I was at the pier at the beach the other day. And this is what happened. This is all true. But I just left out the fact that a strange Jamaican looking man came up to me and said "Don't fall in the water." Even though I was sitting on the bench. This is like a Fem!Norway, Fem!Iceland, Fem!Japan, Fem!Spain, thing. But if you'd like, you can imagine the 'she' is a 'he'. I really want to meet my Iceland.
She looked at the snow globe, deep in thought. 'Iceland...' There, in the little snow globe, was a picture of Iceland's flag. 'I promise, to meet you.' She stated. Her tan hands shook the globe slightly, making the white snow dance in water. 'I wonder if you still wish to meet me, too.' The girl sat there on the bench at the pier. People fishing and chatting amongst themselves, paying no heed to the girl in distress.
It was a windy day. The waves crashed viciously, the girl's hair moved in fast motion, along with her clothes. It even rocked her side to side, but not in a gentle way. But she didn't care, all she wanted was Iceland. It was hard to see, her dark bangs poking her eyes, forcing her to look down. Forcing her to look down at the snow globe in her hands.
Tears welled up in her eyes time to time. But never fell. For she hated looking weak in front of people. And for the wind, wiping her tears that never dared fall. She dug in her purse and pulled out her phone, searching through her contacts. She couldn't call any of her choices, she didn't want to bother them, but she turned her back on her morals and called her redheaded friend.
"Hello?" A voice answered. "Hey. Japan!" The girl responded. She tried to speak loudly without shouting. 'Stupid wind!' The girl spoke with her friends on the other line. Apparently, her other friend was at Japan's house. It was a short chat. The girl tried calling Iceland, the one she yearned for, knowing that it's useless, but she was discouraged as an answering machine replied.
Her smile made it's way to a slight frown. She ended the call and returned to watching the ocean and staring at the snow globe. 'I promise you. I will meet you, someday...'
