Woah, I was expecting like maybe two follows and one review but it seems there really is need for Iceland fics. Good for me then, I guess :D Thank you, everybody! I really hope you will not get disappointed.
There will be no pairings except some slight mentions on DenNor. Also, Iceland will be only one attending to school (Denmark has a restraining order... About that you will find out later). So this is not really a gakuen Hetalia -AU.
Lol, usually I'm called süß but awesome dude definitely works too :p
So, the first chapter is here.
First chapter: Higher annoyance
Iceland didn't own an alarm clock and he had good reasons for that. Firstly, those devices from the hell were annoying. Secondly, he didn't want to wake up inhumanly early for some loud ringing. Thirdly, he had a puffin.
"Rise and shine, sunshine!" the puffin yelled and flied to the Icelander's bedroom, "it's your first day! Hurray!"
"Shut the hell up!" Iceland yelled back and pushed his head under the pillow, "and it's not my first day." The bird sat on the desk and let a weird sounding noise that was his version on laughing. Because puffins were not supposed to be able to laugh, it sounded strange every time he did. But then again, birds weren't supposed to speak either and sometime Iceland really hoped somebody would have told the puffin that little fact.
"Woah, you already got the teenager speak", the puffin noted, "babies grow up so fast."
"I'm not in the mood now."
"That's what she said!"
"Puffin", Iceland said with a serious voice and turned to look at the bird that looked too happy, "we Icelanders eat puffins. If you don't shut up now, I'll take care you are in the menu."
"It's barely seven o'clock and you are already giving death threats", puffin said and didn't seems to be worried, "be crampy old nation then while I go to poop on everything you love." He took off and flied out just when Iceland realized that the bird might actually do what he said he will. The nation almost fell on the floor in hurry to safe his belongings.
"Stop, puffin!" he yelled and the bird laughed again. He flied around the living room few times before settling down on the lamp.
"Look at that" he said, "I got you up! One point for Puffin, zero to Ísland! Hah!" The bird tapped his beak on the lamp to make clicking sound and Iceland grimaced.
"Yeah, I'm up", he said, "so what?"
"So you eat your breakfast", Puffin replied, "and then you go to airport because your flight to Denmark is leaving in three hours!"
"Three hours?" Iceland yelled, "why you didn't wake me up earlier?"
"Because I didn't want to listen your annoying complains!" the bird yelled back and made the lamp swing left and right, "hurry up, Icey!"
"I swear someday I will eat you", the nation mumbled and marched to the kitchen. When he one hour later stood in the hall, dressed up and ready to go, the bird was still swinging with the lamp. The nation was already in bad mood and the puffin wasn't really helping.
"Puffin!" he yelled, "get down from there."
"What? Is somebody a little troll today?" he bird asked but flied on top of his suitcase, "you know, nobody gonna love you if you push your bad mood on them."
"I don't care", the Icelander said darkly and sighed, "listen. I'll have to go now. You are the responsible of the house while I'm away so if anything happens, come to me."
"So anything, huh?" he bird asked, "like if the sun rises tomorrow I'll rush to you and be like 'omg, Icey, the world didn't end!'"
"Stop that", Iceland said.
"You stop that", the bird replied.
"I was serious about what I said about the menu", Iceland muttered and wondered why he never got anything easy, "just keep things on eye, would you?"
"Of course, sir!" the bird yelled and raised his wing for something that looked like a salute. Iceland sighed again and grabbed his suitcase. He only had one because apparently his boss was still thinking he might try to escape and so they had sent most of the Icelander's stuff to Denmark few days earlier. Iceland still wondered why they haven't seized his passport and sent the border guards to take him to the airport just to make sure that he actually left the country. Maybe they thought he was too adult to go and hide somewhere in the wilds, he thought and walked to the taxi that was already waiting for him. The puffin sat on the window sill and raised his wing for a wave. Iceland waived back and wondered if this was really a good idea.
"Velkommen til København…" The cheerful voice of the steward woke the nation up from the slumber. He yawned and wondered a few seconds where he was until it hit him again. He was at the Copenhagen's airport and, though he had done this same flight many times before, he had never felt as upset as he was feeling now. He would have preferred to go home but apparently his home was now here so it was better to collect his suitcase and move on. At least his boss had agreed on keeping everything secret from other nations and therefore, instead of meeting up with the over-happy Dane and going to his big mansion just outside the capital area, there was nobody waiting for him this time and he would just have take a metro to the city and move in to the small student apartment his boss had got him.
