Chapter 2

~Year 1397

I am currently bored. Not that Stockholm is boring me, it's just that I have to much on my mind to actually listen to her. Stockholm is always looking for fun, although her kind of fun is watching people slip or getting shit on them - in Stockholm people literally threw shit out of their windows, whilst screaming "Se upp!"*. People walked around with wooden heels under their shoes, so that they wouldn't step on something they didn't want to step on.

"Sverige, are you listening?" For the second time that day, I was forced to snap back to reality. I look at Stockholm, and sees that she is looking at me in quite a sceptic way.

"Sorry, you talk too much." Is the only thing I says. I know that no matter what I say to her, she won't get upset or angry.

"Well, at least I talk!" I becomes quiet, and I can feel myself flinch a bit from the sudden insult. I forgot that she is very blunt with words. Stockholm seems to realize that she said something mean by then.

"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound like that! You know how I am. I really didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or something like that!"

"It's okej, I know you didn't mean it."

If something only would happen. It didn't have to be a war, nor did I want to get a new boss. Something small, like some change in the weather or someone new to talk to. Mathias is too loud, Lukas is too gloomy and quiet, whilst Stockholm is only curios about what me and the rest are doing.

I wanted someone who would talk, and talk, and talk. Someone who isn't scared of me, someone who I can listen to for hours.

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Days passed and finally, at the end of the year, I find myself sitting next to Lukas, Mathias and Stockholm. As usual, they talk about what's happened this year, and about their bosses wishes. Lukas only talks about that country named Iceland - I honestly don't know much about Iceland - and Mathias just keeps drinking. Sooner or later he's going to pass out. Probably sooner.

I prefer calling the others by their human name, or by nicknames. It was easier that way, and didn't lead to some sort of misunderstanding. Stockholm was an exception. Her name was... well, it was a name that didn't really fit her. I had earlier found out that it was Latin for bright, which, depending on how you see it, both fit her and didn't fit her. She was a real genius, but she wasn't very friendly towards people. Stockholm could also be very negative.

"By the way, Ber! What do you think about the union?" I was forced back to reality for the umpteenth time this year, this time by Mathias. 'I really should stop daydreaming!', I thought.

"Well..."

"Bro, you're loud. Don't you see that he's bothered?" Lukas could be a real lifesaver sometimes. I had been really close to tell the truth.

"Eh, but he doesn't look that way! And how come you see that he's bothered? He barely made an expression at all!" Mathias says wearing his usual smile. 'As persistent as ever'.

"Danmark, du är högljudd!* By the way, have you ever seen Sverige making some sort of facial expression?" Stockholm asks, making it the first thing she has said for the entire day.

"Sorry, sorry."

I find myself drifting off in my own thoughts, not caring if they talk to me or not. I could actually care less. Nowadays, I'm getting more and more quiet.

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Wow, two chapters in one day! Well, I don't have anything to say, except that I don't own Hetalia or any of it's characters.

Oh, and maybe the fact that I've changed the chapters a bit. Hope you like how it looks!

Se upp! = Watch out, Look up

Danmark, du är högljudd! = Denmark, you're noisy!

Thanks for reading!