It was warm night in August. The stars were out and the day's heat died down for the night, allowing cool air to slip in for the time of being before the blistering heat returned for another round. Not much was happening during the receding evening as a small blonde moved and maneuvered around the crowd trying to get to a certain hotel in States after a long meeting between nations.
Finland was heading to meet another nation named Sweden and Finland couldn't help but feel a little nervous, after all, he hadn't seen Sweden since the beginning of the war, sure he saw him during the meeting but he left almost instantly America said it was time to go along with Denmark before the Fin could say anything to the tall Swede.
When World War II had struck Europe, Finland had to admit that he didn't make the smartest of choices getting involved whereas he heard that Sweden tried to stay out of it as much as a nation could, resulting in a fight between the two men that ended with Finland returning to his lands in a huff. He assumed he originally got involved was because Russia was involved and the blonde had to admit he still wasn't on good terms with the Russian man since 1917, since he picked two fights with him during the course of WWII. But he got better right? After all, he switched sides before the end of the war and willingly (and almost killing himself in the process) helped Russia, only to discover that Russia's and the Allies' treaty allowed them to come back and bite him in the butt.
But that was all over now, set 8 years into the past and thankfully Russia wasn't a total dick as Finland thought he would be as he allowed Finland to preserve his independence, but that didn't stop the Finnish man from refusing Marshall aid. Mostly because another nation, America gave him secret development aid and Russia... Well, Russia couldn't do anything at the time since he and America were allies and they both agreed to preserve Finland's freedom for the greater good.
Finland wasn't the tallest or the strongest, since he stood at 5' 7" and he's often had his handed to him on different multiple occasions but that didn't stop him from trying his very hardest. He had soft wheat colored hair with a white beret that was perched delicately on his head, he had sweet caramel brown eyes and a fair complexion with a cute face. He wore his light blue military uniform with knee-high brown boots and cross neck charm. On his back was a backpack.
He looked up to the sky to see a strange comet coming to Earth aiming for a wooded area on the outskirts of the city. He blinked what an odd-looking comet it was. Finland had been around the Earth for a long time and he's seen his fair share of comets landing on various conteints, lands and oceans but never like this. It had an odd purple-white glow to it and looked bigger then should. That can't be good, surely. Should America be alerted?
Many of America's people looked to the sky as well, some 'ah'-ing at it and many others trembling at the close proximity it had on their town. Their homes.
"Is that a fireball?"
"No way... It's- It's a comet!"
"Goodness! It's a big one!"
Finland looked around at the fear and concern the American people had. He couldn't blame them, comets and asteroids were just one of those natural disasters that couldn't be helped or stopped since they were so unpredictable. Of course, a town like this was there was going to be scared since it looked like it was aiming right at them. They had no way to save themselves from this impending doom.
Everyone sighed in relief as it landed with a tiny explosion and tremor just on the outskirts of Silver Spring, whereas Finland blinked in neither relief or shock. Something was off, but he couldn't explain what it was. The civilians began chattering among themselves.
"Oh boy, that had me scared stiff."
"We must be pretty damn lucky to avoid something like that."
"I wonder where it landed..."
"Miles away if its impact didn't effect us..."
"Let's go find it and see what damage its caused."
"Yeah, let's go."
"It probably landed somewhere halfway to Potomac."
"Naw. It looked closer then that, I'm gonna take a look see."
"Be careful."
Finland shrugged and continued on with his journey. This had nothing to do with him as this was after all, in America's house. If it was important, which it might be later on, he was pretty sure America's boss would have called America in and then send him out to go take a look. He made his way though the crowd as they began to move toward the meteor's location until he reached a wooden cabin just outside of town to where city turned into wood. He smiled.
Sweden really hadn't changed much.
He moved in a little closer, mind a buzz of how to approach the Swede when he stopped short upon discovering that the house was not lit, swallowed completely by darkness. He approached the front door carefully and cautiously until he came across a note that was nailed to the front door. Written in a hand that Finland recognized as Sweden's;
Borta fiske med Danmark och Norge.
Kommer att vara tillbaka i morgon.
- Sverige
Finland sighed. Perfect. Of course, he was going to be out all day and he wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning and with Denmark of all people. Finland felt a little sadden, he really was hoping to see the intimidating nation again and maybe finally tell him something that had been pestering him since 1523. Guess it was going to have to wait a little awhile longer. Lame.
Finland turned on his heel and made his way back to Silver Spring to the nearest hotel to stay in for the night. Hopefully, Sweden would be there by early morning. He really wanted to get this thing off of his chest.
Sweden, meanwhile, was back at camp with Denmark and Norway on the grounds not far from Silver Spring. Sitting around the campfire and making meals out of their catch, while they discussed how their war clean-up was going. Sweden looked to the sky and sighed deeply, lost in thought as Denmark began complaining.
"This kinda sucks." Denmark said as he speared another fish onto a stick. "I barely was involved with the war and yet I have to help Germany clean up his god damned mess."
Denmark was about as tall as Sweden, who stood at almost 6 feet, with short wild blond hair that had a small black hat perched on it to one side. He had dark eyebrows with droopy bright blue eyes with a warm yet fair complexion. He wore a long black coat with red cuffs, a red shirt and black tie, red pants, and brown boots.
"What are you talking about?" another blonde, Norway asked. "Weren't you the one who sighed a 10-year non-aggression pact with Germany?"
"Well yeah!" Denmark relpied, "Only to have the ass bite me in the butt later and invade me like a year later!"
