I forgot to mention this last chapter, but I will NOT be doing Berwald's accent for the same reasons that Scotland doesn't get a Highlands accent when I write him: I do not have the money to replace my laptop when I inevitably throw it at the wall in frustration.

Also, the chapter titles (discounting the prologue and epilogue) are the Norwegian word for day and then the number. So this chapter's title translates to "day one", for example. Why am I doing this? I felt like it.

Dag En

Eiríkur sighed as he teleported himself to his brother's cabin in Svalbard. He really didn't want to do this, and had actually given thought to just staying home. Unfortunately, Lukas would come drag him to this thing if he tried that.

He wasn't mad at anything they had done to him. It was what has happened to his brother that he was mad about, and the other two Scandinavians wouldn't have a single clue what they've done and Lukas wouldn't ever let it show and something would happen that would hurt his brother.

Forcing those thoughts from his mind, the Icelander walked up to the cabin and threw open the door. Immediately, he was greeted by his older brother. "Eiríkur," Lukas said, giving a small smile in greeting.

Eiríkur also smiled a bit. "Halló, Lukas," he said, shrugging off his coat. "So, I guess that since you actually smiled, none of the others have come yet."

"Nei, they have not. Their boat should not arrive until later today."

"Their boat?" the Icelander asked. "You seriously put the personifications of Denmark and Sweden, two countries that pretty much hate each other, on the same boat?"

"I was not going to teleport them here," Lukas said, rolling his eyes. "Besides Timo is with them and he should keep them from killing each other."

"Not very reassuring."

"It is far too late to change that." On that note, the Norwegian walked off, saying, "By the way, one of the rooms is not in any shape to sleep in."

Not really liking where this is going, Eiríkur asked, "And that means…?"

"The two of us have to share since there are only three rooms fit for habitation."

The younger nation groaned. "Can't Mikkel just sleep on the couch?" he asked without any real hope that his brother would agree to that.

Lukas turned back to his brother. "I would like the alcohol to last more than one night," he said dryly. "I am already going to lose some money due to the Olympics and will not pay for more beer."

"You're losing money because you're hosting the Olympics in Oslo?" Eiríkur asked, alarmed.

"Not quite," Lukas said. "I am just not getting a pay raise anytime soon due to both this and a number of other factors."

He could just say it's because of the war, the Icelander thought, grimacing a bit. Honestly, he felt a bit guilty that he had actually kind of prospered from that horrible war even though he had been told numerous times that it was better that than the alternative.

Remembering what they were talking about, he sighed and said, "Fine, whatever."

His older brother gave a small smile before leading him to the room they would be sharing.

Lukas fought the urge to sigh.

The other Nordics' boat would be arriving soon, and he still didn't know if this would actually be the best idea.

He wished more than anything that they would be able to reconcile their differences; that they would be able to go back to being a family, like they had been before the Kalmar Union.

He just didn't know if it was still possible, or even if he could get past everything that had happened, no matter how much he tried.

The Norwegian was startled out of his thoughts when he heard someone knock at the door. Frowning when he realized that he hadn't heard anyone come up and that he needed to update the wards, he got up and yelled to his brother in Icelandic, "Eiríkur, I believe the others are here."

He heard a muffled "I don't care" come from their room and rolled his eyes.

"Living room, now, lillebror."

Eiríkur groaned and stomped into the living room, glaring at his brother as he plopped down on the couch. "Happy now, dear big brother?"

"Very, especially since you called me big brother." Before the Icelander could say anything back, Lukas somewhat reluctantly opened the door to find the other three Nordics standing there as he had expected.

"Nor-Nor!" Mikkel said, attempting wrap the Norwegian in a hug that he easily sidestepped.

"Do not touch me, and do not ever call me that again," Lukas said, glaring at the Dane for a moment before turning to the other three. "God dag, og velkommen til Svalbard," he said, slipping into his native language for a moment.

"Hello, Lukas!" Timo said, grinning. "It's great to see you again!"

He saw Berwald nod in greeting out of the corner of his eyes, but didn't turn to face him. Seeing him reminded him too much of the invasion, of realizing what direction some of those soldiers had come from…

Lukas banished the thoughts from his mind before leading them into the living room where Eiríkur was waiting. Immediately after setting eyes on him, Mikkel shouted "Icy!" and wrapped him in a hug that the younger nation wasn't able to escape.

"Don't call me that!" Eiríkur protested as he tried to break free from the hug. "And stop hugging me already!"

Was it his imagination, or did Lukas see a bit of hurt on the Dane's face before he smiled?

Either way, Mikkel said, "Aw, you're turning into a mini Norgie! Of course, that may not necessarily be a good thing…"

Apparently attempting to stop a fight from breaking out, Timo stepped forward and said, "It's great to see you Eiríkur! How have you been?"

"Fine," Eiríkur said, nodding in greeting and also resolutely avoiding looking at Berwald. "You?"

"I've been great!" the Finn said, smiling.

At this point, Lukas butted into the conversation. "Before I forget, I need to set down a few rules." Realizing that he had caught their attention, he continued, "First, if you go out, take a gun with you. There is a bit of a polar bear problem, and it would be unfortunate if you were mauled by one of them."

