Another fan fiction about these two! This time it's not an oneshot, but one with more small chapters! 8D

People from Norway actually found Iceland on accident, as they often travelled to Ferøyene and Shetland, but some of them drifted off course and came to the unknown island Iceland instead. I was supposed to call Norway Naddod (the first person to set his feet on Iceland) but I went with Harald (The king of Norway around that time, maybe a little later), because I like that name better. I'm still not sure what to call Iceland…so if you know a good name then you can just tell me!^.^

I'm sure Vikings did not travel alone at all, but I just wanted Norway to be the only one to travel to Iceland, so that they could be alone and I didn't have to care about the other people.

I don't own the characters in this story, as well as Hetalia.

Norway looked around with his dull, blue eyes at the unfamiliar land covered with almost nothing else than snow and ice. He was lucky he wore a fur cape around his shoulders, over his normal leather clothes, or else he might have frozen to death by now. He had just gotten off his boat with a small, brownish colored map in his hand, a map that was supposed to lead him to the Færøyene, not to an island with no living creature in sight. Norway Sighed and said out loud to himself.

"What a pain…I must have made a mistake while looking at the map, and taken the wrong way…"

He turned around and started walking back to his boat, thinking that he really didn't have time to be here anymore. He had to get to Ferøyene in a few days, or else people may start wondering if something had happened to him. Standing next to his boat, Norway just looked at it instead of boarding it. His boat was nothing big, just a small boat not supposed to carry more than maybe 3-4 people. Some other fellow Vikings at home had asked if he wanted them to tag along on his travel, but Norway had quickly refused it.

"Men Harald, det er altfor farlig å dra ut på havet alene, i hvert fall når du skal reise en slik lang vei. Er det ikke bedre at det minste en av oss blir med deg?"

"… Nei, jeg vil helst dra alene, uten noen andre…"

He wasn't sure why he refused the offer. It wasn't often Vikings travelled alone out on the open sea, and it was almost impossible to travel that far with just one person, but he just felt that this time he just had to travel alone for some reason. And as a country with Vikings, he didn't have problems travelling alone out on the open sea.

Norway turned around one last time before going on board the small boat. He looked around at the landscape and the little forest not to far from where he stood. There were no leaves or anything on them, making the land look even more desolate. Norway had almost turned around to his boat again, when he noticed something small and purple-colored hiding behind one of the trees. The thing, or maybe person, quickly disappeared behind the tree when he noticed that Norway looked at him. Even though, Norway kept looking at the same place.

"…Maybe this place isn't as desolated as it looks…"

Leaving his boat, Norway started walking over to the tree where he saw the figure had disappeared behind a few moments ago.

Translations:

Men Harald, det er altfor farlig å dra ut på havet alene, i hvert fall når du skal reise en slik lang vei. Er det ikke bedre at det minste en av oss blir med deg.

But Harald, it's too dangerous to travel alone, especially when you are travelling so far. Isn't it okay if at least one of us comes with you?

Nei, jeg vil helst dra alene, uten noen andre.

No, I would like to travel alone, without anyone else.