Enslaved

The act of slavery was common before modern times, done to people because of differences. It was known that Turkish Corsairs enslaving Christians whom they had captured. Though the Ottomans were based in Eastern Mediterranean, they managed to raid in the North… the country of Iceland.

On an island in the Northern Seas, a great fire ravaged the lands there. The soil of the land and surrounding waters were filled with blood of the slaughtered. One man stood proudly and majestically at the destruction before him. He was the Ottoman Empire, a Nation delivered by his God and destined to rule all.

"This land is pathetic, no booty or whatsoever," he lamented, "It's a miracle why anyone would come live here!"

Approaching the Ottoman Empire, it was a tanned man drabbed in cloaks similar to the Ottoman nation. However, he wore no mask and his robes were viridian green instead. He quickly knelt down and bowed before his Turkish overlord.

"Algeria, is there anything you found that is worthy of my eyes?" he cried.

The Algerian man took out a sack and dropped its contents on the ground. Several fishes lay there, along with the hide of some furred mammals.

"Food and cloth only…" Ottoman grunted, "Truly, this country is poor to its brink! In the Porte, I already possess all the gourmet and silk I require."

"I am truly sorry, my lord," Algeria apologised, "but the only true resource here is the people. Surely they make fine slaves."

"That it may seem," Ottoman remarked, "alert the Corsairs to capture all Christians they could find."

The Algeria nodded and walked off into the island. As for the Ottoman Empire, he continued to stand firm until he felt a gut feeling within.

"What is this feeling?" he wondered, "Ho ho, so this island has one of us too… I shall claim you… So come out now, you brat! I know you're here!"

Suddenly, something shot out from nowhere to attack the Ottoman Turk. However, the seasoned fighter knew better and swiftly avoided the initial attack. The strange attacker wore brown robes and carried a spear, with grey hair and glaring violet eyes.

"You're this island, right?" the Ottoman laughed, "what is your name, boy?"

"Iceland…" he spoke with a deep tone, "get out…"

The Icelandic then charged forward at Ottoman again, but he dodged the blow again. The Ottoman drew out his scimitar and clashed with the Icelandic's spear.

"Boy, you are fighting the man who fought all of Catholic Europe to a standstill!" Ottoman bragged, "What makes you think you can defeat me alone?"

"Me… not alone!" cried Iceland, "Mr Puffin, attack him!"

At once, a puffin flew down from above and pecked at the Ottoman Nation. The Turk grew mad and wildly slashed around his area. Using this chance, Iceland tried to pierce into the enemy. However, his spear was grabbed by the Turk's hand and spun Iceland around and hurled him to the ground.

"It'll be a hundred years before you can even…" Ottoman cried.

Mr Puffin swooped down again, and took away the Turk's mask. The Ottoman Empire fretted and began looking up for the bird.

"Once I find ya, ya be my dinner!" he yelled, but realised a sharp sting on his chin.

Ottoman took a glance and saw Iceland with his spear and ready to finish him off.

"Get out," Iceland said again.

"Boy, like I said before, you need more battle experience before you out-smart me," Ottoman mocked, "look behind ya."

Iceland turned slightly to see, and was shocked. Algeria had returned to the scene and brought dozens of people, all of whom were chained.

"Attack my lord, and your people shall pay the price," Algeria threatened, putting a dagger at a captive's throat.

"Despicable…" Iceland grunted.

"Ha, 'tis only the way of the world," Ottoman declared, "we lie and cheat on one another everyday. A little island won't know that."

"We had won and gotten some good potential slaves," Algeria added, "should we set sail, my lord?"

"Pack those slaves in the back," Ottoman said, "and I believe I have an interest in you, boy..."

"You're not thinking of adding him to your harem of Nations," Algeria remarked.

"No, do not misunderstand," Ottoman added, "I like you yourself, come join me as my little slave. It's either you or the island, in which I would possess both in the latter case."

"Me then…" Iceland said, holding out his hand and the Turk grabbed him.

Omake – Iceland and Turkey in Modern Times

In yet another (almost pointless) World Conference, the Nations were gathering once more for another session. Iceland stared blankly, while munching on his liquorice with his Mr Puffin.

"You still eating those salty things?" a rough voice asked.

Iceland turned and saw Turkey in his suit and taking a seat next to him.

"Hey Pops," Iceland greeted.

"Boy, you look mighty sharp," Turkey exclaimed, patting on the Icelandic's back.

"Hush now, the Conference may start anytime," Iceland remarked.

"Okay everyone, today we shall talk about human trafficking," America declared, "I know we are working very hard against this, but I personally blame several countries for not enforcing it."

"Ha, slavery!" exclaimed Turkey, "Remember how we first met, boy?"

"But America-san, this is a necessary evil!" Japan cried.

"Pops, I had to attend you in your bath for one whole month before Denmark realised I was captured," Iceland replied.

"America, you also engaged in slavery in the past, da," Russia added.

"Did I mention that the former Soviet Union is a major destination for slavery," America remarked.

"That's because you broke up the union and made us filthy poor!" Moldova yelled, "my economy is only 1/30 that of Greece's, thanks to you!"

The Moldovan suddenly jumped out to pummel the American, and dragged several others Nations into the brawl.

"Ah, another peaceful day in the World Conference," Turkey said, "you free tonight? I wanna go to that new bar in New York."

"Not tonight, maybe tomorrow," Iceland said, "I think we'll be in New York for several days."

Author's Notes

This chapter is inspired by Himaruya-san's Christmas special – the Hetalia Bloodbath 2010. There, it featured both Iceland and Turkey together and they seem to be good friends or at least very familiar with each other. So I managed to find a relation between the two.

Apparently, the Ottoman Corsairs (pirates) actually invaded Iceland. They found nothing much to loot, so they took some people there as slaves. The most famous example was Guðríður Símonardóttir, who became a concubine. Some of the slaves were eventually bought back by Denmark and his King, Christian IV.