When Iceland stepped in the waiting area, he felt a bang of sadness when he saw all the people waiting for their friends and family members. This was the first time for decades that nobody was picking him up. Normally Denmark would have been there with his small Dannebrog and waiving and yelling so much that Iceland wanted to just turn around and go back home to save himself from embarrassment. But now the Dane wasn't there so Iceland pulled himself together and marched out to the metro platform. He was so familiar with the Copenhagen's public transportation that he didn't even think where he was going until he stood in front of a big building. His boss had warned him that they couldn't give him a fancy place. He was to live with other students, but at least they had arranged an own room for him so he could be more freely and not forced to keep his true self hided all the time. Still he wasn't very happy when he got to the room and noticed that it smelled like somebody had left a dead rat in the corner and he could hear all the noise from the other rooms around him. He noticed that his stuff had already arrived and all the boxes were now filling up the small space.
"So, yeah", he mumbled and looked around to see all the ugly yellow walls, dirty window and the small sink that probably didn't even work, "not fancy , definitelly not hygge, but I guess I'll survive." He didn't have own toilet or kitchen, he would have to share the common ones with other students, but at least nobody knew where he was and what he was doing. It would be only two years anyway. He had survived worse.
"Hey!" a new voice said and Iceland turned to see a smiling young woman at the door, "you are the new Icelander, right?"
"Yeah", Iceland mumbled, "I guess so." The woman was carrying a pile of papers and now she was trying to find the right one. Finally she took one paper from middle.
"You missed the welcome week so I was told to show you all the things", she said, "so… Your name is Eiríkur Andersen?" It took Iceland a moment to remember that it was the name he was using this time. Usually he had fully Icelandic name but because this time he had to connect everything with his Danish citizenship, he had ended up with the Danish surname. Not only that, Andersen was also one of Denmark's favourite names though Iceland wasn't sure if he was using it currently.
"That's me", he said and the woman nodded happily as she draw a mark on the paper.
"Wou, I think we will call you Erik, is that okay?" she was pronouncing it like a Dane but Iceland shrugged. Nobody would get it right anyway.
"That's fine", he mumbled.
"And you even have a Danish surname, I see", the woman continued and Iceland wondered if she really had to go into so personal things right away, "you got a family from here?"
"Yeah", Iceland said, "something like that." The woman nodded.
"Okay, here are all the documents for you", she said and pushed the paper pile on his hands, "I guess you have already signed up in your study account?"
"Yeah", Iceland said. He had done that because one of his assistants had made him sit down and do exactly like the official e-mail from the University said. For some reason everybody was so excited about his studies. Traitors, all of them.
"So you can find everything from the internet", the woman said quickly and gave him a smile, "and if you don't know something, just ask a Dane."
"Any Dane?"
"Well, I guess one from the University might know best", the woman said with a shrug, "but so far that I know you might be just as lucky with a random passer-by. So, I have to go now. Have fun!" She waived and was gone before Iceland had a chance to say anything. The nation sighed and glanced briefly at the papers before dropping them on the bed.
"I still feel like this was a bad idea", he mumbled and started to organize the room in order to keep himself distracted from the fact that he was really going to study.
"Yep, still feels like a bad idea", Iceland mumbled and did his best to not fall asleep while the teacher was speaking. He thought his voice was too low to be heard but apparently he was wrong because the guy sitting next to him smirked.
"Same here", he said, "hey, you weren't at the welcome week, right?"
"Yeah", Iceland replied and gave a quick glance at the guy who somehow reminded him about France because of the blond, slightly curly hair and smile that probably made some girls and boys drop in daily basic, "I was a bit busy."
"That's cool", the guy said, "they didn't really say anything you can't find from internet. I'm Tomas, by the way."
"Eiríkur", Iceland replied and waived a bit.
"Erik what?"
"Yeah, that", Iceland mumbled and wondered why he didn't pick up more international name. Well, it was too late and would raise too much questions if he went to change his name now. Also, his Icelandic pride was very happy about the beautiful names his people were using.
"Okay", Tomas replied and leaned to poke the girl sitting on front of him, "Julia, say hi to the new guy." The girl turned so quickly that it was a wonder that she didn't fell off from the chair. She had a curious look on her face and somehow Iceland knew that he should be very careful around her. She probably already had blackmailing material from half of the people in the class.
"Hi, I'm Julia", she said.
"Eiríkur", Iceland said.
"But we can call him Erik", Tomas added.
