Author's note: Okay so I must explain this. I somehow got this idea in my head about a Hetalia crossover with Mamma Mia. Like the Rapunzel crossover. I was going to dismiss it but it just kept with me. Seeing 'Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again' kind of sealed the deal. Enjoy.
Everything was still and quiet one summer night in Ny-Ålesund, Svalbard. There was still a cold chill in the air, yet it was manageable. It was a beautiful place, overlooking a large glacier. Sparse in reasonable distances of each other were holiday cabins that had been built by hand - mainly by a woman named Hazel Monae.
Hazel had worked on maintaining the unknown peaceful holiday location for almost 20 years; all while raising her daughter alone. For the past few weeks, she had been busy with organising and planning said daughter's wedding. Only the locals and Hazel's old friends/bandmates Alison Grey and Elizaveta Héderváry were attending.
That night, Hazel's now 20-something daughter, Elsa Monae was walking to the only postbox within the cabins' proximity. She wore jeans, hiking boots and a long-sleeve t-shirt. Although she had Hazel's orange-blond hair and fair skin, her eye colour was a strange mixture of purple-blue, hazel brown and green. Her mother had jokingly called the unique eye colour 'Aurora Borealis' after the Northern Lights.
In Elsa's clutched hands, there were three letters. The first one was addressed to a man named Lukas Bondervik, who lived in Oslo, Norway. Another was for a Mr Arthur Kirkland who lived in London, England. The final letter was addressed to a man named Vladimir who lived in Transylvania, Romania.
The three men had known Hazel in the past and Elsa was determined to know more. She took a deep breath, looking at the letters for one last time before posting them. Hoping their answer would be a yes.
It had been a rather dull day for Lukas Bondervik as he worked alongside his cousins at the business that was owned by their family. It was simple. He was the brains, Berwald was the handyman, Matthias was the brawn, Tino was the inventor and young Emil, his little brother, was trusted with the task of testing the product and provide feedback.
Lukas' train of thought was changed when a small brunette woman, who he knew as Tino's fiancée handed him a letter. He read it and almost did a double take at the name signed at the bottom.
"Hazel.." Lukas read to himself. He hadn't heard from her in 20 years and now she had invited him back to Ny-Ålesund for her daughter's wedding?
Lukas made up his mind, he was going to go back. He owed it to both himself and Hazel to not only make amends but also to finally tell her something he never had the chance to tell her. That he still loved her. He always had.
Luckily, all of Lukas' colleagues and family understood.
Vladmir had just finished doing a Gothic Literature tour of Transylvania's oldest and most famous buildings when he got his letter. He read through it, his red eyes beaming at the name signed below.
"Hazel Monae...It would be nice to see her again. And Alexander can always take over my tour guide duties" Vlad reasoned.
Within hours, Vlad had packed some things and left to catch a flight to Norway to take a boat to the quiet town of Ny-Ålesund.
After calling his office that he would be on holiday leave for a few days, Arthur left his house to hail a taxi. He was uncomfortable with the thought of leaving his two adoptive brothers, Alfred and Matthew home alone - more so Alfred rather than Matthew.
Matthew's girlfriend, Amber had assured that she and her mother would check in on them often; they would call if there was any problem.
In the taxi, Arthur pulled out the letter and re-read it.
"Hazel Monae, I don't hear from you in 20 years and now you send me an invitation to your daughter's wedding? ... I guess this may be a blessing in disguise..Thanks, I guess" Arthur mused.
That following morning, Elsa ran along the dock boardwalk to hug her two friends who had just arrived by ferry. She hugged them upon greeting. "Ronnie! Hiromi!" She cried happily.
Veronica Beilschmidt, also known as 'Ronnie' by her two friends, was a tall German girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She wore jeans and a dark sweater, along with high boots. She naturally towered over her friends.
Hiromi Honda was a small Asian-American girl with soft cherry red hair and brown eyes. She wore a long t-shirt with a cute sailor bow at the front, a skirt, leggings and sensible shoes.