"Who's fault was it for surrendering after 2 hours into the invasion?"
"Not mine!" Denmark defended. "That was my boss's fault. I would've shown him if my boss didn't frickin' interfere. The dick."
Norway rolled his eyes. Norway was a bit shorter then both Denmark and Sweden, he had short, light blond hair and dull blue eyes with a pale complexion. He wore a belted, navy blue sailor top with a lighter blue collar, tie, and cuffs, with matching pants and sailor hat. He sports a Nordic Cross barrette in the left side of his hair, and sported a detached hair curl representing the Fjords that floats independently beside his head.
"Whatever."
"It's true." Denmark claimed, placing his speared fish near the fire to cook, "At least I was able to pull recon and spy missions and save some of my officers and people. And all thanks to Sve here."
He patted the person in question on the back, earning him a small grunt and a smile. Sweden was probably the tallest nation in the world alongside Russia, with short, light blond hair and greenish-blue eyes that were hidden behind a pair of glasses and a somewhat pale to fair complexion. He wore a long blue naval overcoat with a matching hat, a black shirt and tie, black pants, gloves, boots, and a Nordic Cross necklace under his shirt.
"I forgot to mention it to ya' after the end of the war, Sve." Denmark smiled, "Men tak for at hjælpe ud tilbage der Sverige."
"Du är välkommen." Sweden bowed his head slightly.
"Cool." Denmark clapped his hands together. "I feel a whole lot better now that I got that off my chest."
Sweden adjusted his glasses before giving giving the Dane a rare smile. Norway just rolled his eyes, they all paused at the sound of a approaching car that was coming closer to their destination. They all blinked. Who would come all the way out here in the dead of night?
"Were any of you guys expecting company?" Denmark asked, looking to the direction of the sound. "Cause I know I ain't."
"No."
Sweden shook his head. They all watched the car come to a stop right next to Sweden's car as the engine was cut off. The door opened as they continued to watch, they quickly rose and got to fighting stances, ready to defend themselves if needed when a familiar voice rang out in the stillness as the car door swung open. War had made them all jumpy.
"Chill out guys. It's just me." Came a voice. They relaxed slightly.
It was another fellow nation and Norway's brother; Iceland. Iceland had silver-white hair, styled somewhat tousled with violet eyes and a pale complexion. He wore a deep brown military jacket, a white dress shirt with a ribbon tie underneath, deep brown straight-legged pants, and white half-laced boots. He also sported a pair of white gloves.
"Hej Icey!" Denmark called, "You almost gave us a heart attack."
"Hmm." Was his only reply as he shut the car door and walked over to them. "I have a message for you guys."
They all blinked again. A message for them? What for and about what?
"America's boss's looking for all of us." He came to stop at the campfire. "When he couldn't get a hold of you three, he got a hold of me and sent me to find you. I know that's what all you guys are asking."
"Why?" Sweden asked.
"Looks like your fishing trip was good." Iceland replied, ignoring the question.
"What some?" Denmark asked holding up a small plate filled with fish. "We've got plenty."
"Thank you." Iceland took a fish and speared it near the fire in a similar fashion as Denmark did, before he took his seat between Sweden and Norway. He turned to face each of them individually. "It's about that meteor that landed not to long ago. They say its size could rival that of a baby whale. About 10 - 12 miles outside of Silver Spring toward the ocean. In a ravine, they said.."
Oh that. Sweden was well aware of that, after all he watched it come down.
"Are you sure it was a meteor?" Norway asked, chewing on a fish biscuit, "It sure as hell didn't act or come down like one."
"Dunno." Iceland shrugged. "They say it came down in 'spurts'. But that's going to be Greece's job to figure it out, according to America. Lazy bastard. All I was told was that it was about as big as a small house and glowing red hot with heat."
"Sounds seriously boring." Denmark sighed. "But if we must... Hey Sve, do mind if Norge and I take your car in the morning and you can go back to town with Icey tonight?"
"Not a problem."
"Then we oughta head out now." Iceland replied, "Once my fish is cooked of course, we'll leave."
"And we'll follow behind you." Norway replied. "We'll meet up at the landing site. Do they want us there immediately?"
"No." Iceland shook his head. "We must return to a hotel America set up for us in town. We are to meet the others at the meteor site in the morning."
"All right then." Denmark smiled. "I wanna see what this is all about."
"Idiot."
"Hey." Denmark blinked, missing Norway's insult. "Has anyone heard from Finny as of late?"
Sweden paused, feeling something bump in his chest.
"No." Norway muttered. "Heard a rumor that he's staying behind in his homeland to clean up his mess his involvement in WW2 made."
"No... He's in town." Iceland said, plucking his fish off the stick. "I saw him not too long ago on my way down here on the side the road. He looked crestfallen about something when I pulled over and talked to him."
"Did he say what?"
"He was disappointed when he found out Sweden wasn't home." Iceland replied as he gutted and de-boned his fish, placing the meat in a biscuit. "He hopes to see you tomorrow, Sve. I told him you were going to everyone at the meteor sight."
Sweden blinked, looking at Iceland who merely stared steadily back at him. After awhile, Sweden nodded before he and Iceland walked over and then climbed into his car, heading back to Silver Spring. Sweden smiled.
He and Finland had so much catching up to do. He just hoped that the little Fin still wasn't mad over the fact that he was neutral throughout the entire war. He really did missed his little wife.
YAY! NORDICS! Those sexah bastards.