Hey guys! Thanks for the patience!

Yep, to write the last chapter was like pulling teeth without anesthetics. Not. Fun. At. All.

On another note: In his -not so recent- blog posts, Himaruya has been contemplating names for some of the unnamed characters. This would include our Nordic buddies:

Denmark: Anersen, Christensen, Anasen, Simon, Abel, Mikkel, Magnus, or Bertram

Norway: Lukas, Bray, Bjørn, Kjetil, Knute, and … Sigurd?

Iceland: Emille, Shigres, (Egril?), or Erik

.pfsssh… I hope Iceland doesn't end up being Emille… Spellcheck will keep changing his name to Emilie or Emily while I try to write this.

Eh, I'll only go back and change the names if you guys want me too… I personally like Mathias, Nils, and Tómas (even if Tómas is a better name in Spanish than Icelandic

Light. Blinding daylight engulfed Nils as he broke through the water's surface. The Prince blinked furiously, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the blazing white orb-the sun- looming above his head. A sharp cry startled Nils as a flock of gulls soared overhead. Directly ahead of him stretched a sandy shoreline protected by rocky shoals. Behind the beach loomed a village of stone and brick. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tolled out the hour.

Already the surface world was drastically different from life under the sea… A fact Nils was less than pleased about. Fortunately for him, he wasn't human…

…Speaking of which, there was a pair of humans standing along the shoreline. Nils frowned at the humans. From this distance, the Prince was unable to pick out any distinctive features from one human to the other, and although he had no particular interest in the two, Tómas and Peter would bother him constantly if he didn't give them an eye witness report on the strange creatures. With an impatient sigh, Nils cautiously swam towards the shelter of the rocks to get a better view.

The two human males stood facing one another, armed to fight. On the left stood a white haired man with gleaming red eyes. He was dressed in a white and black uniform covering his chest to those strange "legs" humans had. And on top of his head rested a … bird? Sure enough, a small yellow bird perched on the man's head. The man seemed completely oblivious to it. Instead he simply snickered at his opponent, a confident smirk crossing his face as he unsheathed a steel blade.

"Kesesese… You sure you wanna spar the awesome me, Mathias? Aren't you crippled enough already?" He taunted.

Nils' gaze turned to the other human. "Mathias" was tall, muscular human with wild, blonde hair that defied laws of gravity by standing up on end. Unlike his pale haired counterpart, the man was dressed in a crimson tunic with matching… whatever those things humans wore on their legs. A black cloak was worn over the outfit. For a moment, Nils couldn't understand what the white haired man had meant by "crippled", but when the blond human reached for the battle axe strapped across his back, the Prince's eyes widened in surprise at the cloth bandages that wrapped around his left arm to his chest.

Mathias laughed in response, sky blue eyes gleaming mischievously. "Ja. Hell, Gilbert, if ya think this is bad, you should see the bastard I fought!" The two suddenly burst into laughter at that, while Nils simply stared as if the two humans were insane. 'Well… they ARE humans, after all…'

As suddenly as they had burst into laughter, the fighting began. The white haired man, Gilbert charged at Mathias, raised his sword to strike him. Mathias deftly dodged before attacking with his own axe. Nils watched with a mix of horror and fascination during the fighting. Those two idiots were going to kill themselves! And as much as Nils disliked humankind, he didn't want to stand idly and watch them die…

The fighting raged for several minutes, during which Nils found his focus drawn to the bloody sport. At first it had seemed as if Gilbert would've won; he had been faster than Mathias with his attacks while the blond couldn't move as quickly due to the large battle axe he wielded. However, the blond wasn't stupid-or at least he wasn't as stupid as Nils had assumed. The instant Gilbert charged at him to finish the duel, Mathias blocked it with his own axe. With a powerful twist of the wrist, Mathias knocked the blade from his opponent's hand.

"Scheiße1!" Gilbert swore angrily, only to be drowned out by his rival's laugh. "That was a fluke! There's no way in hell that you could beat someone as awesome as me! I demand a rematch!"

Nils sighed in relief. So they weren't going to fight to the death after all… He continued to watch the pair argue back and forth, shaking his head slowly. Honestly, were all humans so immature?

"You can rematch me all ya want, Gil! I'll still kick your ass…" Mathias chuckled, swing the axe over his shoulder. His laughter trailed off as he caught sight of movement out of the corner of his eye. He could've sworn he had just seen a face peering out from behind the rocks. Mathias raised an eyebrow in confusion, before taking a few steps towards the water. "Hey, Gil! Do you see anythin' over there?"

Nils eyes widened in surprise. He'd been caught. Before the white-haired man could reply, Nils drove below the surface of the water, retreating back towards his home far below the seas…

Meanwhile, Gilbert glanced off in the direction Mathias had pointed in. "Nope. Nothing!" He snickered at his friend's confusion. "Kesese, did you drink too much last night? Or has Prince Mathias finally lost what little sanity he had- OW! What the hell was that for?" The albino gingerly poked the arm that Mathias had just punched in a friendly-yet-incredibly-forceful manner.

Mathias shrugged, giving Gilbert an innocent look. "Well, if I've lost my sanity, then I can't be blamed for my actions, can I?" Not waiting for an answer, he turned and began striding back towards the village. "I'll rematch you later. Let's get back to the castle before far2 realizes I'm gone…"

Upon his arrival home, Nils was immediately greeted by his brothers… and Peter. Tómas, Berwald, and Tino lingered a short distance away, but Peter instantly barreled into his uncle.

"So what was it like? Did you see any humans? Did they see you? Were they really ugly, like an octopus or barracuda? Do they really lack fins? Huh? C'mon Nils, tell me!"

Tino sighed. "Calm down, Peter. Nils has had a long day. Give him a break."

Peter reluctantly complied, swimming off to find another mermaid to occupy his time with. A faint smile crossed Prince Nils' face as he nodded toward Tino. "Takk3…" Before any of his brothers could repeat Peter's questions, Nils retreated to the solace of his room. The Prince wanted nothing more than to act as if this day hadn't happened. He still disliked humans and their crude ways, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't avoid thinking of the two humans he had seen… especially the blond named Mathias.

"Helvede4…"

Well, this chapter was once again like pulling teeth… only this time with novacaine to dull the pain…

I shall now use my basic knowledge of German, Danish, and Google translate's knowledge of Norwegian for translations:

1Scheiße (German)- Shit

2far (Danish)- dad/father

3takk (Norwegian. Danish spelling: tak)- thanks

4helvede(Danish/Norwegian)-literally hell, but it can be loosely translated as dammit

No, I do know more Danish and German than just the cusses, but I only had use for the swears this time around.

Reviews would be 5vidunderlig (Danish)-wonderful

Oh, and before I forget, if I have any people reading my work that like roleplays and are literate writers, I've joined an AU Hetalia roleplay revolving around the Mafia. We still need Vietnam, Hong Kong, Japan, France, Germany, and Austria before we start. Message me if you are interested ^^