A/N: Goldielocks and the Three Bears Useless Italy style~ It's not exactly how I wanted it to turn out, but I still think it's cute~ Who doesn't love a good fairy tale any way? (good being used graciously)
Anyways~ I hope you like it!
Egill - Iceland
Mikkel - Norway
Mother - Finland
Father - Su-san
Kid - Sea-chan
One sunny morning, Mikkel decided it would be of his little brother's best interest to go for a walk in the forest. So after waking the teen-aged boy from a mid-morning nap, Mikkel sent Egill off.
The quiet Icelandic boy stalked off, irritated that he had been woken up for something so trivial. He resisted the urge to throw obscene hand-gestures and opted to find a nice place to sleep in the forest.
The icy-haired boy walked for only ten minutes before he came across a quaint log cabin. Three knocks and no one answered. Egill knocked again and the door gently swung open.
"Hello?"
No one answered so the boy walked in. Just past the door, there was a kitchen. It was small and homely and had on the left, a table with three bowls.
Egill's stomach growled.
In the bowls was porridge. The first, and largest bowl, was still steaming and too hot. The second bowl was cold so Egill went to the smallest bowl. It was just right so he ate it up.
After he was full, Egill decided to explore the house before taking a nap. In the living room, Egill tripped over a dog bed and fell on a box. Frustrated, he quickly climbed the stairs to find a bed to sleep in.
In one large room, there were three beds. The first was large and hard. The second was still too big and lumpy. And the third was just right.
Egill climbed into the smallest bed and quickly fell asleep.
"I'm so hungry, Mama!"
"Stop running so fast, baby, you'll fall!"
The little boy didn't head his mother's warning and ran right into the kitchen door. He fell back and the door swung open.
"Hey! The door's open!" The little boy stood back up and brushed past his mother before he could tend to him. When the boy gasped, his parents quickly followed him into their home. "M-Mama! All my porridge is gone!"
The largest blonde looked at his bowl. "M'ne's still h're."
"So's mine."
"But mine is all gone!"
"Let's just go sit in the living room, then, honey." The second tallest blonde suggested.
When the little boy made his way into the living room, he gasped and then began laughing.
"What's so funny, honey?"
"The person who ate my porridge must have broken my box!"
"Oh! And they fell over Hanatamago's bed." The mother pushed the bed back near the fireplace and the father popped the box back into form.
"Aww," the boy cried. "That's no fair."
"U-Um, let's just take a nap instead, then," the mother suggested.
"Y's, tha's a great 'dea, Mudder." The father pulled his wife close and the three went up to their bedroom.
There, the father laid on his bed, the mother on his, and the little boy cried out.
"This is the guy who ate my porridge!"
To this, Egill sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, but upon spying the owners of the house, froze.
"That's him, Mama!"
Egill looked at the three.
"Is it true? Did you eat my son's porridge and break his box?"
"Eh…"
"Y's 'r No?"
"Y-Yeah. I guess. Sorry, 'bout that."