After their 'Quiet Training' in the forest, Sko brought them all back to the village (Heimi), then took the two men to the other village, Caladoit.
While Heimi was deep in the woods and was primarily hunters and woodworkers, Caladoit was set next to the shore, along a main beach. This was perfect, since Caladoit's main working industry was fishing and tradesmen.
Also, as Romano dimly noted, the forest-based village was blonde (Viking-founded) and the sea-based one was red-head (founded by Irish pirates).
Walking along the trail to Caladoit, Feliciano chattered away, forgetting the last lesson in silence. Sko politely pretended to listen, not understanding even a little bit of his nonsense, due to not knowing enough english, and also because- well, who does understand North Italy when he's rambling?
Upon arrival, the scene was similar; the twins got weird looks for their 'weird' dark hair, and curious children making grabby motions. Alvi ushered her 'guests' to a more private area along the beach, partially hidden by sand dunes and large boulders.
That was where the Caladoit men trained.
For the most part, all Skogurians trained together, but the two villages sometimes trained separately, their rivalry running back centuries.
Alvi gave the Vargas' sparring helmets and wooden staves, then showed them advanced battle moves.
"Defend," she held her staff with her hands shoulder-length apart, tilting the weapon diagonally.
'He' snapped 'his' pole against Lovino's quickly, the clash's noise echoing against the boulders.
"Smak."
Stepping back, she showed them one more position. "Fall!" She slid her hands close together, almost at the end of her staff, then did two full spins, the first with her weapon held up like a flagpole, then the second she dropped down and swept both the brunettes feet from under them.
Standing up, she let go partially, extending her right hand to help Feliciano up, then his cursing brother.
"Idiota wild basterd...stupid training..." he refused the hand, standing up by himself, brushing the dirt off the best he could, which was pointless since he was dirty all over already.
"Ve~ let-a me try!" Feli did one twirl, but the staff slid out of his hand, sticking into the sand. A wave washed up, wetting the tip.
Sko rescued the weapon, and demonstrated again, this time the men jumping back out of range.
Lovino tried too, scowling. He held onto the staff, but his effort set off his balance, making him wobble and slow down the spin.
"No. Fast, Roma."
"I know! I know!"
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Germany and Spain were flying a plane straight for Skogurland, Ludwig piloting while Toni tried the phone one last time.
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Off in the Skogurian woods, a certain pile of wolf cub feces vibrated, singing about pasta~
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"Damn, no answer. You sure mi Lovi is there?"
"Und Feli. Ame- Canada said that he thought zhe boy took zhem."
"MALDITO!" Spain smacked his hand against the plane's dash, leaving a dent in the dark plastic. "That was why he wasn't at the meeting!"
"Hmmf." Germany glared ahead, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white.
Toni consulted the map again. "Left!"
Meanwhile, some distance behind them, another, smaller craft flew, following the two enraged nations.
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Feliciano shook, scared. Skogurland had decided that the personifications of Italy were ready for the next level of training;
Combat against other adult men.
Feli's hand instinctually went to his side, where his pocket with a tiny white flag usually was, but he came up empty. The training kilt he had on had no pockets, leaving him with only one choice.
"Idiota! Just fight already!" Romano called from the side.
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( 'Heimi', is based off the Old Norse word 'Heimili', meaning home.
'Caladoit', is based off the Irish words for 'fire' (dóiteáin) and 'port' (calafoirt).
I chose that last one because of some Skogurian history, where the ship docked at Caladoit was burned down, dealing great damage to the pirates there.
ff- :) I got the chance to write again! It feels so good to let all these ideas out to dance and roam free!)
Roma- (glaaaaaaaaaaaaaare) why are we fighting giant wild basterds though?!
ff- ^_^' ...(runs)
Roma- (chases angrily) Oi! Writer Basterd!
Feli- Ve~ author-san does not own Hetalia, nor any of its characters. Those rights belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Sko- Sh' owns me though. Since sh' made me.))