Chapter 2: A Pleasant Surprise

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Author's Note: Well.. I hope you enjoy reading! :'D

Breakfast was quiet, just like how it is every day in the manor, well, except when the other Nordics were with them.

Though, occasionally, Icel would try breaking the ice, by making a pleasant comment about the weather or two, or talking about the economy and such.

He sighed and stopped trying when his older brother would just give him a nod or a shrug, or would occasionally say "yes" or "no".

He looked around the other Nordics were quite late, didn't they know that they were going to have guests today..? Well.. They should, they did do this every year.

Finally, looking up he saw Sweden, followed by Finland, Sweden nodded at the direction of Norway, then to Iceland, before he sat down on his seat, Norway nodded back at him, and Iceland did the same. Finland went over to Norway's side and hugged him, earning a hug back, and he turned to Iceland, and waved, and said, "hi", in his usual cheerful voice.

Iceland in turn said "hi," well muttered it anyway.

The meal was still silent, the only thing that you can hear are the clattering of their spoon and fork.

They were nearly finished, when the door began to open, and there, a huffing Denmark, stood, or leaned against the door frame.

He panted and looked at each one of them, Norway glared at him, and then drank his coffee, he was still reading the morning paper, when Denmark arrived, the others just had a confused look on their face, or a astonished one.

"I overslept, and before I knew it, it's already way past breakfast time!" He said, he chuckled and went to sit at his seat.

Norway clucked his tongue disapprovingly, though he does know that he can't do anything about it, he went out of the room, muttering a small, "excuse me," and the rest seemed to follow his example.

Leaving Denmark there, still eating.

Denmark pouted, oh gosh, Nor can be so cold… But that means he notices him, he thought to himself, ever since he knew that Prussia wanted Norway to himself.. Well.. Let's just say he got a little too protective of his "little brother".

Sweden was going back to his room, and Finland was going down to enjoy the flowers, and to tend to the garden.

Norway was going back to his study, probably more work or something. Iceland was.. well.. he was looking outside the window, guests were beginning to arrive one after another.

There was Spain, and a bunch of his men were carrying gifts for the Nordics, there was France, and he was carrying a bottle of his finest wine, there was England, with his.. fairies, yes, he sometimes wondered how he can see them.

And then.. He looked and blinked and then blinked again. He wanted to slap himself or something, instead he just pinched himself, and looked down again, his eyes were wider this time 'round.

Was his eyes deceiving him, or does he really see who that really is…? She was back. Her blond hair, her green eyes, he could remember that girl anywhere.

The girl looked up and met his eyes, and he quickly hid. His heart was pumping so loud that he was afraid that he might have had faint right then and there.

"A-Adelgonde… She's not dead…."

So I was right… She is a country.. And she's grown… Like me.. He thought to himself.

Oh what was he still doing here? He was supposed to be meeting Adelg-, the guests.

He ran downstairs, wanting to meet "his" Adelgonde.

He ran straight on to her, and sat up, he was about to say something mean, or nasty, but he didn't because he saw that it was Adele, that he bumped into. His childhood friend.

"Adelgonde… Is that you?"

A/N: Anyway… Please read and review! XD