It was a normal day for the Nordics but something was a little bit different, Finland wasn't feeling to well. He had been thinking a lot lately, with all of his family and friends they seemed to be more busy than usual. No one was talking to him and he came sad and lonely. Nothing like this had ever happened and he did not like it at all. Then he started thinking more, "This has kind of thing happens all the time, but not this bad..." With being Santa he was busy during the Holidays but those were already over.
His heart ached or someone to talk to and it had been a few days. He couldn't stop thinking, "Are they ignoring me?... Was it something I have done?..." He couldn't bear to hurt someone unless they hurt his family. He started thinking more, "What if they hate me?... Do they don't want me anymore because I am not part of their family?..." He started crying before remembering. "Oh wait... we are all going to see each other tomorrow at the cabin, then they will talk to me!" He smiled happily before going to bed, missing his family dearly.
When he woke up he rushed to get ready, making his way out the door in less than an hour wanting to get there on time. It was a long walk to the cabin but Finland didn't mind, as long as he got to see his family, but when he got there no one showed up. He stayed for a few hours waiting for them and they never showed up. He became devastated and immediately ran home, leaving all of his stuff at the cabin. He gets lost on the way home and collapsed to the ground sobbing. His family never came so they did hate him just as they thought.
After a few hours of sobbing it took out a picture of his family, naming them from left to right, "Iceland, Norway, Denmark, Su-san... Sealand... and... someone who never belonged..." He rips himself off off the picture, only leaving the first 5 and throwing the piece of him on the ground. Tear drops fall onto the picture as he stands up, walking deep into the cold forest as the sun began the set on that dreadful day.