Hello~~~

So, I decided to upload this now because I just don't have enough time to get this as far as to the point I want it to.

Also, I'm not exactly a funny person, but I just wrote this very casually..

Anyway. I hope you'll enjoy this first chapter~

Every time the holiday season rolled around, the Nordics would come together to enjoy the good times together. They'd always go out to eat, attend parties, play family games and generally got drunk and danced around the living room. Although Iceland would never admit it, he actually liked playing games like Twister and Cluedo with the four countries he got to call his family.

Playing games with the other Nordics was actually a lot of fun. Except for when Finland lost to Denmark. He could deal losing to Sweden, Norway or Iceland, but every time Denmark beat him he would get angry. Iceland assumed it was his aggressive side; the one that listened to death metal and could shoot a mouse from hundreds of meters away. That's why the other Nordics didn't mess with Finland, except for Denmark, of course. He seemed to enjoy having the small Finn chase him all though the house, outsmart him eventually and beat his ass. After that it was up to Norway to bring drag him to the couch, a chair or - preferably - his bed. Sometimes, when Lukas was in a good mood, he'd even bring the Dane to his own room because his bed was softer and his room was always clean and a nice warm temperature. It didn't happen very often, but it always made Emil happy to see that his brother did care about Mathias, even though he didn't show it. Emil had shipped them ever since he was old enough to see the affection and love that was behind all the slaps to the Dane's face or the hot coffee Mathias would make for Lukas. The Icelander had even caught the Dane setting an alarm, just so he could get up early just to bring Lukas his beloved morning coffee.

And just like other days, Emil had caught Mathias sneaking downstairs again in the early hours of the morning. Lukas liked to get up early, even though he was not a morning person as well. He'd always argue with 'what's the point of living if you're just sleeping all the time'. Emil guessed his lack of sleep might have played a part in his mood turning sour, even though he already was a little like that before he started to change his sleeping schedule. When Iceland was still a small nation, Lukas would smile much more. As Emil got older and the Viking Days became lost in history, that kind smile started to fade. That brought them to the point they were at in the modern day.
Mathias visibly missed that affectionate side of Lukas that he used to have. The Dane tried to hide it, but, truth be told, he wasn't good at it. From time to time, the youngest Nordic actually felt bad for the spikey-haired guy, but he'd never show him. Even as brothers, they would always hold secrets from the others.

Today, Emil had woken up because his pet puffin, Mr. Puffin, was constantly poking his cheek. The animal was basically screaming for food now and, not wanting to wake the others, Emil had to get out of bed to give the bird what he wanted. He threw his blanket off of him and sweeped his legs over the edge of the bed, reaching down to find his woolen socks. The Icelander liked to wear the fluffy and warm socks around the house, because the floor could be uncomfortably cold in the winter. Besides that, he also liked to wear them because Mathias had made them for him, but he'd never admit to the Dane that that's why he liked them even more than he already did.

''Yeah, yeah, I'm up,'' he told his pet puffin with a sore throat as he pushed himself up from his poofy bed. The bird fluttered up and landed on Emil's shoulder, who was walking towards the door. The wooden floor creaked under his weight. Since he had no carpet in his room, like the Finnish Nordic did, it was especially easy to hear.
When the door creaking open, Mr. Puffin leaped off his owner's shoulder and flew right down to the kitchen while Emil was still walking towards the stairs.

The Nordic mansion had this particular lay-out that made it easy for anyone in the hallway and a big part of the living room and kitchen to look up the stairs. A corridor on the first floor was only visible for a small part, as it was long and the most doors were covered by a wall.

Emil peered down into the kitchen, where he could just spot a part of the kitchen island and a few bar stools from the top of the stairs. Mr. Puffin was already sitting on the kitchen island, something he wasn't allowed to do because Tino thought it was unhealthy. He'd totally spaced out one day since his and Berwald's relation actually started to get more serious, though it had been as serious as Norway when he hadn't had his morning coffee yet for centuries. But now they had actually adopted a child together. Well, not exactly a child, because he was just like them. A micronation named Sealand had been their final pick. The tiny nation had been thrown out by Arthur, better known as the United Kingdom among others, and was looking for a home. Tino noticed him in a meeting one day and insisted they'd take him home. His Swedish partner agreed in an instant with a nod. Mathias was ecstatic to have someone who was just as immature as he was around. He didn't exactly say that, but all the other Nordics knew that was just the way it was. Lukas had agreed under the terms that the 'child' wouldn't touch all his magic-related stuff and generally just kept out of his room. The Norwegian sorcerer would hate to see Hanatamago turn into a horse.

