Snowy Depression Ch.1: Ignored

Never did I think that I would be treated this way. I always thought I would die all alone without anyone to care for me. Never did I think I was actually loveable at all.

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I wake up in the middle of a snow storm. The bright light that glints off the pure silver flakes is blinding, but I'm used to this sort of weather being that I live just below the Arctic Circle. I get up groggily from my bed. I am in turn greeted by my pet who hops over to me and caws hungrily for food. I feed him some fresh tilapia that my obsessive brother Norway gave me yesterday. Not like I'm going to eat it anyways. By the time I shower and do everything else I do to face the day ahead of me the ferocious blizzard is beginning to settle to a lethargic breeze. There's a knock at the door and a loud yell.

"Hey sexy! I was thinking we could go out to breakfast at Finland's place?" Says the familiar voice of my brother.

My first reaction is ugh why Norway? Why is he the only person that visits? But knowing better than to say no or ignore him I open the door reluctantly. He is wearing the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen. He is wearing a top hat and only a top hat, and not in the place top hats are usually worn (thank god for at least that part being covered).

"What the hell are you wearing?" I say unastonishedly.

"You don't like it?" He pouts, "I asked Sweden what I should wear to your house to invite you to breakfast."

"Put on some more clothes you incestuous pervert." I say with an underlying hint of laughter.

That small laugh is enough to send him flying towards me lips puckered, and top hat flying. Being prepared for this I shift slightly left and out of his target range. He crashes into the wall knocking over a vase that was given to me by Russia for my birthday. Vase shards abound and a naked Norway in my hall is a horrible site for someone who hasn't seen the previous events of the scene play out. Unfortunately that is the site that Sweden sees. Though his face isn't as surprised as I anticipated, for he is laughing and doesn't seemed bothered by the scene at all.

"You, you're the one that sent Norway here in just a top hat!" I shout at Sweden.

"I didn't think he would actually do it though, I'm so sorry." Sweden said in his usual monotone.

"Why don't we go to your house now Sweden?" says Norway as if all is fine and he hasn't taken heavy brain damage.

Sweden shrugs and we all start towards Sweden's house. It doesn't take very long to reach Sweden's house, because of the express ferries that help us traverse from country to country here in Nordic Europe. Sweden's house is a beautiful white mansion with many opulent windows that reveal dozens of guest rooms, parlors, and many rooms that can be used for countless recreational activities. His house is the most boastful of us Nordics'.

The breakfast that Sweden prepares is amazing: countless egg concoctions, ham prepared dozens of different ways, juice of almost every fruit thinkable, stacks of pancakes and waffles stacked three times taller than I am, and many fruits and vegetables prepared everyway one can for breakfast. Not only is the food bountiful enough for an army, but the flavors are fit for that of the richest of kings. Everyone is conversing normally except for me. I try to get one word out and am interrupted by someone who isn't even paying attention to me. No one is even trying to include me in their conversations. I am, once again, being ignored like always. I get up from my chair after eating my fill and leave the house without a soul noticing I have left. Funny how they all pretend they love and care for me but ignore me completely on a regular basis I think to myself.

I look at Mr. Puffin and ask him, "Well Mr. Puffin why don't we go visit Russia and see if he wants to get some yxa with us?"

The word yxa excites Mr. Puffin and he starts cawing rather loudly and gleefully. I take a ferry to where Russia lives and immediately after I get off the first thing I see is a bear on a unicycle dressed in funny clothes holding a flaming bottle of vodka surrounded by lots of drunk men. One of them I recognize; it's Estonia. I have never seen him like this before. He is as drunk as a depressed England, with a teetering posture and a rowdy, shouting tone.

I completely avoid the group of men in order to save time and effort. It doesn't take long to find Russia's house since I regularly visit him after all he did save me from a financial crisis a little while back. I knock on the door and I hear a crash and what sounds like Belarus saying "brother why won't you let Belarus become one with you? Belarus wants to seize your vital regions!" and then Russia opens the door with an overbearing Belarus attached to his scarf.

"Da? What are you here for Emil?" Russia asks me.

"Ivan, I was just wondering if you wanted to come get some yxa with Mr. Puffin and me." I say blandly. Seeing Belarus like that is not a very big shock to me since she always seems to be near Russia when I come to visit.

"Sure I know a good place that just opened and serves amazing yxa!" Russia says flicking Belarus of his scarf.

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