Queen of Northern Europe
"Lukas? Isabella? Berwald?" A familiar voice called. The trio immediately whipped around to be greeted by Emil, the King of Iceland. "Hello, little brother." Lukas greeted. "Stop calling me that!" Isabella took a step back, about to run, but her back met Berwald's chest. "What are you guys doing here?" Emil asked. The trio's eyes met. "Well...were going to Helsingør. To escape from Mathias." Lukas explained. Emil rose an eyebrow, a questioning look in his eyes. "Do I dare ask why?" He asked. "He wants to kill me." Isabella said, her back facing everyone else. "Again, do I dare ask why?" He asked again, emphasizing on 'why'. Isabella faced them all, her eyes shining with anger. "Mathias wants to kill me because, he wants to become the King of Northern Europe." She explained. Emil nodded in understanding, anger slightly filling him. "Can I come?" He asked. "Now it's my turn. Do I dare ask why?" Lukas asked.
Isabella giggled as Emil slightly pouted. "Because, he's annoying my friend." Emil explained, a light pink blush to his cheeks. Isabella 'awed' and hugged Emil. "You're just so adorable!" She giggled out. Emil rolled his eyes, his blush turning a bright red. Berwald grunted, jealousy filling his mind. Lukas smirked slightly at the tall Swedish man. Berwald locked eyes with the emotionless Norwegian man, and he grunted. "You can't come. Mathias would most likely take you as a hostage, and force it out of you. Or use you as blackmail. To make Isabella come and give up her position." Lukas explained. Emil rolled his eyes once again, getting annoyed. "Why makes you believe that he would force it out of me?" He asked. Berwald gave him a look that said Do you really want to ask? Isabella said what they were all thinking anyways. "He would threaten you, probably torture you. And, as Lukas said, most likely use you as blackmail."
"...I still want to come." Emil said, blatantly ignoring what everyone said. Isabella groaned, along with Lukas and Berwald. "I'll make sure that Mathias won't get me." He assured. "...Should we?" Isabella asked. Lukas shrugged, and Berwald looked away, not minding if he came. Isabella giggled and nodded, with a smile. "Ja, you can come!" She said. Emil had a small smile on his face. "Let's get going." Berwald said. Everyone else agreed and they trudged on, their minds focused on getting to their goal, Helsingør.
