say something when he was interrupted by Denmark.
"Well, at least you give a decent score to Iceland!"
"I'm grateful for that score, Sweden," Iceland nodded.
"S’ okay." Sweden grumbled, excusing himself from the group. He would need to speak privately with Finland as soon as possible or else, he would have problems back home…
There weren’t surprises with the following countries, as most of them would give high scores to Norway. Eventually, it was Iceland’s turn.
"Iceland, you voted for me! I love you so much right now I could kiss you!"
"If you kiss me, Denmark, I will take back that score," Iceland glared menacingly.
"But..."
"Wow, 8 points! Thanks a lot, Iceland! That’s really nice of you. Not like some people…"
"It's no big deal, Fin---"
"What's that about Norway being the cutest guy in the contest? Are you blind, Iceland? It's obvious the cutest one was me!"
“It’s…not what you think…,” Iceland blushed, looking away uncomfortably.
There were other surprises along the way, such as France gave 5 points to Denmark (France, you’re the best! I can even forgive you for not shaking your hips!, Denmark would say.) Next, it was Finland’s turn.
"7 points, uh? How does it feel, Sweden?" Denmark smirked.
“I would have given him more, but since that unfortunate event happened…,” Finland stated bitterly. Sweden knew it was better to stay silent (not that he talked a lot, anyways.) Denmark, however, wasn’t very good at staying silent.
"Points for Norway and Iceland as well? Be original!"
"Well, Denmark. How about if you let us see your voting?" Norway suggested.
“Ah, well…”
"4 points to Sweden? How generous, Denmark." Iceland smiled.
As for Finland, he was smirking. "Top scores for both Iceland and Norway. And you were saying we weren't original?"
“Okay, okay! I…I liked the songs of these guys as well…,” Denmark looked away, almost blushing. The other Nordic nations just chuckled. Finally, only Norway was left.
"You gave me 8 points, Norge? Would you accept a kiss from me, then?" Denmark smiled widely, looking very excited. Norway, on the other hand, didn't reply. He just looked away, slightly blushing.
"12 points...that's really nice of you, brother."
Iceland smiled kindly at Norway, "Don't even mention it."
“Well, the voting is over. I wonder who the winner is?” Denmark noted in a sarcastic tone, making everyone to roll their eyes.
No one was surprised when Norway was proclaimed as the winner of Eurovision 2009. And as the confetti flew everywhere and Sweden and Finland hugged each other (apparently having sorted things out, already), Denmark couldn’t help but feel his chest swelling with pride, especially when Norway gave his speech.
"спасибо большое, Россия. Thank you, all Europe!" he said this to the audience, but his eyes were fixed over on his Nordic nations who were with him during the whole contest. Yes, Norway totally deserved a kiss from Denmark and some sweet pampering…
…at least, until Eurovision 2010, that is!
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Notes:
- Norway's the cutest guy on the contest. That was exactly what Iceland's representative said after giving Iceland's voting, as you can see here (8:50).
- спасибо большое, Россия (Rom. Spasibo bol'shoe, Rossiya). Russian for Thank you very much, Russia. That whole line was briefly what Alexander Rybak said after receiving his trophy.
- And in case you want to watch, the Nordics presentations:
Sweden: Malena Ernman - La Voix
Iceland: Yohanna - Is It True?
Denmark: Brinck - Believe Again
Norway: Alexander Rybak - Fairytale
Finland: Waldo’s People - Lose Control
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Date: 2009-12-29 08:33 pm (UTC)He wasn't exactly on her dress, but Sweden on a dress was certainly a cracktastic image that affected my mind xD Eurovision really does work with Hetalia, and I debated if to make countries being mere spectators, or to be them the ones singing. Naturally, that would lead to dress problems :P
And thanks to you for reading and for the prompt, I enjoyed doing this!