Right now, I'm locked inside one of the bathroom stalls at the ferry station in Oslo.

Sometimes, I just wonder if Mathias switched brains with a five-year old, that is, if he even has a brain. It was already bad enough to have to go all the way from my comfortable bed back in Denmark to Norway, but seeing as we had to take the ferry, I had to spend seventeen hours listening to him blabbing about random topics. Most of the time, he was flirting with a kind young girl named Katyusha, who sat next to me. Actually, I sat between the both of them, which was very stressing, especially when Mathias tried to talk with Katyusha. And then, her little brother Ivan would glare at him and he would immediately shut up, but after five minutes he would begin to try to flirt with her.

I actually really liked Katyusha, and it wasn't because of her… um… well, I don't know how to say this… well, whatever. The point is, I liked her because she was very nice, and I learned that she took care of her two younger siblings; she even gave me some licorice! Most of the way we chatted about our lives, and even though she might not look it, she was barely three years older than me. To be honest, I really admired her, and we ended up exchanging e-mail addresses to be pen pals.

Once we arrived at Oslo, we said goodbye and I quickly rushed out of the ferry and into the station, hoping I could sneak away from Mathias and buy a ferry ticket back to Denmark, but to no avail, since he was already waiting for me at the station's entrance. And that's when I began to wonder if he'd had had either too much beer or too much sugar. "I just called a taxi, and it'll be here soon, ja?" He told me, simultaneously wrapping an arm around me, and even trough I tried shaking it off, his grip was too firm.

"I must go to the bathroom." I excused myself shortly after, and that was like five minutes ago. Right now, after relieving myself I decided I would write this down, just for the record. Now, I shall leave. I can hear Mathias calling my name.


I swear, there is definitely nothing worse than being trapped in a foreign country. Especially when Mathias was stupid enough to lose all his change, which caused the taxi driver to get mad and leave us somewhere in the highway. We're very far away from Oslo—or any other civilized place, for that matter –meaning we couldn't walk back to any city. I gave Mathias one of this notebook's pages and there he scribbled; 'Give us a ride, please!' Even though around twenty drivers have ignored him by this point. I'm just sitting down on a tree stump as I write this, and Mathias is frantically screaming as he holds that sign. Oh… a driver stopped. I think I should just continue writing later.


I would have preferred to stay in the middle of nowhere. Why? Because when we finally got a ride, there was this talkative guy named Tino telling us his life story, which nobody really asked to hear. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful they decided to give us a ride, but there was also this scary Swede named Berwald who was his husband and just glared at me and Mathias, and we were in the backseat. And then, there was a kid kicking and screaming between the both of us, and tried to make friends with me. I tried my best not to lose my patience right in front of his parents, but honestly, he was freaking me out.

Apparently, Mathias researched a bit about my biological father and now he even had his address—I swear, I will never know where he gets his information from –and according to him, we were almost there after an hour of hearing Peter kicking and screaming.

When we got to the house, we said goodbye to Berwald, Tino and Peter, and Mathias excitedly ran to the front door and pounded on it as if there were a fire, leaving me to carry the entire luggage, which, I must say, was quite heavy. I rolled both suitcases to the front door, Mr. Puffin resting on the top of my head, as I took a deep breath. This was it. I would finally meet him.

However, the door opened to reveal a young man around the same age as Mathias, a little shorter than him, and who kind of… resembled me. He wore a light gray t-shirt, white pajama pants, and had a mug of coffee in his right hand. "What do you want?" He spat in a clear Norwegian accent, before he took a sip of his coffee.

"You see, good man, I am Mathias, his adoptive father, and this is Emil… Your son!" Announced the Dane, pointing dramatically at me, to which I wanted to just face-palm as soon as the words were spoken. The Norwegian only stared blankly at me, seeing nonchalant about the whole thing, and poked my cheek with his free hand. He was definitely weird.

"And what are you here for?" He asked monotonously, only staring at us.

Mathias blinked a few times, not seeming to process the question. "Well, we wanted to meet you!" With that, he invited himself inside, walking past the platinum blond who just kept staring at me.

"Nice to meet you, sir. My name is Emil Steilsson." I introduced myself politely, giving him a nod, which he returned.

"I know your name." He replied emotionlessly. "I am your father after all. Seeing as he already came inside, then why don't you?" With that said, he stepped aside so I could come in, and after a quick glance around, I walked inside, wheeling the suitcases behind me.

Apparently… This wasn't going to be so bad after all.


A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry! I know it took me, like, a thousand years to update, but here I am! I don't plan on leaving this story, however, so don't worry! I hope I can update soon! Oh, and would you guys like to see more of Berwald, Tino and Peter?