My family From the North

by star the socially awk hetalian

Isete-Lille Bondevik Kirkland, or also known as, The land of Antarctica. Being the anti social Peron she is, she didn't want anything to do with the northerners. But when Countries Norway and England find her continent, she is forced to live with them. She would try and be as distant as possible. But that's not quite what happened... (my O.C Antarctica, there may be ships in story)

1. Chapter 1

So hello! My name is Star, (yes it is actually Star) and this is my first story, ever. And I hope someone finds this, I want some feedback, I really need to work on my writing skills. I am sorry in advance for any grammar errors. English is not my first language. And yes this is hetalia, an o.c Antarctica. Thank you!

Isete was horribly bored of this. Not only did she have nothing to do, but she was at her big brother Arthur's house.

Did she hate it? No. Did she like it? No. She just liked it better at the Nordics house. Arthur would always let her be.

Which she liked.

But she didn't fancy being alone. Alone was sometimes boring.

Sometimes Matthew would come and visit, and Alfred would come too, but that was it. Francis would always be in Arthur's house, which was good, Isete wasn't really fond of Arthur's food.

She sighed sinking even more into the soft couch, drumming her fingers on the polished coffee table. Millions of thoughts ran through her mind, but one in particular was thought of the most.

"Why does he act like he doesn't care? He acts so monotone when I'm around…"

Her red orbs fixed on the bedroom door, she frowned, lifting her hand to brush a few hair strands into place. It was already 10am, and no one was up yet. "I could go back to sleep…" she thought to herself. "Nah… I'm hungry… maybe get something to eat…"

She reluctantly stood up, walking over to the mirror. A pale, fragile figure stared back at her. Her orbs a crimson red, with flakes of a brighter shade scattered across. Her powder blue hair hung a bit over her shoulder, her bangs covering one side of her face. She still hasn't fully recovered from the temperature change. The first time she came to Norway, it was a sunny warm day, living in Antarctica all your life does something's to you. England was even warmer, and she had a heat stroke.

Isete looked away from the mirror, gracefully walking towards the door. She checked the temperature in the hallway, 50°F1. Way too warm for her, but she couldn't change it without Arthur's permission. A small sigh escaped her lips,

"Whatever… I'm hungry… and temperature won't stop me…"

1 I live in America, so I use Fahrenheit, it would be 10°C I think..