Ice and Daisies chapter 1

"Hey," Emil called down the hallway, gesturing to the bags. "I'm back with the stuff you asked for."

He was met with silence. He shrugged and walked into the living room. "Man, why weren't you answering m-" His words stopped abruptly. A silent gasp slipped out of his parted lips as he took in the scene in front of him. The shortest Nordic was in a daze on the floor. His mouth opened wide and his cheeks flushed red. Norway was trying to hold back an angered Swede from pouncing on and beating the hell out of the equally as angered Dane. The Fin snapped out of his daze and his pleading look connected with Iceland's confused one.

He mouthed two words, 'Help. Me."

Iceland strode to the middle of the room and pulled the Dane back.

"What the hell is going on?!" He demanded.

The Dane shrugged, "Ber suddenly got pissy."

Emil gave him a look that said, 'I'll believe you when Italians can drive.'

"And I'm supposed to believe that?"

Denmark groaned. "Fine. It's because I made a move on Finny over there."

He made a gesture to the northern nation. A smile quickly spread across his face.

"He's so cute..." He paused. Then turned to Berwald. "AND HE WILL BE MINE!"

"Nonononono. This is NOT starting again." Iceland grunted. He grabbed the Dane's hand and led him out of the house.


Meanwhile, Raivis sat on an abandoned park bench. He rubbed his hands in an attempt to warm himself. His feet ached from running so much and his whole body shook. He had finally done it. He had finally escaped Russia. A weak smile spread across his face, but it disappeared when he could see black dots dancing in his vision. He slipped his eyes shut.

'Us nations can't die, so a short nap won't hurt.'

He welcomed the darkness with open arms.


Emil closed the door and sighed. It was a true pain in the ass for him to get rid of the arguing and sobbing nations. Since everyone reluctantly left, he had the evening to himself. He looked at the grandfather clock in the living room. It read 20:42. He already felt tired, so he walked to bed. He almost fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Emil woke with a start. He had the same nightmare again tonight. He sat up and checked his smartphone for the time.

"Ugh. One o clock," he sighed. "I'll go on a walk to clear my head."


It was cold in Iceland, especially in winter. Emil pulled his hat further over his silver locks. His jacket was thick and furry, something that Finland made.

'No wonder why everyone likes him,' he thought. He shook his head to clear his angst.

'Why won't anyone love me? I mean, I can be pretty antisocial... But why should I be bored?'

He sighed. His boots clicked on the cement sidewalk as he made his way to the park. As he walked his eyes flicked to a park bench. He spotted a small figure with a cloak covering a mop of golden blond hair. He stepped lightly over to the person. He gently pulled the hood from over the strangers golden locks and looked at the young face.

He immediately recognized the features that this stranger bared.

Long lashes that rested on the others cheek, a head of mousy and stubborn blond hair that refused to lay down, plush pink lips that were probably soft to the touch. It was Ravis, the personification of Latvia.