Sunflowers and Shrimp
Summary: "If Russia could help Iceland, he could help her too. After all, it was very cold in Russia." Greenland's feeling very sick, so she goes to the world conference in the second coldest place on earth: Russia. RussiaOC
Rating: T (possibly… .)
Genre: Romance/ Supernatural
Okay, whoot~ My first Hetalia fic~ I want a scarf like Ivan's. And since Iceland was taken, I chose the next best country: Greenland! I know way more about Iceland, seeing as I lived there for two years, but Greenland is just as awesome. Arctic Nation FTW~
Just a little something before I start: Greenland's staple of the economy is fish, mainly shrimp. Mmm… shrimp… I think I'll go get some after I finish :D Because of global warming, the shrimp are moving farther north where it's colder. Also, if all of the ice around Greenland were to melt, Alfred would have to say goodbye to Florida!
Alfred: O.o||| …n-no…
Gretchie speaks Danish because I can't find a English-to-Greenlandic translator online for free. Besides, in some parts of Greenland, some people speak both Danish and Greenlandic. If someone finds a Greenlandic translator, kindly point me in that direction…?
Also, with the exception of this chapter, each chapter is based off of a song. (Well, the title is based off of a song, but not the chapter)
Chapter 1: Winter Hot Music
For what seemed to be the millionth time that day, Greenland coughed, swaying slightly.
It wasn't looking good for her country. The fishermen were not meeting their quota for shrimp, causing the economy to suffer. The nation was warmer than it should be, and ice was melting. Ice that had never melted before, that never knew the feel of the heat, was melting, revealing islands that even she didn't know exist. The winters came later and didn't last as long. The Arctic was slowly being poisoned, causing the nation to suffer.
She coughed again. "…too hot…" she muttered hoarsely. Her country was too warm. Much too warm. If the trend continued, there would be no shrimp to fish for, and then what would happen? She had already relied on her neighbors and her brother too much.
The not-so-cold arctic air blew around her, and she shivered, although it was not from the cold. Shudders wracked her body more often these days, combined with fever and headaches. Many a day she spent working, trying to ignore these feelings of illness as she listened to her boss talk on and on about the state of the economy and of the country, as if she didn't already know. He couldn't see the dark circles under her eyes, or feel the unnatural heat that radiated from the normally cold nation. She would reach her bedroom at night and remain conscious enough just to open the window before she would pass out in her bed. Her sleep was often interrupted by fever-induced nightmares. She would wake, trembling from her fever and the nightmare, and wouldn't go back to sleep until the following night.
Her entire body ached, and it was too hot…
Not feeling well, she returned to her home. Normally the snow would have fallen by this time, and her house would be a frozen domain, but now her house was just as abnormally warm as the land. She shivered, once again not from the cold, and dragged herself to the kitchen and grabbed a frozen washcloth from her freezer before collapsing on the couch.
"Nnngh…" she groaned, using the last of her strength to throw the frozen cloth onto her forehead. She relished in the freezing temperature as it spread throughout her body, giving her relief if only temporary. She sighed as she covered her eyes with one arm. The heat made her sluggish and lazy, making her despise it even more.
As she tried to rest, her mind wandered to the World Summit meetings that were taking place in a week. If she remembered correctly, they were taking place in Russia, the second coldest place on earth. Her body shuddered with delight as she imagined the cold. Yes… it would be in November this year, when the temperatures would be freezing, unlike past years where it had been in the spring or summer. She could see her family again, and her friends. She didn't really have any enemies, unless you counted Germany, who had picked on her when she was younger. America had protected her then, earning him her undying gratitude. Russia had even helped her brother Iceland when they were younger. True, her brother didn't trust the large nation, but she had felt something ever since she had first seen him.
She managed to push herself to her feet with newfound strength. A small smile crossed her face; if Russia could help Iceland, he could help her, too.
After all, it was VERY cold in Russia.
She made her way over to the phone and picked it up, dialing a number with trembling hands. When she heard the dialing tone, she put the phone up to her ear, chewing nervously on one of her nails.
"…HAYOO~ you're talking to the Hero!" She heard from the other line. She heard another voice say "Answer the phone properly, you git!" before she spoke.
"H-Hi, Alfred… it's G-Gretchen…" She stammered. She cursed herself; why was she so weak? Sure, he had protected her, but why was she stammering?
"Gretchie!" Alfred cheered, "I haven't heard from you in a while! Are you feeling better?"
"I should be asking you that, what with the oil spill and all." Gretchen said with a grimace. She had heard about the gulf oil spill from her neighbor Canada, and was worried, but was too sick to do anything.
"…it's getting better. Still, how are you?" Alfred asked again. Gretchen fell into a coughing fit, covering her mouth with a hand. When she removed it, blood lay splattered in her palm.
"…I-I've been better." She muttered, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping her hand with it before moving into the small kitchen. She rinsed her hands underneath the lukewarm water before drying them.
"…still not doing so good?"
Gretchen sighed. "No. The economy's suffering, still. That's why I'm going to the World Summit this year."
She heard Alfred gasp on the other end. "Really? Hey! Arthur! Gretchen's going to the Summit this year!"
"I heard it, you git!" Arthur hollered back, "I'll call Ivan and make the reservation. The Summit's in three days."
"Mange tak, du to." Gretchen said before hanging up on the two bickering nations. Her head was starting to spin as she climbed back on to the couch. Snow, the arctic fox that was her constant companion, curled up on her stomach, yawning before stretching and licking Gretchen's chin. She affectionately scratched the fox's chin before falling into a feverish sleep.
TRANSLATIONS:
Mange tak, du to: Thank you very much you two. (Danish)
Alright, the first chapter is done. (phew) Now to get to the Ivan-centric chapter~
(JUMPS) AAGDSKFJSDWTFBBQ oh. The wind closed my door. I seriously freaked out there. R-Russia...? Are you haunting my room...? . .
