Hey guys, HetaWriter/HetaReader here; this time bringing you a new fic.

I noticed that several of you were wondering about Emil in Truffles and a Hammer, and I promised before that I would write something that involved him. So, here it is!

Now, be warned that this fic will become much more serious in tone than Truffles and a Hammer as it touches upon subjects that are definitely not light hearted. Some of these particular themes include bullying and abandonment. If I somehow offend anyone along the way, I deeply apologize.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia.

Now, shall we begin?

"Class," the Mr. Chao announced at the front, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. Once the noise died down, the Thai man beamed as he patted the back of the boy standing with him.

Everyone found themselves staring at the boy with the roll-call teacher; he had a rather strange, yet intriguing appearance. He had rather tousled silver-white hair and violet eyes. He was wearing the school's normal uniform, which consisted of a blue blazer, a white long-sleeved shirt underneath a beige sweater vest as well as dark blue plaid pants.

However, instead of a black tie, he was wearing what appeared to be a white ribbon.

"Thank you for finally paying attention, ana. This is Emil Thomassen," Mr. Chao continued, the gentle smile still gracing his features. "He recently moved here and is now going to join our school from now on – become a part of our family. I'm sure all of you will welcome him with open arms and make friends with him, ana. Emil, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?"

Emil may have looked impassive on the outside, much like his older brother Lukas, but truth be told; inside, he was extremely nervous.

He was born in Reykjavik and, despite moving away to Oslo when he was eight; felt that Iceland was the home closest to his heart.

His family was a strange one, to say the least. Lukas was his older brother who took pride in the Norwegian part of their family since he was born in Oslo. Their parents died at a rather young age, and as a result both ended up splitting apart. This was so because their aunt could only afford to look after one of them at the time. Because Emil was younger, Lukas had pushed him to stay with his aunt, while he himself went to live with their uncle in Copenhagen.

Emil missed his brother dearly, but he had made good friends in Oslo during his years of schooling, their aunt was very kind and filled that gap where a motherly presence was needed.

However, she was rather weak and unsurprisingly, she passed away.

Emil had been upset upon seeing the woman simply lying in her bed with no signs of movement. He had sobbed for days on end as Lukas, who had flown in from Copenhagen, comforted him with a warm hug and gentle strokes to the head.

The years had passed soon after with Lukas now home and looking after him instead having graduated from high school in Copenhagen. For a while, Emil felt things go back to normal as his brother stayed by him.

Imagine his surprise when Lukas had brought home a friend he met in Copenhagen.

The said friend was a Danish man by the name of Matthias. Matthias was the total opposite to his brother, being loud, outgoing and very upbeat. Emil was irritated by some of the Dane's antics as well as the foul stench of alcohol that burned his nostrils when Matthias would drink a bottle now and then. However, he couldn't help but feel more…uplifted by the Dane's presence.

Honestly, if the Dane wasn't home, Emil would feel that the house was rather empty without him. As if there was something missing.

Eventually, Emil found himself moving again, this time with Lukas and Matthias to Stockholm.

Lukas apparently had a good friend there – a Swedish man by the name of Berwald.

Upon the first meeting, Emil was frightened of the towering Swede with his piercing, storm-blue eyes, but soon relaxed upon seeing that the bespectacled barbarian was in fact, a gentle giant.

Berwald lived with his caretaker and a boy he had adopted in London and took home to Stockholm. The caretaker was a kind Finnish man by the name of Tino and though he was warm and welcoming, had a rather scary side to himself as revealed when he had rescued a puppy from a group of children who were throwing rocks at it.

To say that Emil was shocked by the Finn's sudden change in character was an understatement.

Berwald's adopted child, Peter, reminded Emil of Matthias, albeit much younger, with bushier eyebrows and with a British accent. Emil and Peter got along reasonably well since they were both the youngest in the household, surrounded by adults. However, the child was actually quite sickly and he would cough and shiver as cruel gales of freezing winds assaulted the house at night.

Emil was sixteen at the time, and he was having a nice walk with Peter and Hanatamago (the puppy that Tino had saved from the gang of children), just chilling in the cool night, when all of a sudden, noticing that the boy was no longer by his side on their walk, whipped his head around.

Peter was lying face down on the snowy ground.

