A few years passed.
The Allies looked up as the door to the meeting room opened. The Nordic Five, er, Six walked in. They took their seats, laughing and talking with each other.
Greenland saw them and gave them a big, beaming smile, givings a slight wave to them before returning her attention to her big brother Norway entirely. The Allies let small, genuine smiles slip across their faces, looking at each other.
The little Maliina they had found was the Sixth Nordic.
