Hi there! I'm Lauren and this is my first fanfic! Okay, first things first. This is an OC story so if you don't like them, don't read. Now look I probably lost some viewers... Anyway, please R&R! I need the criticism! M'kay now read!
It was cold that day, if she remembers correctly. Of course you can't blame her, she was barely a child; a toddler to be exact. She was never given a name due to her isolation on a minor island that isn't inhabited. She named herself Åland because it was such a beautiful name and that's what the sign read that was by the measly dock where she looked out at the vast sea looking toward the mainland. Åland showed her affection to the organisms around the island and in return, they helped her survive. The coastal birds brought her fish and ate any type of edible vegetation she can find. She didn't really rely on them, but define it as "assistance".
After a fulfilling dinner, Åland hopped into a tree and to the next and so on until she found the one that suited her needs to have a peaceful rest. It seems hard to believe seeing a child, this young, having to rely on survival unlike most children that are living their childhood. To be honest, at this time what was the perfect childhood?
Was it having the best parents? How when you don't even know who your father because most men went around the world to conquer. Their purpose is to expand Scandinavia, but never came upon what was her island. Åland would watch from the coast and see the large ships pass by. Sometimes she wouldn't even sleep because the men would be so shrill. The one thing that always intrigued her was the Vikings on the ships that came and went. Åland saw different faces every single time, except for three. It looked like they haven't aged a bit! One wore navy blue with dull eyes; another wore red, had spiky hair, and always smiled with his axe in his grasp. The last one wore a plain blue cloak, he had glasses, was the tallest, and the most serious. He always to glare at the one in red. If you looked closely, the one with glasses can pass for Åland's brother.
As Åland was lying on the beach, they passed her island up close and Åland sprinted to the nearest bush, frightened. She peaked out of the bush, leaves tangled in long, blonde hair. The ship had stopped at the dock with the three exiting first. As instinct, Åland ran further into the wilderness not noticing the rustling she caused.
"What was that?" asked the one that represented the country of Norway.
"I don't know, but we have to explore this island in order to claim it as our own," said the one called Sweden.
"C'mon let's go!" Denmark exclaimed. Hours later they were in the deepest part of the wilderness, which was where Åland was hiding in the trees. She was like an owl; she had a sharp eye in little light.
Denmark, Sweden, and Norway made camp below the tree Åland inhabited. She dozed off every now and then, but she refuses to take a nap or even close her eyes. She was wondering why these strangers that are supposed to be nations are on her land. Of course, they're Vikings; never asking for permission for anything. So typical.
"What are we going to do about this place? Nobody lives here," Norway stated.
"Haha! I shall make this part of my kingdom!" Denmark stood in a valiant pose, assuming that would make him ruler of the land.
"NO!" the Norwegian and Swede demanded.
"Besides, I think Sve should take this one. He hasn't taken any land yet," Sweden gave a faint smile as Norway supported him. But this didn't please Åland.
"HEJ(1)! What are you doing in my home?! You can't take it!" Åland exclaimed. Sweden and Denmark stood in shock for she spoke the words of their language.
"I knew this was my land!" Åland stared at the Dane confused.
"Vad snackar du om?(2)" she asked, putting Denmark and Norway into shock.
"It's her."
"We don't know for sure, Sve. It can be anyone."
What did the Swede mean by "it's her"? Åland was extremely confused. First, there are strangers on her island trying to figure out who owns it, now one's claiming that he knows her without any identification in return. Of course Åland has grasped that they were nations, but what would they want with her?
Sweden stepped to her, "Is your name Åland?" How did he know that was her name? Surely it was obvious that the sign by the dock said "Välkommen till Åland" in sloppy letters, but how can he just assume that was the title she went by?
"Ja(3), how did you know?" Åland questioned.
Sweden held out his arms so Åland can come down from the tree. But instead of setting her down onto the earth, he tossed her over his shoulder like she was some sack of potatoes. The Swede was the first to head to the ship, "We found her. Let's go."
It might be a little OOC, but bear with me here... R&R Please! I'll try to update as much as I can!
(1) Hey!
(2) What are you talking about?
(3) Yes
I don't know Swedish, so Google Translate... I know I know... I have nothing else to rely on...