The three greeted with their usual chant. "We're…Ronnie, Elsa, Hiromi! Best friends in each and every way!" They cheered.
"I'm tough!" Elsa remarked.
"I'm tall!" Ronnie stated.
"I'm tiny!" Hiromi added.
"So watch us rock today!" All three cheered.
Hiromi and Ronnie both admired the engagement ring Elsa wore with pride. "That's nicer than the ring my father got my mother…don't terr him I said that" Hiromi noted, her slight Japanese accent could be heard.
"Lucky. Kevin did really well, didn't he?" Ronnie stated.
Walking up the boardwalk in between Ronnie and Hiromi, Elsa spoke. "I'm really glad you two are here because…I have a secret and only you two can know" she admitted.
Hiromi blushed with shocked look on her face. "Ersa! Are you..?" She asked.
Elsa laughed. "No, I'm not pregnant. I think I finally found out who my dad is! Remember how when we were little and whenever I asked about my dad, Mor would say that it was a summer romance and he'd left before she even found out she was pregnant with me?" She stated.
Ronnie and Hiromi nodded.
Elsa pulled out a brown leather book from her brown satchel bag. "Well, when I was cleaning out the attic the other day, I found this…the diary she kept the year she was pregnant with me" she explained, opening the book.
Hiromi wore a look of conflicting emotions - her curiosity and respect for privacy. "I don't think I want to hear this..it's rike we're invading her privacy" she mused. Hazel was like an aunt to her and Ronnie.
Ronnie smirked. "Well, I wanna know and I don't care about damn privacy! Not since Dad and Uncle Gil walked in on me doing some weird stuff when I was 15" she remarked.
Ignoring the protest from Hiromi, Elsa started reading. "'July 29th…or should I say, the best night of my life? Lukas sailed us over to Ny-Ålesund. We found the most beautiful forest I had ever seen. We danced all night. The night got better when Lukas kissed me. And dot, dot, dot.'" She read.
"Nani?" Hiromi asked, confused.
"Dot, dot, dot. It means they did it. Right there in that forest" Elsa answered.
"Holy Berlin Wall! Go, Hazel!" Ronnie cried in disbelief.
Elsa giggled as she looked back down at the passage. "'Lukas is the one. I know he is. Everything with him just feels right. I've never felt like this before in my life'" she continued reading.
As the three walked back to the main cabin where she and Hazel lived, Elsa read more and more diary passages. Learning about her mother's two other boyfriends at the time; Arthur and Vlad. The passage about Vlad was about how fun he had been and how his sense of adventure kept her mind off Lukas, who had left after it turned out he was engaged to a Belarusian girl called Natalya. The passage about Arthur was about how kind and understanding he had been. Just like with the passage about Lukas, there was a 'dot, dot, dot.' - much to Elsa and her friends' excitement. They hid the diary in Elsa's bag just as they ran into Hazel.
"There are the bridesmaids" Hazel joked. She was in her usual jeans, hiking boots and a blue blouse. She put down her toolbox to embrace Ronnie and Hiromi. "My goodness, stop growing so fast, you two! You all sound like you're having fun already" she noted.
"We are" Hiromi answered.
Hazel sighed wistfully. "I used to have fun.." She reminisced.
"Oh, we know" Ronnie remarked. Earning a confused look from Hazel.
As soon as they were inside, Hiromi asked the most important question. "So which guy is your dad? Rukas, Arthur or Vrad?" She asked.
"I don't know.." Elsa admitted.
"Well, which one did you invite?" Ronnie asked.
The look on Elsa's face answered the two - she'd invited all three. "Oh my god! Seriously?" they both gasped.
"Well, I can't write to a stranger 'Please come to my wedding, you might be my father', can I? I wrote the invitations so they think it was Mor who sent them. And as I hoped, they said yes!" Elsa giggled.