The rays of morning light had burst through the thick curtains of the hotel room. Finland moaned and turned his head to one side. He slowly opened his eyes to the bright light, blinking a few times to get the sleep out of the violet orbs while his brain caught up with the rest of his waking being.
He smiled brightly as a single thought entered mind.
Sweden.
He was going to see Sweden today.
He jumped out of bed, throwing the blankets off him and onto the floor. He ran into the bathroom, stripping down and running up a hot shower. He was going to meet up with Sweden at a meteor site that landed in America's house. Funny place to meet up with someone who one haven't seen for 8 years, but Finland wasn't going to complain.
Finland jumped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and quickly drying off, dressing quickly and dashing out of the suite, scaring some poor maid along the way. He dashed out to the front of the hotel and quickly looked left to right. Where was the meeting site again?
That's right!
He broke into a sprint and ran into the direction of the hills where the meteor had landed. He couldn't stop the smile on his face. He couldn't wait to see Sweden.
"Wow... It's pretty damn huge." Denmark whistled.
"Huge?" said another fellow nation, Japan, as he looked to the Danish nation in confusion. "It must be more massive then any other meteor in written history, Denmark-San."
Japan was a short, slim man with black hair with flatly-colored dark brown eyes. He wore a white naval uniform with black and gold accents. At his side, a sword was clipped to his hip.
"Ignore him, Japan." Norway replied, crossing his arms. "He wouldn't understand. He hardly even knows his own history."
"I see." Japan bowed slightly.
"That's not even half of it." The nation, America, responded sighing. "It started a blaze the second it touched down. But luckly, we were able to get under control before went down the hill."
America had short blond hair with an ahoge sticking up and sky blue eyes. He wore a tan uniform and a brown bomber jacket with a '50' on the back. He wore glasses that glittered in the morning sun.
"It must have hit all the way up there and then skidded along inside the gully." Spain, another fellow nation remarked, as he and Sweden studying the large road of churned and burned dirt. He looked to the covered meteor. "After it stopped, all that loose earth it churned up must shook down right on top of it."
Spain had somewhat curly brown hair in a uncouth hairstyle looked very stylish to many, but he didn't seem to pay much attention to it, dark green eyes, lightly tanned skin, and wore a khaki-colored uniform with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was said to be a nation always to have a smile on his face, even without reason.
"That must mean most of it is buried then." America mused, rubbing the back of his head. "Twelve feet thick easy. Crap."
"It's weird though." Sweden said, tilting his head to the side. "Meteor's normally run heavy."
"Who cares?" Denmark asked, laughing. "Looks like you got yourself a nice roadside attraction, America."
"You think so?" America blinked.
"Sure."
"Idiot." Norway scoffed as Iceland massaged his temples. As he rolled his eyes, they landed on something else. "What on earth does he think he's doing?"
The man in question, was the tallest out of the group present, as all as Sweden. He wore a long, heavy tan coat, green pants, brown gloves, and a long tan or pink scarf. He was carrying a large shovel, walking toward the pit where the meteor rested. He was pale with a round, childish face and prominent but distinctive nose. His hair was a pale ashen blond, and his eyes are violet and gentle smile graced his face.
"Hey Russia." America called to him. "What are you planning there?"
"Privet America." Russia beamed, waving to him. "Nothing, my comrade, da."
"Then- What's with the shovel?" Demark asked, pointing to the shovel. "Digging for gold?"
"Funny one you are, Daniya." Russia chuckled. "If it were so, then wouldn't America be the one digging up his own backyard, da?"
"I want a closer look." Iceland said, as he walked toward the pit.
Everyone one laughed at Russia's joke as the large nation continued his trek to the meteor pit behind Iceland. Sweden walked to the left side of Iceland's car and began looking for something just as Finland ran past him on the right side and skidded to halt next to Norway, Denmark and America. Neither aware that the other was there.
"Hej Finny!" Denmark said, smiling. "Wondering when you'd show."
"Hei- Hei Ta-San." Finland gasped, taking many gulps of air. "That's it over there?"
"Yep." Denmark smirked. "Impressive right?"
"Feels pretty hot." Russia's choked voice floated in the air. "I do not know how you people of southern nations could stand such heat."
"Magic."
"What's with the shovel, Mr. Russia?" Finland asked as he walked over and peered into the pit. "You can't possible mean to dig that thing out do you?"
"Privet Finland." Russia called, waving to him. "Don't worry about me, da. Be more worried about yourself, okay?"
"Okay."
Sweden blinked and stopped what he doing. Did he just hear-
He looked over to the pit, his blue eyes wide as he slowly walked around his car and slowly up behind the Finnish nation. He broke into a rare smile. It was him. His eyes glanced up briefly to see Russia carefully approach the sweltering rock with shovel, jabbing timedly at it once.
"What I don't get is why a meteor that size didn't make a bigger crater." Finland said, studying the rock in question.
"Oh that." Denmark piped up. "They say it sideways and skidded in. That's what they think, we don't really know."
"Greece looked at it himself and he too, found that hard to believe." Norway replied. "England and Germany looked at it and they too are at a loss."
"Hmm." Finland hummed, completely unaware of Sweden standing behind him.
"Glad you could make in Finny." Denmark smiling, clapping a hand to Finland's shoulder.
"Yeah, me too." Finland smiled, lifting Denmark's hand off his shoulder. "You guys wouldn't to have seen Mr. Sweden around, have you?"
Denmark smiled, his eyes traveling to the towering nation behind the oblivious Fin, an action missed by the Finnish nation before they looked back into large purple eyes.
"Ja... As a matter of fact..."
"I'm right here." Sweden finished for the Danish nation, wrapping his arms around the startled Finland, earning his a squeak.
"Su-San!" Finland cried, looking behind him, a wide smile on his face. "I didn't see you!"
"Hmm." Sweden responded, smiling.
"H-How are you?" Finland asked. "Wow, you've changed since we last met."
"Indeed." Sweden nodded. "I've been doing well, and you?"
"Pretty good." Finland smiled before he blushed and turned his head a little. "Mr. Sweden... I want to talk to-"
CLANG!
The tender moment was ruined by the sound of a shovel being swung at the meteor by Russia causing the large Russian nation to stumble back, coughing and eventually climb out of the large pit wiping his brow. He looked to the meteor before looking back to America.
"Boy, America if you could, you would probably be able to cook meat on that thing."
"You okay, though?" America asked.
"Overheated, but fine." Russia smiled. "How do you stand such heat?"
America shrugged.
"Guess we're going to have to wait for it to cool down then." Another nation, England replied. "Before we make another attempt at it."
With messy, short blond hair and lime-green eyes, England was a rather slender nation. He wore a green dress military uniform, which consists of a green jacket, a brown Sam Browne belt, green pants tucked into his boots, off-white shirt, a tie that's a shade of green that's slightly darker than the rest of his uniform, and brown boots that almost come up to his knees. The same one he wore during World War 2. His eyebrows were the most interesting as they were very prominent and bushy.
"So what do we do now?" Iceland asked, folding his arms. "What do you Americans do on a Saturday night?"
"Nothing really." America replied. "But there is this social event down the hill. If you want to come. Everyone's invited..."
"Sounds like fun." Finland repiled, he turned to Sweden. "We'll talk about at the gathering... Okay?"
"Sure." Sweden smiled.
Finally! Chapter 3. Goodness... Am I tired.