Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.


I walked out of the town gate. I was glad that I could finally see the cliffs outside of town. I had wanted to see them since I came here from Norway.

Just a few days ago I came here with my grandfather. He was getting tired of living in Norway and wanted to find a new place to settle. My grandfather decided to become a baker like he was back in Norway.

The cliffs here are very rocky up so I have to be careful of how I walk.

Soon I reached the cliff. Everywhere I looked there were Puffins. I found a soft patch of grass to sit on after looking a few minutes. I watched the Puffins scurry around. After a little while one of the Puffins waddled over next to me. Did they normally do this?

The puffin tipped its head and looked at me a while then it came closer. Now it was a few inches from me and I stuck my hand out to it. I wondered what it would do.

It came closer to my hand and it actually stepped up and began to rest one of its feet on my palm. Then it tapped my fingers with its orange and yellow beak.

I gently stroked the top of the puffin's head. It seemed to like it. It's head was soft.

Then I noticed that was a bow on the neck of it.

"That's why you came up to me. You're really used to being around people… I hope it won't upset your master that I stroked your head…"

"I don't mind. He likes it."

I jumped.

I turned my head to see a young boy behind me…


A/N: This is the same Puffin island that you guys used to read. I just made a few tweaks here and there to sound not as bad. It was bad. This bad. See?