From this point on, all events that happen here are strictly from assumption. This is not intended to be taken seriously, but merely a guess.

I do not own Hetalia. If I did, this would be happening. And please don't kill me if I don't write Norway correctly, I'm still trying to get used to his character.

1960: L'Anse aux Meadows

A blond haired man looked at the people who were examining the...huts? They looked like huts. But in the ground. Scratch that. It looked like a hobbit hole to him. Yeah,that's it.

"What do you think?" A new voice next to him said. The man jumped and looked next to him. He laughed.

"Mattie, ya gotta speak up so you don't spook me like that."

Matthew Williams glared at his brother. "Alfred, I was right here the entire time." The Canadian only received a shrug. He sighed and looked at the site. "It's cool, eh?"

"Are you kidding, this is so far out!" The American exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me you had a Norse settlement here?"

Matthew hesitated, not that Alfred noticed. "I...didn't know."

Alfred accepted that as an answer and bounced on his heels. "How do you think the Indians reacted when they met the Norse people?"

"Probably was a little rocky." Matthew said grimacing.

"I wonder why they left." He said thoughtfully.

The other didn't answer. He frowned and looked at the old homes.

Aranck stood in the open, his people by his side. He could already see the small group of men heading towards him from the distance. He stood tall and held his lance right next to him in case he had to fight with these new people.

There must have been 10 men in all. As they got closer, he could see the one leading the group. He was pale with light blonde hair and his face expressionless. Aranck could immediately sense the man's aura. He was another Nation. Just from a different land. How odd, he didn't even know there was more land than the one he already knew. It made him wonder how big the world really was.

The group kept walking until they were 10 feet away from each other. Aranck spoke up in the Nation's tongue, for if this man was a nation then he would know what he was saying. And it would make this ordeal much easier.

"Who are you and what do you want?" He called out in a loud and unwavering voice.

"I am Norway," The other man called back in the same language. "I am not here to fight with you." Aranck only stared at the man. He sighed put his...spear (?) on the ground. "See?" He said. "I don't mean any harm."

Aranck slowly approached the weapon and snatched it so the new Nation wouldn't grab it to attack with. "What do you want?"

"We don't want to cause trouble. My people and I are only here to settle new land."

"This land is already taken." He said coldly. "I suggest finding new land."

Norway wouldn't give up so easily thought. "Maybe we can arrange an agreement between us." He suggested.

"There is no arrangement to make."

"I did not see your people on the land we are on. We could-"

Aranck slammed his lance on the ground and immediately, thunder rumbled around them. "I said no!" He growled. "I do not trust you or your 'arrangements' that you promise."

Norway was ready to grab the scabbard by his side when a new childish voice spoke up in a language he did not know. But Aranck turned quickly. Hania was standing right behind his older brother. "Aranck, stop it!"

Aranck grabbed Hania's arm and pulled him to the side. "I told you to stay at the camp, Hania." He said.

Hania, who still was looking nervous as usual, crossed his arms and attempted to make himself look as tall as Aranck. "You should let them stay here, shila. They don't seem bad." He said, his voice a little bit louder than usual.

"You don't know that."

"They could be looking for a home."

"They could already have a home."

"Maybe they're looking for a new home because their old one got taken away." He reasoned. "It happens all the time with our people. They lose their home and they move and you always help them."

Aranck's jaw tightened. "This is not your decision to make. They aren't to be trusted."

Aranck felt a stab of guilt when Hania looked hurt, but he stood on his decision. Then his little brother said, "This is my decision. It's my land too."

He stared at the younger brother. He had a point, but still...he was just a child. He didn't know that some just weren't to be trusted. Aranck looked at Norway, whose hand was resting on the hilt of his scabbard and was looking calmly at them. He did not know if that man would do good or bad. Just as he was going to make his decision final, Aranck felt small hands on his cheeks. He looked at Hania, who had a new determined look in his face that it startled the elder Nation.

"Please," He whispered. "I know you don't trust others. Mexica says that a lot. But trust me."

...he closed his eyes and sighed. 'I am going to regret this.' He thought as he stood up again and turned to Norway. "Now, these terms."

Information and Translations:

Information:

Lances: The Lance is a primitive instrument of war and hunting consisting of a long handle, or shaft measuring from 9 to 14 feet in length, with a sharp spearhead or projectile point. Native American Indians would use to the Lance on horseback or for ceremonial purposes. The points of the lance were originally made of a hard stone, such as flint, but were replaced by metal points. The points, or blades, of the lance were made similar to spears, only larger in size and somewhat different in shape. The spear was the weapon that eventually developed into the lance.

1960: This is the time when the Norse settlement itself was discovered.

Hobbit Holes: The Hobbit was published around 1930ish, and when I looked up pictures of Vinland that was my first thought. Go ahead, shoot me.

Edited on 1/26/16