this is something me and Dubz'N'Chloe are gonna do, and it's a friggin huge project. We hope you all enjoy it.
I apologize if their OOC or if it's historically inaccurate. I learned that part of the area that is now known as Belarus was colonized by the Vikings, even though the Slavs were there before. Please enjoy.
[Insert reason I don't own hetalia here]
In The Snow
It was cold. That meant there wasn't much of a difference between this place and home. Denmark took a deep breath in, taking in the place. It was beautiful.
Nearby, a little girl sat in the snow, idly making snowballs. Upon glancing up, she noticed a stranger, a very tall man, with wild, spiky blond hair the color of gold. It stood out against the white. The man himself stood out against the white. He had a tangible energy about him.
She made a small squeaking noise, accidentally calling the man's attention to her.
The Dane turned, surprised. He hadn't previously noticed anyone, but now… Was that a little girl? It was indeed. She seemed harmless enough, with platinum blonde hair and big, dark blue eyes.
"What is your name?" he asked her in Danish, confused at her mystified eyes. Surely she had a name?
The small girl stared at him, not understanding a word. "Kto se?" she questioned in Slovak. Who was he, anyway?
He blinked. Slovak? Well okay. He spoke that, as well. "Denmark. What is your name?"
"I'm Natalia." She said to him. Denmark, what a funny name.
He smiled. "You can call me Matthias, actually." he corrected himself, picking her up.
"Hello mister Matthias." She said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He laughed. She was pretty adorable, actually. "Hello, Natalia." he replied.
"Hey Norge! Berwald! LOOK!" Denmark shouted, hurrying over to the other men.
"Wh't 's 't?" Sweden turned around.
"Look!" Denmark brandished Natalia, displaying her.
"Aniko, where did you find her?" Norway asked, looking at her.
"She was just sitting in the snow! And I claim her, so just remember that!" the Dane laughed victoriously.
"Aniko, this girl must have family, correct? And what if she's just a native?" Norway asked slowly, as though Denmark was mentally incapacitated.
"I'll ask the natives, then." Denmark replied stubbornly, certain he was right.
"Do you even know where the native camp is?" Norge asked with a heavy sigh.
"That way!" Denmark said proudly, pointing in exactly the wrong direction.
Norway face palmed. "Aniko, it's the other direction. We discovered a tribe of Slavs the other way."
"I knew that!" Matthias laughed, heading the way Norway had pointed.
"Mister Matthias, are we going to the other people?" Natalia asked.
"Are you with them? A member of their tribe?" he asked her, halting in his walking.
"Well, they take care of me but..." she trailed off. She wasn't exactly a part of them.
"HA!" He turned back to Norway. "SHE JUST SAID SHE'S NOT WITH THEM! I'M RIGHT!"
"Good for you." Norway said in the most monotonous tone the Dane had ever heard.
Denmark laughed. "I know! So, again, I claim her!" he said excitedly.
"Fine, whatever, I don't care." Norway rolled his eyes.
"Good!" he laughed again. "Want to go on the ship?" he asked Natalia in Slovak.
"Yes!" She said. There was a world besides hers, and now that she knew it existed, she wanted to see it.
He smiled, taking her onto the ship. He was glad to indulge that dream.