Hello there and welcome to this first chapter~ This chapter is sort of an introduction, and what better way of an intro than someone's childhood, specifically the first drinking experience.

Just some stuff:

1. Some chapters will be in first person point of view, but more often they'll be third person. 2. I'm using the name for this OC!Faroes as Anina Valdis Sinclair, but she'll go by various nicknames throught the drabble, Ani being the most used. 3. There are other family connected to Faroes to be used in these drabbles, but they'll come up later. 4. She will be in some pairings with a few canon characters, as other OCs will be, but I'll try to keep them within their historical relations and interactions. 5. More explanations will come up for anything I might need to explain. And of course, you're welcome to ask questions.

Alright, so this chapter focuses on Denmark, Norway and Faroes. I've made Denmark as Faroes' uncle because of his ownership over her and strong influence as well as control, almost like a father, but not so much.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Never when I first drank did I think it would be like this. Disgusting. The bubbles ran down my throat all wrong and it tasted so bitter and salty, much worse than anything I'd ever drank before, even as a remedy. But I wanted it. I wanted to drink and I wanted to be grown up. I wanted to be a Viking. The two just went together perfectly. So of course, I thought if I drank it would help me on my path to being like the big Nordics.

The big Nordics drank, they fought, they had more women and status than they knew what to do with. I wanted that. Even if I was a girl, I wanted it. I wanted to be known, I wanted to fight, and I wanted to do what they did. What my uncle did.

Naturally, I observed what went on when they drank, if I was invited (rarely, unless there was a feast) or not. Onkel seemed like a good person to observe. He drank and was almost instantly happy. Happy enough to laugh and goof off with the men around him and try to get with any of the women near them. I felt a small sense of pride thinking that this was going to happen to me; being surrounded by friends, being the happy talkative center of attention. I knew I wanted it.

So I asked my brother.

It seemed logical, him drinking thanks to our uncle. And through being oh so persuasive with him through tactics of childish play fights and arguing, I got my way. He took me to the next feast where there was assured to be drinking, especially since onkel and the others had just returned.

I was worried they wouldn't even let me in at first, since I was still a girl, a young one at that, but surprisingly, I was without complication. That was probably due to my recent haircut from an accident resulting with tar almost covering my scalp and hair completely. I wormed my way inside until I found my uncle, surrounded by the big Nordics and laughing loudly, almost obnoxiously. I managed to seat myself on a bench next to him.

"Hej Ani!" he grins and turns, but there's something weird about it, like he's not as graceful as he should be.

"Hvad, onkel?" I raised an eyebrow and looked at the mug of beer in his grip.

"Drink with me!" There's slurring in his words as he shoves a full mug clumsily into my hands, spilling some on me.

I make a face and take the mug and he turns back to talking to some woman. I sniff the liquid inside and it smells bitter and strange. I look up from it and catch myself locking eyes with Norway. His are steely blue as always, but look even more so as he examines me with the alcohol in my hands. I try to swallow thickly and look away, but I feel like I can't even do that. I felt guilty for some reason, holding what I did in front of Norway. Like when mor caught me doing something bad and stared at me like that with disappointment, but somehow Norway's stare then was even worse.

"Hey, you're not drinking?"

I almost dropped the cup in surprise. Danmark's hand roughly pushed the mug up to my mouth.

"C'mon, drink it. It'll get stale and shit."

"B-But I…" I sneaked a glance at Norge. "…I can't…"

"Ya gotta drink, Ani! That's why we're all here, anyway!"

"But onkel…I…don't know…how?"

"Don't know— It's easy! Jus' watch!" He demonstrated by chugging his own mug down in what seemed less than a second.

"Wow…is it really that easy?"

"Ja! Just like water, but tastes a hell of a lot better!"

"A-alright."

I tipped the mug back as it met my lips and started to drink. I sputtered and nearly gagged after the first few gulps, the bubbles and bitterness a little too much for me. After a few more swallows, I forced myself to put the mug down. My uncle laughed.

"That's the spirit! You'll be a 'real man' in no time!" he was laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. I just grimaced as the bubbles started to make their way up my throat and a burn began to replace the tickling sensation from before. Coughing, I looked up at onkel. He was too preoccupied with one of his friends. I pulled on his sleeve.

"O-onkel…!" I wheezed in between a cough and a gag.

"Hvad?" he turned toward me slightly.

I held my stomach and burped before paling. His eyes widened and I could see the obnoxious happiness turn to concern and a kind of horror.

"C'mon…let it out…"

That's exactly what I was doing. "Letting it out" behind the feast hall while he looked over me and rubbed my back.

"Well, that was stupid," a cold voice said from behind me. "Good job, idiot."

"Norge, it's not my fault!"

I wanted to say it wasn't his fault for once, and I actually wanted to drink, but I of course was puking out my insides and could be no help.

"Really? Then you didn't tell her to drink?"

I could feel the cold deadpan stare even in the state I was in.

"Nej! And if I did, it's good for her!"

"Good how? Her mother will smell the alcohol on her and know it was your fault."

"Wait a minute…"

They continued to argue as I coughed up the last of the bile. I wiped my mouth, and then practically jumped on my uncle's back, almost making him fall.

"Take…home, now," I muttered.

"Fine, fine. You sure you don't want to drink anymore?"

"Nej." I coughed and half gagged into my hand.

"Jus' don't throw up on me, alright?"

"You'd deserve it anyway," came Norge's response.

"Home." I coughed before they could break out fighting again.

"Alright, jeez."

He adjusted me on his back and headed towards his house, away from the alcohol, with Norway in tow.

Mmkay, so here are some translations. Mostly Danish.

Nej: "No"

Ja: "Yes"

Onkel: "Uncle"

Hvad "What"