"But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more." - Hans Christian Andersen's 'The Little Mermaid'

Denmark whistled to himself as he walked along one of his beaches, hands in pockets as the wind blew coldly. His whistling stopped abruptly as he saw one of his, dare he say favorite, citizens writing in a book.

"Hallo Mister Andersen~," Denmark said happily with a wide grin as he came closer to the writer. The man looked up in shock but gave a friendly nod.

"Good morning Mister Køhler. How are you today?" The middle aged man asked politely. He didn't know that Mathias was his county's personification, but he did feel that the seemingly younger man was of great importance, and that he was older than he seemed.

Denmark grinned, "Quite well. I actually was re-reading 'The Little Mermaid' this morning and decided to go for a walk along the beach." He looked down to the water that crashed onto the sand and turned to sea foam and couldn't stop the small wince that flitted across his face. "But how are you? Are you writing a new story?" The Dane asked excitedly.

The writer laughed softly and shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. I was just writing things down for later."

The tall Dane sighed and nodded. "I see." He gazed out across the ocean and pretended he could see the shores of his friend's nation. He smiled softly as he pictured the smaller Norwegian walking across his own beaches as the sun slowly set, maybe even thinking of the loud Dane.

Mister Andersen smiled warmly to the younger looking man. "Something on your mind, Mister Køhler?" He asked.

"Huh?" Denmark jumped slightly. "Oh... Uh..." He blushed slightly. "Heh. The man I love lives across this ocean. I was imagining him walking along his beaches."

Andersen nodded, frowning slightly. "What is he like? If you don't mind me asking of course."

Denmark shrugged. "He's got light blonde hair, and blue eyes that seem to look straight through you at times. He wont admit it, but he does like fairy tales. He's a good older brother..." He trailed off as he thought of Iceland. The Dane shook his head and chuckled dryly. "But he's cold to everyone else, including me. It would appear that I love a man who seems as cold as ice."

The writer perked up. "I'm sorry to hear that Mister Køhler."

The spiky haired blonde grinned and shook his head. "Don't be. I know he feels the same for me as I do him."

Andersen nodded and smiled softly to the love struck man. "That is good then. I hate to do this Mister Køhler, but I must get home and I may have story for you soon. Good bye."

Denmark grinned widely. "Really?! That's great! Good bye Mister Andersen!" He waved to the fairy tale writer as he left.

Once he was far enough away, Hans Christian Andersen took out his small book and began to write down ideas.

As heart frozen, and as cold as ice.

He closed the book and continued his way home.

A/N: my favorite fairy tale as a kid was always The Snow Queen and with Disney making its little adaptation to the story I'm like so excited! Frozen is going to take place in Norway so of course my fangirl mind goes "Oooh! The Snow Queen was written by Hans Christian Andersen! So was The Little Mermaid! ooh! Frozen takes place in Norway?! Fangasm." So yep. Ficlet was born. I wrote this in my economics class and so I'm sorry if I'm spamming ya'll x3