"Yeah", Iceland mumbled and yet another student turned to speak to him.
"I'm Carl", he said with a quiet voice, "nice to meet you."
"You too", Iceland said with a small nod. He knew he looked utterly bored but it didn't seem to bother these people because they still made an attempt to speak with him.
"So, we are only non-Danes in this class", Tomas told him, "all the others are from Denmark."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I checked the name list", he said, "wanna guess where we are from?"
"No", Iceland said honestly because he was still too pissed off to play any games. They should try again after few years. Tomas looked like he was going to tell anyway, but Julia warned them to be quiet because the teacher was giving a look at their direction. Iceland leaned his chin on his arm and hoped that two years would go fast.
The class felt like it went on for an eternity but finally Iceland was out from the room. The air had become suffocating during the last half of the class and the nation was very happy to be out from that room. He didn't really like crowds and sixty people in one room for hours were more than enough for him. He sighed, moved his bag a bit so it wouldn't hurt his shoulder, and just walked. He had been in the University before but this building was a new one and he had seen only the oldest as Denmark had been so proud of it back in the 17th century and he had took Iceland and Norway for a tour few times. But instead of the old building, the class had been held in new place in another side of the city. Iceland had never been there before and, though he got some dry humour from the fact that the metro station nearby had been named after him, he was upset and lost. Of course it would have been so easy to call Denmark and ask for the directions. The Dane of course knew every stone in his land and had probably somehow took a part in constructing the campus. But if he called Denmark, there would be questions. Questions Iceland didn't want to answer.
"Hey, Ísland!" Iceland startled when he heard his real name and after few panicking thoughts he realized that it wasn't the Dane. Denmark didn't have a female voice. He turned to see a young woman with a serious look and a black bag tugged under her arm.
"I have no idea what…", Iceland started but the woman shook her head.
"I know who you are", she said and gave him a small smile that was weirdly professional looking. Iceland frowned and realized after while that the woman was nervous but did a good job with hiding it behind her serious and utterly professional look.
"And you are?" Iceland asked.
"Kristfríður", the woman replied, "Kristfríður Agnarsdóttir."
"Icelander?" Iceland asked and couldn't stop feeling much better now even if he still thought all his people were traitors against him.
"Bred and raised", she said and switched to their native language, "my mother works for the government, and my grandparents and granduncle did too, so that's why I know the secret." One from those families then, Iceland thought and nodded. Even if the power wasn't inherited in his country anymore, some families had notable amount of members working within the government and so they knew about the personifications. Mostly it made things easier because Iceland didn't always need to go through the time when he tried to make his new bosses to believe in him. It was much easier when they already knew, but sometimes it worried him a bit too.
"Nice", Iceland said and nodded.
"Because you are here now I was told to give you this", Kristfríður said and gave him a piece of paper. Iceland looked at it but all he could see was a phone number. There weren't even any names or explanation about whose it was.
"And what I should do with this?" he asked and held the paper between his fingers.
"It's the phone number of Íslenska leyniþjónustan aka. Icelandic Secret Service, of course", the woman replied, "if you ever need anything, you just call and everything will be taken care." Iceland stared at the paper and wasn't sure what he should think about it. He had had no clue about any secret services and he wasn't sure if he should be worried about that. After all he was the country, wasn't he supposed to know about stuff like that?
"You mean that…", he started and looked up only to see that Kristfríður wasn't there anymore. Iceland was all alone and apparently the woman had literally run away right when he got distracted. The nation had no idea why she would have done that but if she was after mysterious expression, she definitely got that. Also, it made her look a bit crazy and weird.
"I have a secret service", Iceland mumbled to himself, "damn, I should have asked her how I can get out of this stupid building." He pushed the paper in his pocket and somehow he knew that next two years would be even harder than he thought.
How long it will take for Denmark to realize Iceland is living in his land? Will Puffin destroy Iceland's home? Are all the Icelanders really traitors and what the heck is the Icelandic Secret Service? What exactly is Iceland studying?
So, now you have met all the minor OCs. Iceland's classmates Tomas, Julia and Carl and Kristfríður Agnarsdóttir, who apparently works for the Icelandic Secret Service (which apparently doesn't really excist. I asked.) Like I said, these characters will have only small roles but they will still be there around.
I gave some hints about what Iceland is studying so if you are living in Copenhagen or have impressive googling skills, you can maybe figure it out. Take it as a challenge.
ps. Don't worry. He will not eat the puffin.