Introducing...the Nordics and Sealand!
Thanks to Mocha-mono for her tips on writing the Nordics!
Sealand flipped through the channels on the TV in the Nordics' house, sighing as he saw the same boring shows pop up over and over again. He groaned and leaned back on the couch.
"There's nothing to do," he complained loudly. "All my friends aren't around, and I'm soooo bored!"
Sweden glanced up from his newspaper, "Be qu'et," he said, putting his finger to his lips, then went back to reading about an upcoming Hetalia Day celebration that would be held in Vienna.
"Don't shush me!" Sealand protested. "I wouldn't even be sitting here if I could be doing something fun!"
Finland walked in just then, holding an envelope. "Hey Sve, look what just came in the mail!"
The Swede looked up. "Wh't is it?"
Finland shrugged. "I don't know, but it looks fancy, like some sort of invitation or something."
"Ooh, an invitation! Can I see?" Sealand asked, jumping up from the couch. He grabbed for the letter in Finland's hand.
"Woah, don't do that!" Finland said, stepping back in surprise. "You have a lot of energy today - why don't you go off to play with your friends? Is Latvia around?"
"No," Sealand said in annoyance. "He told me yesterday that he's going to Austria, of all places! Why would someone like him want to go to Austria?"
Finland shrugged. "Maybe Russia forced him to go. Who knows? But could you please just run around outside or something? Sve and I want to look at this letter."
Sealand made a face. "Oh, whatever. Fine." He left the room, muttering angry words under his breath.
Once Sealand was out of the room, Finland opened the letter, both he and Sweden looking curiously at the slanted cursive writing on the page. "Congratulations, you have...been invited to play in the Hetalia Symphony Orchestra for Hetalia Day!" Finland read aloud, grinning. "Hey, that's pretty cool! I'll get to break out my old oboe!"
Sweden held out a hand. "C'n I see?"
"Sure." Finland handed him the letter, and the Swede read it carefully, going over it a few times with his eyes.
He frowned. "Look at th't," he said, pointing to a sentence.
"What?" Finland looked to see where Sweden was pointing, and read aloud again. "Please arrive at the Vienna Konzerthaus in Austria at exactly 9:00 in the morning." He furrowed his eyebrows. "What's wrong with that?"
Just then, Denmark burst into the room, shouting at the top of his lungs. "IT'S EIGHT THIRTY, TIME TO WAKE UP! COME ON, EVERYBODY, WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"
Finland stared at the Dane in confusion. "What do you mean, 'wake up'? We're all awake!"
Denmark smirked. "Not Norway!" He bounced away, giggling and shouting. "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"
Finland and Sweden glanced at each other. Norway was going to be furious!
Sure enough, Norway's annoyed yells soon resonated through the house. "What the heck, Denmark!? It's only eight thirty in the morning!"
"So?" Denmark said. "Time to wake up and start the day!"
There was a groan and a loud curse, and then a disgruntled Norway sped down the stairs in his pajamas, grabbing for Denmark's tie to strangle him.
Denmark grinned. "Hey, Nor-AAAAAAHHHH!" he yelled as the tie wound around his neck.
Finland chuckled at what seemed to be becoming an everyday event in this house, then frowned. "Wait, what time did Denmark say it was again?"
The Swede looked at his watch. "Eight th'rty."
"Oh no! The rehearsal starts at nine!" Finland looked panickedly at Sweden. "What should we do?"
"Let's go," Sweden stated simply.
It took nearly twenty minutes just to pack all the Nordics' instruments into the car. "Denmark, why the heck do you have to put that tuba in the front seat?" asked an annoyed Norway.
Denmark shrugged. "It needs a seatbelt," he said. Norway facepalmed, but made no more protest. Instead, he concentrated on lifting his English horn case into the trunk of the car.
Iceland walked over, lugging a giant double bass. "Where should I put this?"
"In the tr'nk," said Sweden, who had already placed his trombone in there a few minutes ago next to with Finland's oboe. After all the instruments were safely secured, he closed up the trunk and all the Nordics got into the car.
