Chapter 1
The Spying Game
The boy stepped slowly though the snow drift, the snow crunching underneath with every step. His short, silvery blond hair stood straight up because of the coldness. It was white and hazy around, the sun beamed high up in the sky. Snow and Evergreen trees were all he could see for miles. The snow was as high as his knees in some places he stepped. He stopped to rest against the nearest tree and shivered as the cold sat in. He had been living in this forest for seven years, but he still couldn't say he knew the place very well. He had run away from a little town in Norway and he was a long way away from home.
At some point, a few years back, he had built a little shed so that he wouldn't have to sleep in the snow. But his walk had left that far behind him already. His legs ached and his cheeks burned. He could see his breath, his warmth leaving him before his eyes. The sun was beating holes down on him. There was no heat, the sun had lost that battle when winter began, just unbearable light that stung his eyes until he had to squint. The snow glistened and sparkled, glimmers dancing on white. He began walking again as he took short breaths.
He soon came upon a large snowdrift and stopped. He was at his destination. He was on a steep ledge that was right by a little tan house. "Denmark had him cornered-" Denmark said, cutting himself off. A boy that looked much like himself opened the door of the tan house and behind him a much taller girl. The girl had short blond hair tied up with a red ribbon. Her glittering blue eyes darted over to the snow pile where Denmark hid. Den peeked his head around and locked eyes with her. She gave him a silent smile and looked back to her annoying brother.
Her brother came up to her shoulder. He had a darker blond hair and blue eyes than his sister. His hair stood up by, not the cold, but gel and you could see a good portion of his forehead. He had a stoic look about him. Denmark tucked his head back behind the snow pile as the boy looked his way. This was the game to Denmark. The would come all the way from the little shed in the woods to spy on the ever-so elusive Netherlands. Truth be told that Denmark had a crush on Netherlands but Truth be told I'm lying.
Netherlands looked around suspiciously. Netherlands marched up the slope towards Denmark. Denmark had the feeling that Netherlands had caught on. He knew someday he get to meet Netherlands personally but how it was looking for him now, it seemed like he'd get a bloody nose instead. He heard every breath Netherlands inhaled and exhaled. Shouldn't he be running? He couldn't seem to make his legs cooperate. He stood there limp and closed his eyes. "Come on, Nether! You're going to be late again to school. You're already in trouble for getting to school late because you were chasing your 'phantom stalker'," Belgium said sternly. Whew! Saved by the bell! Netherlands gave a huff looked at Belgium, looked back at the snow pile, then marched right back down. Boy, was he lucky.