And so he fed Mr. Puffin and grabbed a bowl of Skyr, some sort of thick and protein-packed yoghurt-like substance, for himself and went outside to watch the sun rise. Emil would shiver as he stood every once in a while, but he liked waking up properly when standing in the fresh air, especially now, when winter came peeking around the corner.

The snowy landscape was nothing less than magnificent to look at in the early morning's sun.

Behind him, a sound resembling something made of porcelain being put down came rushing towards him to disturb the silence. Emil turned around to peek inside, seeing the Danish man standing in the kitchen with a mug that had the Norwegian flag printed on it in his hands.

Just as every other day, the big oaf had gotten out of bed early to prepare coffee for Lukas. ''That guy is totally obsessed,'' Emil whispered to himself in an annoyed voice. Mathias had become a little bit of a stalker over time, but Emil was kind of endeared by his unconditional love and devotion as well. No matter how many times big brother Nor punched him, kicked him, changed him into a cow or Berwald, said something kind of hurtful or mean to him, Mathias would always seem to fall in love with him even more.

The Icelandic teen turned his attention back to the landscape in front of him, until he heard the sound of talking coming from inside after a couple of minutes.

''Thanks,'' the familiar voice of his brother filled Emil's ears. He peeked inside to see his older brother and his Danish kind-of-lover-although-everyone-knew-he-was-his-lover standing in the kitchen. It struck him that his brother was only wearing a relatively large shirt, presumably on of Mathias old shirts that he didn't wear anymore. The cause of that was that Lukas always stole those shirts. Iceland just guessed it was because the shirts smelled like Mathias and Lukas just couldn't resist the feeling of curling up in a warm shirt that smelled like Mathias.

The Dane grinned like an idiot. ''Anything for you, Norge.'' The Icelander rolled his eyes at that. ''I've put in a little bit more milk than last time, to make it a little more creamy,'' the tall Nordic explained and proceeded to stare at Lukas like they were Lady Gaga and Fan #1 as the Norwegian took a sip of the hot beverage.

Lukas' eyes drifted off to the ceiling as he concentrated on the flavour. '''S good,'' he mumbled and took another sip while Mathias almost got his head stuck in the ceiling when he made a small jump out of happiness. A small jump for the Dane - in this case - meant a giant jump that would be as good as impossible for a normal human being.
''Try not to break the ceiling, will you?'' the smaller Nordic added in an annoyed voice, trying to hide his smile when he thought of just how funny that would look.

Mathias nodded and took on a pose that reminded Emil of a soldier. He soon lost his composure, though, as he grabbed Lukas from behind to hug him tightly, almost spilling the coffee and creating some nasty burns with them.

Lukas exclaimed something along the lines of 'my God!' in Norwegian as he was picked up and held tightly. He just managed to put the cup down on the kitchen counter as Mathias spun him around through the air in a reckless way. When he was finally released from the iron grip, he instantly pushed Mathias back against the fridge and glared at him like he was Batman himself. ''Do you even know how dangerous that is?!'' he practically screamed. ''You could have hurt both of us!'' A sigh left his mouth. ''And of course I'd be the one to clean up your mess…''

The taller man of the two looked at the other with the most adorable puppy-like eyes.
''I'm sorry, Nor… I just really like being around you…'' he explained, now looking like a child whose lollipop had been taken away from him. ''I just want to show you how much I care about you…''

Lukas sighed and grabbed the collar of the Dane's shirt. ''You're a fucking idiot, you know that?'' he asked, shaking his head in annoyance. The other opened his mouth to say something, but was instantly silenced by Lukas, who pressed his lips against the other in a somewhat harsh manner. The peeping Icelander outside swallowed. He'd never seen his brother and the other Nordic interact with each other in such a… Surprisingly touchy-feely way… Not that he disliked the fact that his brother and the one who raised him had finally gotten together in the way the youngest Nordic always saw them. The two of them were like his parents to him and seeing this scene unfold right before his eyes only made that feeling much stronger. He'd always see the other Nordics as his brothers, but whenever he spotted these special moments between Mathias and Lukas, they felt like his parents as well.

Feeling slightly awkward, Emil decided to come out of his hiding spot and move to the cosy couch instead of the freezing cold outside.
He opened the door the lead to the porch and quickly slid through the small opening he'd made. When walking right past the two lovebirds, he grinned and added an ''I knew it'' to the mix of flustered faces, lips and tongues.

His older brother almost went head-first into the ceiling because of his jumpscare-brother, letting out a feminine scream as he jumped backwards, making him bump into the taller Nordic.
Mathias started to laugh like a maniac, earning a glare from Lukas. Berwald and Tino soon rushed downstairs to see if anyone had gotten hurt.

And so the day started off for the Nordics.

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