Why hello there! This is my first serious fan-fiction i've ever wrote and it's for HETALIA! I really love the Nordics so I decided to make this about them! I also plan to upload hopefully every week-end. Anyways...

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ITS CHARACTERS THEY BELONG TO HIDEKAZ HIMARUYA.

But I do own Willmiere (Pronounced will-me-er) :3

Thankyou for reading and enjoy!


In The Name of the King

It all started on a winters day, when the sun was falling into sleep and the moon was climbing the ladders to the sky. The icy wind came swirling in through any available crack in the walls while the castle was in panic. People were racing around finding what they needed to complete the task they had been set. They were crying and calling for the royal doctor, as the King had collapsed in an unexplained instance.

" Ice! Iceland wake up!" The familiar voice of your older brother forced you to rise from your humble slumber.

It was Norway, with Denmark by his side. They were in a look of urgency, but you had no idea what had happened.

" What? What's going on?" You murmured sleepily as you gained your senses.

"The King is sick," Denmark exclaimed. "We need to find your friend, the Doctor. Where did you last see him?!"

"I last spoke to him in the library, when I was doing a little research on dragon calls."

Your mind was still half-asleep, but you were pulled from the hay stack you were sleeping on in the stables and dragged to the to the side entrance of Castle Atlas. As you entered the castle people rushed around you, nearly knocking you to the ground. Your armour clunked around as you winded your way through the maze of the castle and candle lights flickered as you passed by.

Finally your group entered the Library, the home to thousands of adventures, poems and all the information you could wish for. Norway released your hand and you stood still, getting your bearings. The duo of your older brothers ran through the library, checking every aisle and floor of the place.

"Willmiere!" You shouted as you joined in the hunt.

"Sir Iceland?" Replied the voice of a middle-aged man.

You stopped to turn to where the voice was coming from, and Willmiere stepped out from behind a book-shelf.

"NORWAY! DENMARK! I FOUND HIM!" Your voice echoed throughout the Library, echoing off the walls and into the night.

"What seems to be the matter Iceland?" Willmiere asked puzzled as to why you needed him.

Just as he finished his sentence your older brothers came running around the book-shelves and to where the two of you stood.

"Willmiere we need you to come to the King's quarters immediately, the King is sick." Norway explained while catching his breath.

The four of you rushed out of the library and quickly made your way to the destination. Pushing open the large wooden doors to the King's quarters, you were greeted with castle maids who quickly organised them-selves to make a path way for Willmiere. Willmiere rushed over to the unconscious King laying on his bed.

"Everyone leave the room, Including the knights!" He ordered.

Everyone obeyed, and people flooded out of the room and into the corridor like a surge of animals escaping from their pen. Maids started to run about telling people to stop looking for the doctor, while you, Norway and Denmark sat down on the ground and rested from all the running around you had been doing.

"Do you reckon the King will be alright?" You said as you caught your breath.

"I dunno Ice." Answered Denmark.

"Only Willmiere will know." Finished Norway, as the three of you rose from the ground.

You sighed as the three of you headed down the corridor towards the dining hall, where you would participate in your nightly game of cards with your brothers. You would also wait for the diagnosis of the King.

As you walked along you peer out the window and look to the sky, where the moon was laying and the stars shimmered around it. You loved the night, but unfortunately the night doesn't love the day dwellers in the same way. Creatures of the night will use any chance they get to try and exterminate those who live under the warm embrace of the sun. The town below the beaming moon was brightly lit up to keep the monsters of moon away, and to keep the villagers safe.

You turn back and look forward to your brothers in front of you. Norway, the middle brother, protects you at all costs and has sworn that if you ever get seriously hurt or killed he would use all the power he controls to help you. He is also magical and wields some of the most powerful magic in the Kingdom. The eldest brother, Denmark, is more of a father figure to you. He is incredibly strong and slays enemies by slicing and chopping them with his broad-sword and battle-axe, which he carries both on his back. You, Iceland, are the youngest of the three, as well as the shortest and weakest, but you exceed at the logical side of things and are a trained medic. You carry with you a bow and various potions and healing supplies. You have no trouble hitting fast moving objects with your trusty bow, which Willmiere gave to you. Willmiere is the Royal Doctor, and doctor of the towns-folk as well. He is also the caretaker of the castle library, and in his younger days one of the top knights of the kingdom. Even though he is one of the older members of the Nordic knights doesn't mean he can't defend himself. With his long-sword in hand he can easily slay countless enemies. You also had two other brothers, Finland and Sweden, but they were swallowed by the darkness along many other knights a few years ago. No-body knows where they went, and no-body has been brave enough to find out.

As your thoughts of every one continued in your head you didn't realise your brothers had stopped, and you walked straight into them. But before you could apologise you noticed they were looking at something out-side. You turned your head to look out and see what was wrong, and as soon as you did screams could be heard from the village. Your eyes widened at the site, and soon the castle was in full panic mode again.