KK: ...I'm alive! I've just been...Really, really busy. Nose surgery, stupid sisters, family death. I'm ok, though! ouo -That aside, I have another OC (and if you've read some of my other stories, you know I only have two or three Hetalia OCs)! Who do they personify, you ask? The Island of Surtsey! Off the coast of Iceland, Surtsey was formed via an underwater volcanic eruption, and-Oh, you'll find out soon enough. This story is basically character development as well as a backstory for Surtsey, along with his connection to Iceland.
Reykjavík, Ísland
14 November 20XX
"Sæll Surtr!"
(Hello Surtr!)
These were the first words spoken upon the island awakening. Ah, of course. It was the 14th. The day he had been...Reborn. Sighing, the island personification looked over to the source of the voice. An elf with dirty blonde hair was smiling back at him. "Góðan daginn, Hrafnar. Hvað segirðu?" Surtsey mumbled back, finally pushing himself into a sitting position. Hrafnar let out a soft grin, "Mjög gott, takk!" He replied before taking off his hat and grabbing something inside. "Til hamingju með afmælið!" The elf laughed out, pushing a small box into Surtsey's hands. The island laughed, "Takk þér." He carefully opened the box, finding two items.
(Good morning, Hrafnar. How are you?)
(I'm good, thanks! [...] Happy Birthday!)
(Thank you.)
A lava rock, likely from his island, and a small flag in the design of one of Iceland's possible flags. Surtsey smiled softly, looking from the gifts and then outside his window. 'Is Iceland here?' The raven-haired personification thinks. No sign of his 'brother' as of yet...Then again, his mainland friend had to manage the paperwork, not Surtsey. Looking back to Hrafnar, the island smiled once more. No need to get all sad right now.
The elf smiled before hearing something, apparently. Hrafnar suddenly sighed. "Ég verða að fara," he spoke and turned towards the door. Surtsey shook his head and laughed. "Sjáumst síðar," he replied as his Elven friend disappeared from his sight.
(I need to go.)
(See you later.)
Lazily tossing himself over the bed, Surtsey walked over to the mirror. Ah, how odd he looked, compared to other Icelanders. Nearly gray skin and fluffy black hair. Not to mention those odd, red eyes. Grabbing a comb, the island ran it through his hair several times and grinned to himself. Sure, he missed the blond hair and blue eyes, but this look was...Unique.
A knock sounded on the door, but the red-eyed Icelander didn't bother to turn around. He knew who it was, just by the suddenly cold air. "Happy Birthday, Surtr." He heard the person say, warmth and love mixed in the normally cold-edged voice. "Thank you," Surtsey grinned, "Bror."
Iceland smiled back.
"It's really been 50 years," Surtsey mumbled, sipping the tea from it's cup. Iceland smirked, "51, actually. But who's counting?" Surtsey laughed, giving a playful punch. "If you want to be that specific, it's been 230 years." The black-haired teen replied.
"231."
Surtsey let out another laugh, "Yeah, yeah. Don't be a show off!" Iceland rolled his eyes and poured more tea into his cup. "You came back, and that's what's important," the silver-blond murmured.
Surtsey hummed and closed his eyes. 231 years ago, he had met Iceland for the first time. And then 51 years ago, they were reunited. Those memories were both amazing yet tragic. The Icelandic island took a breath, getting lost in his thoughts.
KK: There we go! Prologue, to introduce a bit of information. Well, um, first chapter is good! If you like this, go ahead and review it or watch it or something; If you want to, that is. See ya in the next chapter!