Unsurprisingly, the Icelandic boy had sprinted to the boy's side and shook him; at first gently, then in a progressively rougher manner upon seeing the boy's lack of response. During the time, his mind rushed in a frenzy as he began to panic, screaming the boy's name over and over again, trying desperately to wake him up.

He was glad that Matthias had come home.

The doctor had concluded that the weather in Stockholm was what caused Peter to fall ill. Emil was relieved at hearing that Peter was alright; his heart had been rapidly beating in his chest as he wrung his hands together.

Berwald had listened closely to the doctor's words and lifted his head up upon hearing the recommended treatment.

"I'm afraid medicine cannot work in this case. No, the only treatment is to move to a much warmer climate; the weather and climate here is dangerous to the child's health."

And that was how Emil ended up here.

Honestly, Emil didn't want to leave Stockholm; he had made plenty of friends back there and also formed an identity for himself – he was the track star of the school's team, even compared to the foehn winds that reigned upon mountains and billowed amongst the cold snow.

He didn't want to leave everything behind.

It took a while, but after a talk with Lukas, Emil moved away with the rest of his odd family to start all over again.

The high school that Emil was enrolled to wasn't far at all from his house, and, much to his surprise, was actually right next to Peter's primary school. So it was, on the first day, Tino had walked with Emil to drop Peter off at school and had waved goodbye to the Icelandic boy as he took his first steps into a new territory, wishing him good luck.

Emil swallowed the lump in his throat as the myriad of new faces gazed right at him. The Icelandic boy felt extremely self-conscious, but kept as cool as possible. He straightened his posture slightly as his violet eyes furrowed into a scowl and settled onto the ground.

"Now Emil, how about it? Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself, ana? Don't be shy," Mr. Chao's encouraging voice then echoed in his mind.

Emil cleared his throat as he mumbled, "My name is Emil Thomassen, I'm sixteen years old, I used to live in Stockholm…"

"Where the hell's that?" one boy from the back called rudely.

Emil gave looked oddly at the boy who shouted earlier, while Mr. Chao shot the boy a sharp glance, "You do not have to be so rude; Stockholm is the capital city of Sweden."

The Icelandic boy nodded, thankful that the Thai teacher had come to his rescue. "Originally, I was born in Iceland, though…"

"We can't understand what the hell you're saying, man!" another boy shouted in an obnoxious voice. "You speak so weirdly!"

And with that, the class erupted into fits of giggles and laughter at the remark. Emil's face flush and he shuffled one foot on the ground as Mr. Chao attempted to settle the class down. The Icelandic boy fixed his gaze down at the ground, not wanting to face the number of faces laughing at his expense.

"Well…I think his accent's perfectly alright!" called out a female voice. Emil's violet eyes widened upon hearing that one comment and shot his head up, curious to see the person who had said that, until the bell's ear-shattering ring throbbed his eardrums.

"Class, you are dismissed. Now, I need one of you to show Emil around the school," seeing a hand shoot up at the back, Mr. Chao smiled. "Ah, Michelin; how good of you to volunteer, ana. Now, take care of him, okay?"

"Of course, Mr. Chao," responded the same female voice that had yelled earlier, this time taking a bright and cheery tone.

Emil glanced up and finally saw that the owner of the voice was a dark skinned girl with even darker coloured hair that was tied into two pigtails with red ribbons, and warm, light brown eyes. She was wearing the typical girl's uniform, which included a white sweater, and dress shirt as well as a black tie and a red plaid skirt. She was also wearing white, knee high socks and black shoes.

"It's nice to meet you, Emil – I'm Michelin," the girl smiled as she shot her hand out.

Emil stared at the hand for a little while and accepted it after hesitating for a moment.

"Can I see your timetable?" asked Michelin. "What have you got right now?"

"Don't know," was Emil's mumbled response as he took his schedule out from his newly assigned homework diary and handed it over to her.

"Looks like you have Math right now," spoke up Michelin after inspecting the Icelandic boy's timetable. "Nice! We have first period together! Okay, let's go!" and with that, she grabbed hold of Emil's arm and began running on her way to class.

"H-hey!" protested Emil, flushing a furious shade of red as he was forcefully pulled along. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"We gotta hurry on over before the corridors get blocked," explained Michelin. "Trust me; the place gets way crowded in between classes. I learnt that the hard way!"

