Heyo! Chapter one written by the ever-so fab...ME!/brick'd

I don't know what to really say for this...I feel like my witty banter has been dwindling T-T

Disclaimer: Sterling & Nony are to fabulous to own Hetalia *Sassy hair flip*(Read: We own nothing...Aside from our dear creeper...)

"Good morning," a cheerful man greeted his neighbors upon preparing to leave for work.

He strolled to his car, limping slightly. Many have questioned if he ever considered using a cane. The answer was always the same. No. No cane for him. He felt too old of a man if he used one. At least, that's what he told anyone who asked.

Sliding into his car, he drove into Oslo for an important meeting. One of many. Hopefully, one of which he could meet him. He gazed around for a parking space, when he spotted a figure resonating an air of significance. Slowing down, he gazed out the window at a blond male, carrying himself with perfect posture and set slim shoulders.

Could that be-?

"Nordic meeting beginning!" Denmark cried, slamming his fist on the table he and his brothers were seated around.

"Too loud," Norway muttered under his breath, placing his head in his hands wearily.

"Are you okay?"

Norway glanced across the table to find the question directed to him by Finland.

"I'm fine," the exasperated personification replied.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." The word exited more forcefully than he intended.

Finland recoiled.

"Maybe you need a break," Denmark suggested, finally noticing the situation at hand.

"H've ya been w'rkin' a l't?" Sweden wondered.

"I'm fine," Norway insisted. Maybe I do need some time off…Spend a few days alone in the fjords…That would be nice…Get away from everything and everyone…

"or…Nor!" Iceland's voice snapped Norway out of his inner thoughts.

"What?"

"You were in a daze."

"Oh…"

"Now, back to business!" Denmark cried, his eyes bright with excitement. He proceeded with the meeting, though not much had been accomplished. Then again, when did they accomplish much?

"I really do need some time off to myself," Norway muttered.

He limped through the building at a surprisingly brisk pace.

I know I saw him come here.

He glanced at several doors on the floor, wondering where the Norwegian personification could possibly be.

That is, until he heard the squabbling.

"No, Sve! You are completely wrong!"

"You're 'n id'ot, D'nmark."

A sigh. "Why do I even associate myself with all of you? You're all insane."

Then came the smooth, calm-almost taunting-voice. "That's not nice to say about your family, Ice."

After a few moments, he pressed himself against the wall. The door opened, allowing the five occupants to give up on their pathetic attempt at a successful meeting. Exiting the room were five personifications that, no matter how much they bickered and fought, remained loyal to each other as a family. One by one, each made his face known to him. He noted Denmark's wild hair and bright features, as the Dane argued with an intimidatingly large Sweden. Finland tried mediating between the two hulking Nordics, his violet eyes flashing between concern and a murderous lust. He didn't really know which Nordic was which, but he didn't care. He wanted to see him. His hopes rose when the final two exited the room.

There was no mistaking that pale skin and light hair; the cold, calculating dark eyes; the regal air surrounding him. The personification of Norway.

"Why are you so desperate to go back home?" he inquired to the silver haired youth beside him.

"Because you're all insane." Was the received reply.

Norway poked the younger male's face.

"Now, now, Ice," he crooned. "Don't speak to your big brother like that."

Iceland batted the other's hand away.

"You're the worst of all of them!" he snapped, quickening his pace.

So, he has a younger brother…

He slipped away unnoticed.

Norway peered down the corridor.

"Something wrong, Norge?" Denmark stopped arguing with Sweden long enough to notice his younger brother's distraction.

The shorter Nordic shook his head.

"It's nothing," he replied. "I thought I heard something."

"Must've been your imagination." The wild haired man smirked. "Unless it was a faer-" He was cut off by Norway yanking his tie tight enough to cut off his air supply.

"Okay…that's enough," Finland attempted to mediate.

Norway released Denmark's tie, causing the Dane to gasp for breath. The shaky feeling of being watched did not leave him. He knew it couldn't be the fae. He knew their presence.

Shaking it off as a figment of his imagination, Norway followed his brothers out of the building. His every movement noted.

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