Old version!!!! Stuck With The Past [CountryhumansXReader]

Hysteria [old version]

Books. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. One dare to say it was a million. Books as far as the eye could see, whispering in all kinds of languages, stored in towering shelves.

There was nothing left for him to do other than stare.

He had seen books before. Of course he had. But not this many. And not all stored together.

"Let's see if I can get a book that translates old Norse." You mumbled, more to yourself than to the Viking, since he couldn't understand you.

He reverted his gaze back to you, closing his surprised mouth and getting back his cold and piercing gaze.

Sighing, you turned around and started walking through the huge corridors of books. You had your translation and new language practicing books right up front, because you needed them quite often.

Dragging a ladder behind you, you looked up to the books that were sorted alphabetically.

A for Algerian.

You continued walking down the isle.

B for Belorussian.

You looked down at the floor. This was going to take a long time.

Dutch. Frisian. Hungarian. Iranian.

Mumbling things out of anger because your arm felt like it was about to fall off from dragging the ladder the whole time, you didn't realize that Skáney had glued his eyes onto a book that translated Scottish Gaelic. The cover was beautiful, the letters on it were calligraphic and shimmered golden, the decorated like the old Celtic style.

Meanwhile you had found the books that started with O. They were on the very top, so bringing the ladder had luckily benefitted.

Scandinavia had carefully picked up the book and let his fingers run across the cover as tenderly as his rough and blistered hands allowed it. He opened the book to see if it was just as beautiful on the inside.

Climbing up, you found yourself in the middle of the O section.

Ossetian. Oriya. Old French. Old Norse!

You stretched your arm out to reach the outlying book.

Meanwhile the Viking had disappointment written all over his face. The inside of the book was nothing but weird letters all bunched up together. Why? Why would someone do that? It was like purposely spilling ink on a beautiful hand drawn picture.

After you had the book safely in your hands, the ladder started shaking. Startled, you shrieked, realizing you might have leaned a bit too far out.

Searching for your companion to а see if he had moved the ladder, you saw him standing further away, one of your books in his hands.

Instinctively your grip on the ladder tightened.

Had he hurt your book? Tore a page? Bent the cover?

He seemed to be very upset about something, angrily staring at the words inside of it.

As he reached for the binding, you realized what he was about to do.

"Are you out of your damned mind?!" You yelled, making him look up to you in surprise.

"If you tear out the pages in that book, I'll make sure you'll eat your remaining eye for breakfast tomorrow!"

How dare he attempt hurting your child?

Him on the other hand was trying to process what you were so mad about. He was doing you a favor, really. The book would be worth way more without the ugly scribbles inside.