A/N: I don't know Hetalia, but I love the idea of nations being people and wanted to try out a story. Sorry for possible mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker and for possible OOCness, I tried my best. Oh, this will probably be a Denmark/Finland fic, since I love that pairing~ bothers you? - please don't read it then. Oh, and I love comments, you are very welcome to comment this !

Prologue

It had been quite some time since the Nordic countries had lived under one roof. Back when Denmark still kept them together at his place, it had been questionable at best and there had been a good reason why it didn't work out: it wasn't meant to be that way. Sweden and Finland were the first ones to leave, but it wasn't long before Norway and Iceland took of as well. While Denmark still this day longed for the days, when he had ruled over his four Nordic friends, even he understood it just couldn't work out.

That is why the arrangements made for them to this world meeting were questionable at best and a total disaster at worst. They all agreed on that, when Canada announced this them: they were going to stay in a house all by themselves. Complaining, horrified looks, arguing or pleading didn't seem to work. Poor Canada could only say sorry and that America, the host of this week long meeting, thought that since they had lived together once, surely they could do so again. Apparently being the young country America was, he hadn't thought there might have been reasons behind the separation of the Nordics.

Denmark was the one, who thought the least of the whole situation. He might even have felt a small amount of joy as he got to know about the arrangement; the tall blonde had spent some time missing his former companions(yes, he did think of them as companions, even if they felt more like his sub servants). He wasn't so harsh to Canada and only gave him a grin. Canada was almost positive he could see the blue eyes shine with some emotion he would guess to be amusement and happiness.

Sweden and Finland were a package to deal with. The taller blonde didn't say anything, but the way those dark blue eyes changed behind his glasses, Canada could tell he wasn't happy. While many might have thought that a country so quiet and stoic hardly could be affected by such an arrangement as theirs, but it wasn't true. Out of all of them it most likely bothered him the most, since he more than anything wished for a quiet life with his wife(of course Finland still hadn't admitted to being his wife).

Finland looked more shocked and protested the loudest of all of them. The memories of the days they still lived with Denmark and all the fighting were more fresh in his memory, since he had spent quite some time living rather unhappily with Russia as well(life with Denmark hadn't been quite so harsh though). This was a rather funny considering that the young blonde probably was the most flexible and agreeable of all the Nordics, but he also happened to be the second most expressive one, so it was him Canada had to apologize to the most.

Norway wasn't impressed either, but didn't bother to be as shocked about the news as Finland was. His comments weren't very nice and Canada took it rather personally even if the blonde nation was only angry at the situation, not at him. The last thing Norway wanted was for Denmark to get into his role of ruling over all of them again, especially Iceland, who he thought he speaking on behalf of also.

Iceland just stood stoic behind his brother more or less unfazed by the whole thing. He cared rather little about this, he'd been rather young when Denmark ruled over them and remember rather little of it. Norway of course told him about it, but the pale blonde boy felt rather trapped with his brother also.

Never the less this was the situation and they had to deal with it all in their own ways. Their ways of dealing were of course the reason they had problems in the first place.