A/N: This is inspired writing. Most of what I do is ^-^ . Enjoy, even if it is just senseless drabble. Warning, I don't actually know a lot about chess. (Warning: Currently Obsessed Writer!)

Cast of characters: It all just seemed to fit...

Knight- Iceland

Rook- Sweden

Bishop- Finland

Queen- Norway

King- Denmark

Rook, Bishop, and Knight,

All cloaked in white,

As the snow falls,

So to do their halls

All through the night.

"Rook to A-5!" the King's strong voice called out.

Everyone knew that the White King never lost a game. Especially not in winter; it was his season. No one understood why everyone was so inclined to fight against the White Kingdom, but no one ever bothered to ask... There was never any reason to know.

The Rook, after hearing his call, instantly stood at attention and rushed to his place on the battlefield. This left one particularly unlucky Black Pawn utterly susceptible to the Queen's wrath.

"Queen to B-6!" Before the words had even left the White King's lips, his Queen sprang upon the Pawn with all the force he had, showing no mercy.

The White Knight fidgeted anxiously in his place, forbidden to move from that square until his King said otherwise. The King noticed the movement and turned to face his Knight. He was smaller than all of the other soldiers on the black and white field, but he was fast and incredibly skilled with his dual swords. The King smiled proudly, "Relax, little Emil. You'll get your chance too!"

The Knight turned to face him, his eyes flashing in irritation, "I'm not little!"

The Bishop, who was listening nearby, smiled brightly, "Yes, you are! And very cute!"

The Knight sighed and accepted that this was the fate he was doomed to keep and returned to watching the field as the enemy made their move, and a near fatal mistake.

The King grinned as he himself leapt forward and overpowered the opposing Knight, "There you go, Emil! No one else to challenge you!"

The Black King was trapped. The only place he could move was back, and so he did. This action caused the White King to grin again as he adjusted his grip on his double-bladed battle axe, "Knight to C-7!"

Finally!

The King's Knight immediately ran forward to the square where he was now needed, his pulse pounding joyfully in his ears as he heard the White King call from behind him "Check-mate." The Black King removed his crown and laid it on the ground.

Everyone tried to fight the White Kingdom because of this final moment. Everyone wanted to be a part of the sheer joy that came with a well played game of chess, even if they didn't arise as the victor.

End! Legit End! Sorry if it's short (and a little cheesy), but not bad for a first, right? I never realized how awesome a Nordic game of chess would be, but I'm so glad I did this! Where the heck did I even get the idea? Don't care… It's all awesome like Prussia.

~Doe Eyes at Dusk