Matthias pulled his keys out of his pocket, fumbling with the metal objects for a moment before finally locating the one he needed, and sticking it into the keyhole. His blue eyes lit up in triumph, and he turned the doorknob, swinging the door open with excitement.

"Feast your eyes on the one, the only, hus af den fantastiske Matthias!" the Danish man exclaimed. Natalya had no clue what he said, but was ninety percent sure he was praising himself in some way.

Her violet eyes examined her surroundings. Lukas was right, it definitely was worse on the inside. The walls were red, and were decorated with many photos and paintings, mostly being of Matthias or the Danish flag. There was a large grandfather clock that was positioned at the end of the hallway. To the side was a large staircase, with golden railings. The floor was white tile, however the stairs were white carpet, a detail that bugged Natalya to the fullest; it was all so unnecessary. She could only imagine what the upstairs was like.

"So, what do you girls think?" Matthias asked energetically, bouncing up and down.

Natalya gave him a stern glance, before turning to Irunya, who seemed to be searching for something nice to say.

"It's uhm… it's unique! Very you!" Irunya exclaimed, afterward giving Matthias an unsure smile that almost made Natalya laugh—almost.

"I know right? I knew you'd all love it, I designed it myself after all!" the Dane exclaimed, oblivious to the fact no one expressed that they actually liked the house. "Follow me, I'll show you two to your rooms upstairs! Sadly, they aren't as cool as the rest of the house."

Irunya chuckled, "I think I can live with that."

Natalya watched as the two began ascending up the staircase, and she trudged behind, having a bit of difficulty getting her suitcase up each step, but managing to do so nonetheless.

Matthias guided them to two rooms that were right next to each other on the right side of the hallway. "This one's yours, Irunya," he said, opening the door to the first one. "And this one is for you, Nattie. Can I call you that?" he asked, moving to open the door to Natalya's room.

Natalya irritatedly met his blue gaze. "Call me that again, and I break your arm."

Matthias took a step back. "Alright, geez. I'll let you two settle in." And with that, the Dane walked back down the stairs, presumably to converse with the other Nordics.

Natalya sighed, stepping into the room that she luckily would only have to stay in for two days. The room was rather plain, with white walls and white carpet. To the left was a brown dresser with a blue vase on top, however the vase was vacant of any flowers. The queen-sized bed had a plain red comforter and white pillows, and next to the bed was a brown night stand with a gold lamp on top. Next to the lamp was a picture of Matthias and some other man. Natalya walked over to it curiously, picking up the small photograph and examining it for a moment. She knew she recognized him, but she couldn't put her finger on who the tall, blonde, green-eyed man was.

The blonde set the photograph back down and flopped onto the bed, a sigh escaping her lips. She looked down at her watch, and noticed it was already six p.m. She sighed again.

Natalya hadn't quite realised how tired she was until now. She closed her eyes for what she thought would only be a moment, and soon fell asleep.

"Ten minutes 'til dinner!" called a loud voice, effectively snapping Natalya awake. She shot upward, her eyes opening as she looked around. Sighing, she remembered where she was, and stood up, making sure she didn't look terrible before heading out of her room.

She got lost for only a moment as she went down the large staircase and toward the kitchen, the noise from the others talking being enough to help her find her way.

The Belarusian walked in, only to find everyone talking; Tino cooking while Matthias whined about wanting to help; Lukas and Irunya setting the table; Berwald searching for something in the fridge; Emil sitting on the counter and looking at the floor. It was astonishing to Natalya that the Icelander didn't have his phone.

She decided that he was the only one not talking to others or being busy with a task, so she would introduce herself to him. Plus he didn't have his phone to act as a distraction. She wasn't entirely sure why she felt compelled to speak with him‒‒maybe Irunya was rubbing off on her.

Natalya walked up to him, staring at him with her cold violet eyes and poking his shoulder. He looked up at her, an equally as cold expression on his face. "What do you want?" he asked.

"I don't know. To talk or something," the Belarusian responded. She examined him curiously, although you would never have been able to tell that she was.

"There are plenty of other people to talk to, so don't bug me. I don't want to talk to you," Emil said, his emphasis on 'you' making Natalya raise an eyebrow.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

Emil hopped off of the counter and stood in front of the short woman, staring down at her. "It means that I know who you are, and about your weird obsession with Ivan."

