Nobody knew what name to give the blue flames after that one day they first appeared at Iceland's home.

At one moment he was simply fixing his puffin's bow tie, and at the next moment he realized that something was off. His hands were trembling slightly while he was walking to the window which was looking at one of the volcanoes on his land, Grímsvötn. Strangely enough, he stared at it for long time before looking around.

The thing that made him that nervous was the smell of something burning. He was one of the few countries that still remembered the acid smell of an erupting volcano. Not seeing any smoke or activity from Grímsvötn - the one volcano he was particularly scared of as it had erupted just few years ago out of nowhere, made him nervous and scared.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. Surely, I can scent the burning and the smell of fire, he though to himself before opening his eyes. But why is there no smoke anywhere around?

That's when he noticed the tiny blue flame right next to his right shoe. His purple eyes widened with surprise as he knelled down to look at it.

"So you are the cause for the smell of burning..." Iceland whispered, relaxing. The country took a deep breath and blew at the flame.

But it didn't go out. The blue fire didn't even twitch at Iceland's blow.

He tried again. And again. And again. But nothing happened.

Before he could actually step on the flame, the phone in his home rang loudly, almost making Iceland fall on his back from surprise. He sighed and went to pick the phone up.

"Yes, who is-"

"Ice!" someone yelled in the speaker of the phone. The familiar loud voice of Denmark met his quiet speaking with a loud crack from the speaker.

Iceland's eyes narrowed as he moved the speaker slightly away from his ear and spoke with an irritated and annoyed voice to his friend.

"If you don't stop yelling, I won't feel very well and I'll probably be half deaf," he hissed before sighing. "What do you want, Den?"

Denmark took a deep breath before saying with a somber, serious voice that was unusual for the usually mischievous country.

"Ice, is anything strange going on in your country? If something is happening, tell me immediately. Now."

Iceland sat down on his chair and sighed before looking at his fingers. He was surprised that Denmark was serious as it happened very rarely - and that meant that something really important was going on (probably).

"Ummm... Nothing except a random blue flame in my garde-"

"NORWAY!" Denmark suddenly yelled loudly again, and luckily this time it was not in the direction of the phone.

Some rustling papers were heard from the speaker before another voice spoke.

"Ice... Don't touch those flames. Not with any part of your body. Never. Just don't do it." Norway's words were filled with worry and something darker Iceland couldn't recognize.

"Nor..." he murmured worriedly, a question lingering in the silence that followed after that.

What was going on?

Few hours later, the blue flames had appeared all around the world. The television was buzzing with people speaking only about them, scientists trying to discover what they were and random chats filled with gossiping about the phenomenon.

Fifteen nations had been calling Iceland for hours, trying to get as much information as possible to him as realizations hit him that he was the first place the blue fire appeared in.

The day had been horrible for the small island country. He was tired and exhausted after all the phone calls he received. After the sixty seventh he almost yelled at America for bothering him for the twentieth time and then unplugged the phone, thus ending the series of endless calls.

Sighing with annoyance, he laid on his bed and closed his eyes, wanting to go to sleep and then wake up, realizing that the whole day was simply a weird dream.

But sadly it wasn't meant for it to be a such thing. Thirty seconds later a loud explosion from his garden made his house tremble and clank from the sound wave. Iceland jumped from his bed, his puffin flying around him frantically. He ran to his front door and swung it open only to freeze dead in place from the thing he saw.

Right on the place where the tiny blue flame was now stood a huge burned up patch of ground, the stench of acid smoke in the air all around him. But it wasn't simply the crater of the explosion that terrified him. No, it was the thing laying in the middle of it.

A blackened, burned up body was laying on the ground, everything from the torso down to it's legs missing, with only smoking black blood and pieces of shattered bones tossed around it. The head was still on it's place, and whatever had been left from it was some smoldering hair and burned skin. The mouth was open and mist was slowly coming out of it.

Iceland simply stared at the body of the man for minutes, his brain unable to understand what was going on or what had happened.

With a slow and uncertain movement he stumbled backwards, but tripped and fell on his butt. And simply continued to stare at the body.

At the same time, in the distance, another loud explosion was heard, then a second one, then a third one. Screams arose up in the bright blue sky.

And Iceland was still simply staring at the man.

Within the following few minutes, the world turned upside down.

Time : 05:27 PM GMT, Date : 19th of August 2024, Friday.

Dear diary, today is the day everything turned upside down.