985 AD

"You were saying?" A silver haired boy asked the taller blonde beside him, surveying the vast, land in front of them. When they had set sail from the silver haired boy's land, after hearing whispers of a new land, his brother had promised that they would find a new land to rival the vast greenery of the Danelaw, a safe haven for the elder boy from the annoying, overbearing Dane who was currently off expanding his territory in Russia. After losing eleven of their original twenty five ship, they had arrived at this balmy new place. Norway turned to his brother.

"You'd have to be as drunk as Den to think inhabiting a frozen land would ever be a good idea." His lip curled at the thought that that was exactly what the drunken idiot was doing right this moment. Thank God he had instead travelled West instead of going with him; it gave him pleasure to think of that fool waist height in snow trying to look impressive. "Looks like that insane fool wasn't telling lies; it really is some place isn't it?"

"Eric has his moments, mostly when he's not drinking." Iceland smirked, running a finger over the puffin which currently was asleep on his shoulder. "Though hey, don't lump that lunatic on me. He is from your place originally." He shut his mouth after that. Norge would say something stupid like their houses were one of the same. This awkward situation was broken by a priest running up to the countries, rubbing his hands with glee.

"An excellent place to build a religious community." He said happily "Norway was becoming far too ungodly. We shall erect a new community here, a paradise for all those who'll come."

"All those getting away from Denmark more like." Norway muttered under his breath.

From a tree, looking out over to the bay, a small child clad in animal furs was watching these strangers disembark and venture onto her homeland. Such strange people; they weren't like her, these had blonde hair, blue eyes and white skin, not like her rich dark skin, black hair and dark eyes. Clinging to her branch, the little girl wondered who these strangers were not any she had met before (her people were so few and far between, it was easy to name every tribe their was).

"Start cutting this lot down will you? Get this land cleared for space. I want a settlement up before nightfall. Understand?" A tall blonde man demanded to others on the ground. The girl peered down at him. He was clutching his furs closer to him, shivering against the wind. He had to be the leader, he was the one bossing people around the most. As he carried on walking he passed under her tree, forcing her to twist around quickly, resulting in her losing her balance and crashing to the ground right on top of him.

"OW!" Norge yelped, he was just taking in the area when something hard fell from the sky, right on top of his head and knocking him for six. Hearing his blood brother's yells from up in the forest, Iceland went running (as much as he'd deny it later, he was genuinely worried for Norway) expecting to find a bear mauling him or something like that. What he was not expecting, was to see his companion sprawled out on the ground with a child of about five sitting on his stomach.

"Norge?" He asked, incredibly confused. Norway didn't open his eyes. The strange little girl however, looked up at Iceland inquisitively.

"Norge." She repeated carefully. Iceland shook his head. What the hell was going on?

"Who are you?" His eyed the child warily. Barefooted, her long black hair was an unkept, busy mess and her eyes were huge, like two saucers (though that may have been because she looked equally surprised with her current situation). She could have resembled a wild animal if she wasn't smiling brightly.

"Norge!" She repeated cheerfully. Iceland frowned, he didn't like children at the best of times, especially when they played these idiotic games.

"No you're not. Why are you trying to be annoying?"

"Norge." She repeated again, though with a little bit more uncertainty. Just at that moment, the unconscious Norway began to come round.

"The trolls are on me!" He barked, sitting up quickly and knocking the girl off accidentally and causing her to roll ungracefully on the ground and land in a heap with a cry.

"Norway!" Iceland gasped, crouching down to the girl on the floor, who was slowly sitting back up, her brown eyes now filled with tears. "Be careful will you? Hey you, stop crying will you...stop crying!" But by now, the child had begun screaming wildly, unable to stop. "I think you may have scared her."

"Me? You're not exactly making her feel better. Stop being so snappy will you." Norway muttered, straightening up and holding his hand out to the little girl. "Hey there, shhh. Ignore mean old Icy will you? He's an idiot." The child stopped crying slightly and looked up at Norway through her black matted hair.

"Idi-yut?" She repeated softly, leading to a chuckle from Norge.

"Hey! This girl's a genius!"

"Shut it will you? She doesn't even understand what you're talking about." Iceland muttered. "Do. You. Have. A. Name?" He asked her slowly, ennunciating each word to a hyperbolic degree. To this, instead of replying with a name, the girl merely stretched out her arms to pet Mr. Puffin who was now awake on his shoulder.

"Bamse!" She said cheerfully. The bird sure did look cuddly, to her, maybe these strangers were asking if she wanted to stroke him in their weird language, the puffin however, ruffled his feathers irritantly. He did not need a child pawing him with her filthy hands. Iceland straightened up.

"Her name's Bamse?" He asked Norway.

"Actually, I think she's calling your bird that...must be puffin in her language. Look, me Norge." He said slowly pointing to himself. "This...Iceland." Again, he pointed to Iceland. "You?" He pointed to her this time, who seemed to think this was a game as she smiled and pointed to herself.

"You...Nivi." She said proudly. Norway smiled.

"You mean "I am Nivi" right?" The girl gave a big gleeful smile and nodded her head.

"I...am...Nivi." She repeated their words slowly. And thus, Norway and Iceland discovered Greenland

Hey folks, sorry if this is a bit short, just testing the waters here, it's my first Hetalia fic. Let me know if you're intruiged and I'll get the next chapter up asap.

Greenland is said to have been settled in 980 AD by a mix of Norwegians and Icelandics after Eric the Red discovered the land during his exile from Iceland for 3 years for murder. It was a disasterous crossing, with eleven ships sinking. There is a wide range of history on the settling of Greenland, mostly in the Icelandic Sagas, though these are questionable as to their reliability.

Denmark did expand into modern day Russia. Not sure when but it fitted with the story to have Denmark invade a cold country at the same time as Norway and Iceland, as Norway points out, only an idiot would invade somewhere unbearably cold. Funnily enough, Greenland was very different to what we know it as today, it was quite a mild, green country.

Danelaw refers to the areas of England Denmark settled in during the Viking invasion of Britain. This was mostly concentrated in the north of the country including Nottingham, Lincoln and York (known then as Jorvik)

Bamse means Teddy Bear in Greenlandic. Well lets face it, if we saw the puffin we'd want to cuddle it too right? lol

Nivi is a Greenlandic name meaning "Unmarried Maiden"

Hope you liked it. Next time, Norway and Iceland adopt Greenland as their sister and try and...civilise her.