Hey Guys. I'm back with the new chapter for you. The Names for the characters
of this chapter are below.
Mathias – Denmark
Lukas – Norway
Elias – Faroes
Marta – Denmark's Older Sister
Emil – Iceland
This is NOT a crossover fic. I do NOT own Hetalia. I hope you enjoy.
"Come on, Mathias." Elias shouted to his brother as he reached the front door,
dressed in his costume for the great Festival of New Life. The Festival of New
Life is the celebration of the overtaking of the throne from the evil Queen
Magda. His costume consisted of a red cape thrown over his right shoulder, a
black puffy sleeved shirt covered with a red leather vest, dark grey pants with
black boots, and to top it all of his blonde hair was tied in a long braid.
"One sec!" Mathias shouted back. "I can't figure out how to put this thing on."
Lukas walks into the living room at that moment, wearing a blue dress with
gold trim and matching hat, his gold cross pin still in his hair, rolling his eyes at
Mathias. "Well figure it out or ask for help, before we leave without you, Idiot."
Lukas snapped at the Dane.
"Being Askel again this year, Lukas?" Elias asked, as he adjusted the red cape
over his right shoulder, and fixed his long blonde hair.
"You say that every year, Elias, and I still don't know who Askel is." The
Norwegian responded, earning a sigh from Elias. Before the younger blonde
could respond properly, Mathias walked out wearing almost his full outfit minus
the breastplate. "Okay I give. Help?" Mathias asked uncharacteristically.
Lukas and Elias shared a look of disbelief. "A five year old could put on a
breastplate, idiot." Was the Norwegian's response.
After Mathias was suited up the three left to me with Emil, who was working at
the festival.
"Gonna join the tournament again? You could be king of the festival again, and
regain your title from Marta." Elias chuckled. Mathias shot his brother a glare.
"Marta cheated last year and you know it. She doesn't deserve the title of Queen
of the Festival." Mathias huffed. "You know. You could join the tournament this
year. You are old enough now."
"Maybe I will. After all the legend states that the younger brother was the one to
defeat the queen and take the throne." Elias stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "If I
get to the finals I have the opportunity to say the famous line." Mathias stopped
him with a smack to the back of the head.
"Save it for IF you get into the finals. We're here." Lukas interjected. The
brothers looked up from their little quarrel to realize that they were in fact at
the festival gates. Emil stood there waiting for them, in an old farmhand outfit.
"Took you long enough," was all he said, before he was interrupted by one of
the festival squires.
"WELCOME TO THE FESTIVAL OF NEW LIFE!" The squire greeted cheerfully as
they entered through the gate. "Will any of you be joining the festival to attempt
to claim the throne from Queen Marta?" Elias and Mathias looked at each other
as if on a silent dare for the other to speak first. Instead Lukas spoke for them.
"They will both be joining."
This took about two pages including the original author's notes, written by hand that is.
Hope you enjoyed. Reviews? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Did I spell anything
wrong? I really want to know.
Next Chapter Marta will be joining the mix.
I hope you enjoyed.