Finland started the engine. "We're off!" he said happily. All the Nordics cheered.
But then he remembered Sealand! He cursed under his breath. The young boy was standing in the middle of the driveway, holding a large suitcase. "Hey, Finland!" he said breathlessly.
"Sealand, what are you doing here?" asked the Finn, rolling down his car window.
"I want to go with you, wherever you're going!" Sealand picked up his suitcase and lugged it over to the car, grunting with every step. "Can I come in?"
"Well…" Finland considered.
"No, you don't ev'n pl'y an instr'm'nt!" Sweden said, glaring at the young boy.
"Play an instrument? What do you mean?" Sealand asked, eyes shining with curiosity.
"We're going to an orchestra rehearsal," said Norway, who was still bleary-eyed from being woken up twenty minutes ago. "And…" he checked his watch. "We're officially late."
"Come on, we gotta go!" said Denmark, kicking Finland's seat.
"Hey, I want to play an instrument!" Sealand whined. "Let me come!"
"No," Sweden said. "Why d'n't you pl'y outs'de?"
Sealand sulked. "I already did that today, and it's boring!"
"Seal'nd," Sweden warned.
The young boy stuck out his tongue at Sweden, then all the Nordics watched in surprise as his face suddenly lit up. "Fine," Sealand said. "I guess I'll just...stay home." His mouth twitched. "Yeah, I'll do that. Goodbye, everyone! Have fun, now! See ya soon!" He turned to walk away.
Finland honked the car horn. "Wait, Sealand-"
"What?"
Finland had thought something seemed a bit...fishy about Sealand's sudden obedience, but then he saw that the time was 8:59 and they weren't even out of the driveway yet! He decided to think no more about the whole Sealand thing. "Never mind."
Sealand giggled a little. "Okay, whatever you say!" He hurried back towards the house, and Finland started the car again and pulled slowly out of the driveway.
Sealand smiled to himself. Finally, he can put his plan into action! The boy had decided while talking to the Nordics that he would sneak into the car...and now he just needed to figure out how to do it.
He peeked around a large tree to find that the Nordics' car had stopped. Someone was singing at an extremely loud volume, and another person was yelling at the singer. Probably Denmark and Norway, Sealand thought, grinning. This would be the perfect time to make his move.
The boy creeped out from behind the tree and snuck towards the car, making sure to stay out of sight. His suitcase, packed with clothing and everything else he needed in order to stay in Vienna for a few days, banged against his legs.
Denmark's singing eventually stopped, and Sealand allowed himself to dart a few steps closer to the car. So close! He did a little victory dance in his mind; he was about to show the Nordics that they couldn't tell him what to do!
The car's engine started up again, and before Sealand could even blink, it had travelled almost to the end of the driveway! What the heck?
Wait up! Sealand's chance to go to the rehearsal was disappearing right before his eyes! He would have to run faster than he ever had if he wanted to catch up to the car.
Sealand took a deep breath, eyes narrowed in determination. He would go to Vienna! He dashed almost unsteadily down the driveway, cursing his too-big suitcase for slowing him down.
The car turned out of the driveway and began driving down the street. With a frustrated yell, Sealand threw his suitcase into the lawn. He then sped down the driveway and into the street, heart pounding.
"Hey! Be careful!" A man in a car, one of the Nordics' neighbors, swerved wildly to avoid hitting Sealand.
Sealand paid the man no mind, only focusing on one thing: catching up to the Nordics' car. Up ahead, the car slowed, then came to a full stop at a stop sign. This was his chance!
He poured everything he had into this last stretch of the chase. Sweating and panting, Sealand sprinted up to the car, quietly opened the trunk, and pulled himself inside, ducking behind an instrument case.
He did it! He was safe! And now, all he had to do was be quiet during the drive all the way to Austria.
And, as he realized with a grin a few moments later, Norway was still wearing his pajamas.
This was my first time ever writing the Nordics! I'm really starting to like them - it's so much fun to try out new characters.
I imagine the Nordics driving to Austria instead of flying on a plane, because they seem like they would enjoy a good road trip. :)
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