Outside a large house, wind blew snow around and let it pile up to cover the earth in a beautiful white blanket. The stars were out and the moon was full. It seemed like a perfectly quite winter night until a loud crash came from the Nordic house.
"Ow!" a tall Norwegian man grunted as he fell to the floor, "Mathis, I told you to hold the ladder still."
"I'm sorry," the Danish man replied chuckling, "I was gunna take a sip of my beer and forgot that I was keeping you up."
"You're such an idiot," the White haired male of the five said annoyed.
"Guys," a somewhat effeminate voice said, "Tyra's going to be here any minute; we have to finish getting ready. Belward, help me put up this banner."
The Swedish man grunted and instead of holding the ladder for the Finnish man, he grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up, hands grazing over Tino's bottom.
"I didn't mean like that!" Tino said nervously.
In the blink of an eye, all hell broke out. Emil and Lukas began arguing with Mathis while Tino fought for dear life against Belward's attempts of molestation. In the midst of all the chaos, the five Scandinavian men didn't even notice the front door opening revealing a petite blone female with her luggage's on either side of her.
"Guys, I'm home!" Tyra exclaimed as she entered the house smiling only to have it fade as soon as she saw the sight in front of her.
The five males stopped what they were doing as soon as they heard her voice and all sang, "Hi, Tyra," as the welcome home banner Tino managed to put up fell on top of them.
She let out a sigh and once again smiled. As idiotic as they could be, being away for so long, she missed moments like these.
After settling down in her old room, she made her way to the living room where the five males were sitting. She took a spot at the end of the couch next to Mathis and stretched her legs, resting her feet on Lukas.
"Get your smelly feet away from me," Lukas said pushing your feet off of his lap.
"That's no way to treat Tyra after she just got back," Mathis said childishly as he pulled her into a hug.
She giggled at his affection, but then pushed him away. "I've only been gone for four months; enough with the hugging."
"Yeah, whatever," he said taking a swig of beer.
"So how was NYU?" Tino asked excitedly.
"Oh, my gosh!" she squealed like an American, "It was amazing; I love New York. They have the best parties."
"I thought you went to New York to study journalism," Emil stated confused.
"I did!" she exclaimed defensively, "but in order to be a good journalist, you need to get connections. To get connections, you have to go to parties and play games."
"What kind of kind of games?" Belward asked curiously.
"Oh," she said forgetting an important fact, "you never went to college because your countries so you don't know what I'm talking about."
"No duh, Sherlock," Lukas said sarcastically.
"Alright. Let your lesson on College Games 101 begin!" she exclaimed.