Estonia closed the door of his hotel room and strode confidently down the hall towards the elevators. As he did, he glanced down at his watch, even though he knew he was early. A world meeting was going to take place several floors down, and he always liked to be exactly on time in these occasions. He had made sure to leave his room a few hours before the scheduled meeting time just in case something happened on the way that could cause him to be late. This hotel was an unfamiliar one to him and it was so large, he was worried about getting lost.
The sweeping city skyline caught his eye as he passed by a large window. He was glad that the conference was being held in New York again, even though America had been the host many times over. His knowledge of English tongue was fairly decent, almost as good his Estonian, so he felt unafraid of traveling to the foreign country.
"Mr. Von Bock." A passing worker nodded to him. Obviously the staff had been told beforehand of the important meeting taking place at the hotel, but it had probably been explained as the board meeting of an international corporation. No one knew of their real positions as literal representations of their countries. Even America, dense as he could be at times, wouldn't give away their true identities. Secretly, Estonia suspected that America's obliviousness was just a façade and the other nation was actually smarter than he let on, but it wasn't his place to wonder. Instead, he turned his mind to something he had been thinking about the whole morning.
He had been thinking about his past. Most of his fellow countries usually defined him as a former Soviet state. But did anybody remember his past before that? Of his past as a raider of the sea? Everyone knew about the oh-so-famous Vikings of Scandinavia, of Sweden, Denmark, and Norway's violent and bloody exploits. But did anyone know about his? He himself had actually bested the Vikings and raided their ships. Yes, he, studious, quiet, docile Estonia, had bested the fearsome northern warriors. But did anyone even know? His mind suddenly took him back to a particularly successful raid...
A/N:
I haven't seen a lot of Estonia fics, and in the ones I read he's usually portrayed as a smart, quiet, "ace student" type of person. I really wanted to write a different take on him and I came across a Wikipedia page about the "Estonian Vikings", thus inspiring this story.
Known as the Oeselians, these were Estonians who inhabited an island called Saaremaa (Oesel in Latin), off the coast of mainland Estonia. They were first mentioned by Ptolemy around the 2nd century BC and their power lasted until around the 1200s, when they were converted to Christianity.
I'm trying be fairly historically accurate, so if there is anything weird or incorrect, feel free to let me know! Reviews and critiques are always appreciated. Thank you for reading! :)