"Listen, dickweed, that was a year and a half ago. We all go through weird phases, emo-boy," Natalya retorted, crossing her arms.

"I'm not emo!" Emil exclaimed, his eyes lighting up angrily as he shoved Natalya forward.

Natalya gasped, purposely doing so overdramatically, and earning the attention from everyone else in the room. She watched as Lukas walked in front of her, and looked at Emil. "What are you doing. She's a guest, Emil, you can't just shove her."

"I didn't 'just shove her', she insulted me! Stop talking to me like I'm a child; for fuck's sake you're not my parent," Emil growled angrily.

"No, I'm your older brother. And you should respect me," Lukas replied, with a calmness that came as a surprise to Natalya; although Lukas really didn't seem like the kind to shout. "Why don't you go to your room and cool off," the Norwegian suggested.

Emil clenched his teeth. "Seriously? You're sending me to my room? Fine, I'll go! But not because you told me to, but because I'm sick of dealing with all of you idiots!" The Icelandic male stormed off, muttering, "I'm not a child," under his breath.

If Natalya was a more expressive woman, she would have certainly had a smug expression on her face.

The room fell silent, and everyone looked at each other awkwardly. But quickly, like flicking a switch, everything went back to the way it was. To Natalya's surprise, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned around to see who it belonged to. Lukas stood behind her, looking at her with slight sympathy. "Don't worry about him, he gets moody sometimes," he said.

"I can tell," Natalya said in return, going to the counter and sitting in the same position Emil was in previously. She looked down and noticed she had yet to take off her jacket, and unzipped it, before taking it off and tying it around her waist.

The dinner was served, and Natalya was given a portion that could only be three times her size. Tino had said that the meal was Aebleflæsk, a traditional Danish meal that was requested by Matthias (and was likely the reason Matthias wanted to help cook so badly). Natalya really didn't know what was in the meal, and couldn't really tell by looking at it, however it smelled good so she figured it would taste good as well.

Natalya grabbed a bite, examining it before placing it in her mouth. As expected, it was delicious, although Natalya would never say such a fact out loud. They were all eating the food, so they should know that it's delicious, what need did she have to say it?

"This is delicious!" exclaimed Irunya, of course being the person to go against Natalya's philosophy.

"Thank you!" responded Tino and Matthias together, causing the table to erupt with laughter, while Natalya simply continued to eat in silence. Her mind wandered toward Emil, and how angry he must be up in his room, probably listening to My Chemical Romance.

"What do you think, Natalya?"

The Belarusian looked up like a deer in headlights, Tino's voice snapping her out of her thoughts. "What?" she asked as she looked at the expectant faces of everyone around her.

"I was just asking what you thought of the meal," the Finnish man explained.

"Oh. It's good," Natalya simply said, a bit annoyed at having to share information she deemed unnecessary.

"I'm glad you like it! Matthias has many interesting recipes," Tino said with a smile, and Matthias smiled as well. "Yes I do! And they're all amazing!" the Dane exclaimed.

"Yeah," Natalya said, and went back to her meal.

After dinner was over, the group ended up watching the movie 'Men and Chicken', a Danish comedy that Natalya really didn't find all that enjoyable, but one that everyone else seemed to enjoy. When the movie ended, Natalya silently made her way back upstairs to her room, still feeling rather full from the large dinner. As she walked down the hallway, she bumped shoulders with Emil, who stopped and glared at her for a moment before continuing on his way.

Natalya shrugged and opened the door to her room, stepping inside. She pulled her suitcase up on her bed, unzipping it and grabbing out her purple, silk pajamas. She quickly changed and then grabbed out her toiletries, going to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Natalya sighed as she looked in the mirror at her tired face. Today was exhausting enough, and she still had a whole week ahead of her. The Belarusian turned on the faucet and splashed some water on her face, before wetting her toothbrush and putting a line of toothpaste on it.

Natalya finished brushing her teeth and turned off the faucet, setting her toothbrush down on the counter. She made her way back to her room and flopped onto her bed, similar to how she had done so earlier. "What a day," she muttered to herself.

The Belarusian slowly closed her eyes, not even bothering to get under the covers before drifting off to sleep.

A/N: Please review! I'm curious to know what you all think.

Translation notes:

"...house of the amazing Matthias!"