"Hurry up!" The tall Dane called to his fellow Nordic models, his blue eyes sparkling, "This place looks ancient!"
The Norwegian model grumbled as he caught up, "This better be worth it Mathias…"
"Just look at this door! How is it NOT worth it?!" Mathias looked at the faded violet door as the Norwegian and Icelander joined him.
"It looked like it had a number on it…" The youngest piped up, "Can you read it Lucas?"
Lucas shrugged, "Why should I care? The Dane is the curious one."
"Just thought I'd ask…"
Mathias, before another word was said, opened the door, "Whoa..." He looked around the room at the cobwebs and dust. There was a desk that held some pictures of the famous Miku with a boy with light blond hair laughing and the same boy with some of the other Hetaloids; Arthur, Alfred and Kiku.
"This room most have been closed for years…" Bjord breathed out. He looked at the walls seeing that they were painted a pale shade of violet with a flag from Finland and pictures of the blond boy with Rin, Len, Luka and Kaito.
"What gave it away?" Lucas looked at the bed. It had violet drapes over it, likes ones a princess would have, and the bedding to match and laying on the bed, as if thrown there with no care, was a boy with light blond hair. His outfit was similar to Miku's only violet and shorts instead of a skirt. He had headphones similar to those of any Hetaloid but his had a Finnish flag, "Guys…"
The three Nordics looked at the boy, "Is he alive?" The youngest asked, clinging to his brother's arm.
Mathias carefully picked his way over to him and pushed his left arm up to see his shoulder, "N1?" The Dane looked to the others before looking back at the tattoo, the color matching his nails of a deep red, "Think he's one of us?"
"You mean a Hetaloid?" Lucas questioned.
"No, I mean…A Nordic." Mathias expected the body further before finding a button on his head phone, "He sure has the right flag…" He reached over to push the button.
"You think that that's smart?" The Icelander piped up.
"Worth a try," Mathias said as he pushed it before there was any other objections.
There was a sound of a click. The simple sound then a gasp. Mathias backed away as the boy's violet eyes flew open and he sat up, very quickly, "Wrong?!" The boy yelled out before looking at the group. He gasped and backed to his headboard, "Wh-Who are you?! Y-You guys aren't .50, .01 or .1! Where's .50, .01, .1!?" The group looked at one another, recognizing the numbers, this model has been shut down for almost 10 years…