With shivering hands Tino opened the letter. He actually had to put the letter down on the kitchen table before he could clearly read the text from the shaking of his hands. "I GOT IN!", Tino screamed and started to do a victory dance. Thank god he lived alone. He had had to move to Helsinki for school, even though his family still lived in Karelia.
Still dancing Tino started to read the letter further. "Congratulations… blaaa blaaa blaaa…. this years camp will be located in….. Karelia, Finland!? Mitä helvettiä!?" Tino blinked his eyes but the words didn't change. "You have got to be kidding me! I've tried out for this fucking multicultural camp for four fucking years and then when I finally get in you tell me I can't even go outside the borders of Finland!"
With rage Tino threw the paper to his bed and stormed off to his closet just to get what he needed; a towel, a bath robe, and after an almost nonexistent moment of thought, his hidden bottle of salmiakkikossu. After he had got everything he needed he ran down all 4 pairs of staircases – to the basement. He took a sip of his kossu and went in the sauna. He was lucky it was his turn to use the sauna. And better yet, someone else had already warmed it.
As he threw some water to the rocks he gave a thought to how hated the saunas in Helsinki. Almost all of them were electric, which wasn't as relaxing to Tino as the wood warmed saunas they had home.
For the next half an hour all he did was sit in the steamy heat of the sauna and occasionally take a sip of kossu. After he had relaxed a bit and maybe because the alcohol, he started to realize, that it is not so bad. He'd still get friends from all across the world, and spend a moth in the camp that is probably one of the best in the world. And because each camper was sponsored by his/her own nation Tino –or anyone else- wouldn't have to pay anything for the camp.
After Tino had come out from the sauna and going up to his apartment, he wrapped himself in a patch blanket and started to read the letter carefully trough:
Dear Tino Väinämöinen. We are glad to tell you that you have been accepted to be the participant of Finland at the "Hetalia national camp". This year's camp will be located at Karelia, Finland. You will be taken there from the Helsinki-Vantaa airport in 29.5. at 9.00 am. along with the rest of the teenagers from the countries, that are participating to the HETALIA-program.
The campers will be teamed up in teams of 4-6 people. The teams will be formed of teenagers, who come from countries near or culturally alike each other.
Your team will include the participants of Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Iceland and Finland. All of your teammates can speak English so you will not have to worry about language barriers. There is a list of your teammates, copy of the schedule and a map of the camp area inserted to this letter.
Tino reached the envelope and took the other papers from inside. the first paper he got in his hand was the list of his teammates: Berwald Oxenstjärna (Sweden), Lukas Bondevik (Norway), Simon Densen (Denmark), and Emil Steilsson (Iceland).
On the next paper there was a map of the camp area. The camp was right on the side of lake Pyhäselkä even a little island was marked to be in the camp area. The island was small and close to shore, but it was an island, in every case.
The schedule wasn't stuffed to the edge. A lot of free time was kept so the campers would have a better plausibility to get to know each other well.
Tino couldn't wait for summer. Just the thought of summer and the camp made him feel happy and warm, in spite of the cold winter breeze right outside the window.
(a/n: this is my first fic so please be kind:9
Mitä helvettiä?=What the hell?
salmiakkikossu is an strongish finnish alcohol drink, that tastes like salmiakki, salt licuorice.
the human names for Iceland, Norway and Denmark are chosen from the ones that are possible to becom their names.)