[Conny]: A new story! Yay~! Well, a little background on this story. I was in Biology class last year and I actually listened for once! It wasn't the teacher I was listening to (because she couldn't teach whatsoever!), but it was a boring video that I momentarily paid attention to. The Icelandic island of Surtsey! After some planning and a little bit of characterization... I've come up with Surtsey! (Also, I wanted to make other OCs, but then Himaruya-san somehow got the idea I was gonna use and then...yeah). So here you go! Hope you all like this story!

Disclaiming that I own Hetalia! But I, like, totally own Surtsey. So back off. (the character, not the island)

Surtsey and Iceland

14 November 1963.

Checking my watch, it read 7:10 a.m. Why am I walking along the southern shores of my island, I do not know. It's still dark out, the sun won't rise for another hour or two. Fishing vessels are out in the sea, catching dinner. Mr. Puffin is on my shoulder, seemingly asleep. He should have just stayed home, there's a perfectly good nest there. He does not have to be with me all the time.

For now, I will just continuing walking and looking out to the sea. No wonder I'm called Iceland. I live so close to the Arctic Circle and smack dab in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Yet, there's not much ice right now. My poor friend to the west was given a rather ironic name. Maybe we should switch our names, to make them more appropriate.

"Look, look," the bird on my shoulder squawked. My eyes looked passed the early morning fog. Is that…a ship on fire? No, but there's a ship nearby. A plume of smoke rose into the sky, darkening what would be the blue sky. Ash was filling the atmosphere.

"Mr. Puffin, go check it out. If you would, please," I ask kindly, so he would actually flap those wings of his. He hopped off my shoulder and headed closer to the smokestack. The sea is very unsteady, very irritated in fact. Something is wrong. No, everything is wrong with the universe at this one moment.

The bird finally came back, coughing and gagging. "It's some sort of eruption," he said through the hacking. What volcano would-oh…

It makes sense now. I have been living on the ridge between two great tectonic plates, which supposedly gave birth to me. Rising from the water, lava formed my island. Another ironic thing about my name. Why Iceland, and not Lavaland? Or Greenland? Why Ice?

"Go report this to the capital?" I am not running to the one and only city right now. Something about this is keeping me here. Mr. Puffin flies off, leaving me alone. I wonder just how long this will last. Just how long would an underwater volcano erupt?

Something was drifting ever so slowly towards shore. Maybe it was just wood, or possibly some debris from the vessel in the water. Yet, as it drew closer, I realized it was definitely not either of those. A baby's cry was filling my ears. It wasn't like hearing a banshee, but more like…a cry for help. A weak plea of a helpless child. Not truly thinking of it, I leaped into the water. It was obviously much warmed than I had expected, but my clothes did weigh me down some.

A white, wicker basket was coming closer to me, the baby's voice was becoming louder. Pushing myself forward, I got within reach of that basket. My hand took a hold of the rim and carefully brought it towards me. How did a newborn get all the way out here? The baby's blanket is green, much like the new grass of spring. I don't know if this is a boy or girl, but that doesn't matter right now. I have to get back to shore.

Once on dry land, I removed the baby's blanket. It's a girl! I placed the blanket back, keeping the child warm. She has quite a lot of hair, its much like my hair. Silvery-white. She's stopped crying, having calmed down once being removed from the sea. Her eyes are open, being bright jewels. They're a color between blue and violet, changing with the amount of light she gets. I took her wicker basket and carried her towards my car. Wait. I don't have a car seat for a baby.

"What am I supposed to do?" Maybe I could drive slowly, while having her basket on my lap? I don't know. No, that's not safe. Just try to strap her in? I suppose that's the best I can do for her. I placed her in the back, trying to figure out how to get this seatbelt to keep her safe. She was watching me, then giggled at my frustration. I couldn't help but smile with her.

Somehow, we made it home. Mr. Puffin beat us, then started squawking about how I have a baby. He thinks this is a toy or maybe I got a girl pregnant and finally had to pay up for it. I grab his beak, holding it closed. The baby giggles more, watching the bird flail around and mumbling curses to the wind. Eventually, he escapes my grasp.

"They're calling the island Surtsey." Really? Using my brother's mythology to name the island? Surtr's Island? Surtr is a fire jotunn, or a fire giant. Now a name like that is a bit more appropriate.

"Surtsey is a good name, I suppose." I turned to look at the baby, she's looking at me intently. "What do you think? Do you like the name Surtsey?" She showed me a big, toothless smile. I suppose she really does like the name.

"Where did you get that baby anyway?"

"She was born of the sea."

[Conny]: What do you think? I plan to keep the story going, but it's nice to have some encouraging words. I know there's the whole, "oh, another Hetalia OC that happens to be a girl. Yes, Hetalia does need more girls, but it doesn't at the same time. I just wanted to throw in a girl because the Nordics are all men. Besides, wouldn't it be cute if Iceland had a little girl hanging onto him and calling him big brother? Oh, and while I'm still thinking... I know that last line was extremely cheesy...go ahead and lock me up in the cliche jail!