True to her word, students began wandering around the very corridors, making the space much more cramped. Emil's eyes widened as he saw that the space for a clear path was starting to narrow as he felt bodies gradually pressing onto him…

"Here we are! Room eight!" Michelin was able to pull Emil into the said room and sighed in relief. "Able to escape another crowd." She flashed a smile at Emil's direction, "Go on! Pick a seat, any seat."

Emil gave her a weird look; she was certainly a very odd girl, to say the least. He dumped his bag on a desk right in the middle and not long after, Michelin sat next to him, placing her bag under her desk. The Icelandic boy stared at her, "You want…to sit next to me?"

"Why not?" asked Michelin as she gave a shrug.

"Nothing…" muttered Emil as he began taking out his notebook and pencil-case. The pencil-case was adorned in the colours of his home flag; the home flag of Iceland – dominantly dark blue with a red cross that had an exterior white one. He took out a rather elegant looking black pen as well as some white-out.

Looking to his left, he saw that Michelin had taken out only a few pencils, and each of them had a blunt stub. He stared at her as she then took out a cheap looking sharpener and began sharpening the pencils, tongue slightly poking out from her mouth. The Icelandic boy couldn't help but feel slightly amused by the sight.

"Hey, Michelin!" called a familiar obnoxious voice. "How you doing, babe?"

Michelin groaned, "Not in the mood, Darien…"

"C'mon, baby – I know you want me as much as I want you."

Emil glanced up and saw the same boy from earlier who had remarked rudely about his accent. This boy was tall with his arms rippling with muscle and he appeared, in Emil's opinion, to be one of the alpha males of the school seeing as how he had high-fived a bunch of other students who were filing into the classroom and also had a group tagging along with him.

"What are you staring at, freak?" the boy, Darien, questioned roughly.

Emil gave a start, feeling rather embarrassed; he hadn't realized that he was staring in the first place. "O-oh…sorry," he mumbled. "I was staring at nothing…"

"Leave him alone, Darien," snapped Michelin. "It's his first day here; go pick on someone your own size."

"Why you even sitting with a freak like this?" asked Damien, wrinkling his nose in disgust. He then took some of Emil's bangs and flipped it right into the Icelandic boy's eyes, "Not only has he got grandma-coloured hair, but his eyes are girly coloured, too."

"I happen to like the colour purple," proclaimed Michelin, trying her hardest to defend the new boy without having to use any means of violence. The last time she got into a fight, she not only got hurt with a broken nose and some of her hair ripped out, but her cousin Gupta had scolded her to no end about her unruly behavior. "I think his eyes are beautiful."

Emil's whole frame grew rigid as he felt his cheeks go aflame; in all honesty, though he knew that Michelin was only trying to help him, she didn't make things any better. On the contrary, she was making things much worse.

"Beautiful? That only proves how girly this freak is!" laughed Darien as his friends followed suit, clapping his back. "C'mon, Michelin – sit with me and my mates; sit with a real man."

"Too bad you haven't dropped yet judging from the sound of your voice," grumbled Emil.

The movement in the classroom seemed to freeze and all signs of breathing were held upon the Icelandic boy's remark. Despite Emil mumbling the comment, everyone had by now strained their ears to listen to what the new boy had to say, and were quite shocked upon hearing his response.

Michelin was trying to hold in her laughter to no success while Darien was visibly fuming. He was about to retort when a sharp voice snapped, "What are you doing? Get to your seats now! This isn't a damn field!"

Darien snarled, harshly spitting in Emil's direction, "I'll get you later. Freak," he added as an after remark.

Emil ignored him, instead trying to calmly start his work, ignoring the glared that were shooting from a particular diagonal. Flipping his notebook open, he picked up his pen and began copying what the teacher was writing on the board.

And here the first chapter draws to a close. Truffles and a Hammer is actually closing soon, too - it might end on ten chapters actually. This one might end on a shorter length, that's unknown yet because the body is still being developed.

As I mentioned in the summary, the pairing is IceSey while the main focus is TurkIce friendship. Honestly, i do not understand why fans hate Seychelles. Before I start going off on a sensitive subject and cause a great stir, I would just like to conclude that I actually have three more ideas coming to mind, but due to preparation for my little trip overseas, it probably won't come up until November...

Anyway, thoughts and opinions? Have a nice day! :DDD