"A-are you serious?" Mikkel asked, eyes widening.

"Dead," he answered, mentally rolling his eyes as he thought, He is still as wary of wild animals as ever, apparently. Out loud, he said, "Second, if you break anything, you are finding a way to exchange your money for my currency and repaying me. Third, I am not buying any more alcohol, so if it is all gone, I will not get more. Neither will Eiríkur, so do not even bother attempting to bribe him. And fourth, there is a cooking schedule on the wall of the kitchen. It will not be changed, so do not even try."

He saw the three newcomers nod, though Mikkel had sighed at the third rule.

That done, Lukas also said, "One more thing: there are only two extra rooms. Two of you will have to share unless one of you wishes to sleep on the couch."

For the first time, Berwald spoke. "I'll share with my wife," he said, gesturing to Timo, who turned bright red in embarrassment.

"I'm not a girl!" he protested. The other four ignored him and Lukas nodded to show that that was acceptable.

That taken care of, the other three left to put their bags in their rooms while the Norwegian sat next to his brother and asked, speaking in Icelandic so the others wouldn't understand, "Did you hide the alcohol like I asked?"

"Can you start calling it beer or something other than alcohol?" Eiríkur asked, but did sigh and say, "Do you think that I'm an idiot? I don't want to deal with a drunken Dane."

"No one does," Lukas stated. He sighed and muttered, "I hope this does not turn out badly…"

Eiríkur didn't respond, though from the expression on his face, he could tell that he was thinking the exact same thing.

Dinner that night was awkward. While he, Eiríkur, and Berwald would not have spoken much if it had been a normal meal, the tension in the air refused to disperse, even with Timo and Mikkel attempting to engage them all in a conversation.

Lukas honestly hadn't expected how hostile he felt towards the Swede and the Dane. While he knew that he still had issues with them, he was not prepared for the animosity he felt towards the two nations, especially Berwald.

He mentally sighed; he seemed to have been doing that quite a bit since they had arrived. He wanted to repair their relationship, he truly did, but he still seemed to have lied to Eiríkur when he said that he was willing to give Berwald the benefit of the doubt about what had occurred a decade ago.

Eventually, they finished their dinners one by one. Berwald was the first to get up, declaring that he was going to turn in. Eiríkur quickly followed him, probably to use the bathroom before someone else. After a minute, Lukas also got up, though he didn't say anything.

He went into his room and changed before closing the curtains and climbing into bed, leaving the light on for his brother when he came in, which he did a couple of minute later.

Surprisingly, Eiríkur pulled his older brother into a hug and curled up next to him without saying anything. After a moment, Lukas returned the favor, taking comfort that he would at least have one person he had a functional relationship with.

Meanwhile, the two remaining nations stayed at the table, not moving or saying anything until they heard Eiríkur leave the bathroom and close the door to the room he was sharing with Lukas.

That taken care of, Mikkel sighed and slumped down in his chair. "This isn't going to work…" he said quietly, not wanting to alert the other three to their conversation.

"Don't say that! We still have six days together," Timo pointed out.

"Yeah, six days of this, after the two of us avoided each other the entire trip over," the Dane said, his inner cynic rearing its head as he gestured in the general direction of the rooms.

"I have an idea for tomorrow, and if we try hard enough, we can get them to agree to it."

"What is it?"

"It's a drinking game I used to play with Estonia and the other two Baltics all of the time…"

Translations:

Halló (Icelandic)- hello (By the way, I saw somewhere that the word for "hi" is "hæ" and not "hei" like I had thought. Can anyone that actually knows Icelandic confirm this?)

Nei- No in both Icelandic (sounds like "nay") and Norwegian (sounds like "nigh" or "nein" without the last n)

Lillebror (Norwegian)- little brother

God dag, og velkommen til Svalbard- Hello (literally "good day"), and welcome to Svalbard

Notes:

Eiríkur can use magic- Yes, he can. He's not quite as good at it as his brother, but he's still about 50 times better than England.

The Olympics- Oslo hosted to 1952 Winter Olympics. By the way, while I believe that the last host city that didn't go bankrupt was Lake Placid in 1980, keep in mind that it happened about 7 years after WWII and Norway had been occupied for five years.

Iceland prospered from the war- Let's just say that I think they actually got an economy at that point. (Okay, I'm exaggerating a bit, but still.) Anyway, the British and later American occupation during the war brought a lot of new jobs, and they actually got more aid from the Marshall Plan after it ended than any other country. So, yeah, they're the only country (minus the US and possibly Canada) involved that didn't end the war in a worse state than they started out in.

Polar Bears- There are apparently a lot of them in Svalbard, to the point where there is a law saying that you need to carry a gun with you if you go out.

Mikkel does not like nature- Yes, I have been reading Scandinavia and the World. Why do you ask? Anyway, after seeing that Denmark doesn't really have much wildlife, this made sense. Note that this does not reply to anything involving the ocean/other bodies of water.

Anything that didn't make it in the notes will be explained in the next couple of chapters. Also, the game Timo suggested is not Truth or Dare. Just getting that out of the way.

Anyway, I really didn't expect this many people to like this. It's just… wow. Thank you!