Hi! This is just an idea. Something that was inspired by some recent news. I don't even get why I gave it the title 'I'm still here', maybe it'll be relevant later…?

Summary: Yet to be made. That is, if I continue.

Rated T for: blood, no violence (well sort of), death(?) and one little curse word.

I hope you like it! It's in 3rd person (I think), something I'm not good at writing in, and it's being focused on Iceland first. If it goes on then other Nordics will get involved. So this is my first real fic! Please review and tell me what I can do to improve! If not, just tell me if you liked it or not… Sorry for long A/N!

Everything was dead. Anything alive was probably out to get you. Nothing was safe.

Iceland remembered these words. But what use were they if he couldn't see it for himself?

Days had passed since the big… incident. People would say it was an apocalypse. Others would say it was punishment from God. Iceland didn't believe this crap. It was something bad. Simple as that. It was something that destroyed things and would eventually have everyone work to get what they had before. Something like a test.

A test which hurt.

A test which separated families and friends.

A test that killed many people.

A test of the fittest.

Iceland had been stuck in this dimly lit bunker full of people who were just like him. A refugee. Ever since the hurricanes struck and the ground shook he had been in here, along with other survivors who had endured it all and made it to France. He had been in Europe for business matters, but it seemed like he wouldn't be doing anything like that in a long time.

He could still remember the moment it happened. Dark clouds were hanging over head, which wasn't anything too strange considering that it was Europe, in fact he enjoyed having 'bad' weather. But then breezes turned into gales and minor tremors turned into high-scale earthquakes. It wasn't fun. Wasn't fun at all. He remembered running, he had no destination, no place to run to. He just knew he had to run. Run far away.

It was futile. He knew, running away didn't do anything to help the current situation, but there was nothing else to do. People were screaming, crying, shouting.

Then he fell. He could feel how bad it was, being so close up to the ground, he was able to hear the ground shaking. He took that small moment to soak in everything, to just listen. He didn't want to see anything anyway.

"It's the end!"

"We're all going to die!"

"Give up!"

But he heard, in between all the frantic shouting, a small, faint whisper. A little girl maybe. Standing nearby. "Ça va être bien..."

Then she was gone. Iceland wasn't sure how, but chances were that she was dead. Pretty much like everyone else he saw when he got up from the ground.

It would've been better if he didn't see.

Dead corpses were everywhere. Blood was splattered against practically everything. Arms and legs twisted into different angles. The metallic smell of blood hit his nostrils along with the smell of smoke and disaster. From that point onwards.

He knew nothing would be okay

Okay. Just a small idea! I might work on this if it's good… is it emo enough? (Joke…) Maybe angsty? I want it to be Drama, Hurt or Angst… not sure… maybe it isn't even one of those. But I'll probably be writing more little snippets to see how they go, and how see how things pan out~

Please review! (-and tell me what you think!)