A/N: I'm back~

Here we have Iceland's POV, even if it doesn't add much to the plot, but I've sort of been on a Nordic fanfic binge lately, so I wanted to put him in.

I have not gained ownership of Hetalia since the last time I wrote.

Emil was actually pretty scared at the moment.

It wasn't that he was scared of his memories, he could deal with that, but what about actually being a country? Up until a couple days ago he hadn't even thought that there could be personified countries, and now he was one.

At least Lukas, Matthias, Tino, and Berwald were also countries. It would suck if he had been the only one of the Nordics to actually be a Nordic. It was funny that Matthias had been able to put them into the same group, and had refered to them with country based nicknames. He had literally been calling Emil 'Ice' and 'Icey' all year long, and it was super annoying.

Unfortunately, Emil was the only one of them who had gone to classes that day. And he did not want to deal with this on his own, he was still just a kid.

It turned out that it actually wasn't as bad as he had expected, since he had no classes with any of the others, because they were all older than him, but he was lonely at lunch and breakfast since he had never really tried to make more friends, mostly from his mild social anxiety and general shyness. At lunch a Chinese boy had come and sat next to him, which was seriously confusing. The fact he had never spoken to this guy and now he had had a meal with him.

He had walked up to his table in the corner and just sat down. "Hi Emil. You're Iceland, right?"

"Ummm yes? I'm sorry, but who are you again?" Emil had admittedly been surprised by the other being so blunt and so open.

The boy had just tilted his head, his expression remaining neutral. "I'm Kaoru, the personification of Hong Kong. So, what's new?"

Emil had still been feeling very uncomfortable, and his breathing picked up slightly, "you mean besides being a country? Not much."

"That's not new," Kaoru had said, sipping his soda, his face remaining neutral. "We've been countries for hundreds of years, some of the others thousands. Well, you have been a country. I'm a colony turned city, but who's being specific."

Emil had fingered the sleeve of his gray sweater, and asked, "We have classes together, right? I've never talked to you but..." I'm too shy so I never talk to anyone except for my brother and the other Nordics. Kaoru just nodded, understanding the silent end to Emil's shy sentence, and after that the conversation had gone more smoothly.

Now, during dinner, Emil decided that he would go check on Lukas and Matthias. Kaoru had been the only person he had spoken to all day, but that had been okay, since apparently their one conversation made Kaoru confident that they could talk all the time. Except now Emil was eating alone again, because Kaoru was forced by his older brother, Yao, to eat dinner with him every night. Emil threw away his food and picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, and held Mr Puffin (he knew it was stupid to have a stuffed animal, but he just couldn't let it go) in his arms. He started walking to the door, hoping no one would stop to talk to him. He missed his brother and really needed comfort.

"Hola, Emil, can we talked to you a minute?" Dang it. Emil spun around to see Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and Lovino Vargas walking towards him. Why couldn't he just disappear? They were both taller than him, so he had to tilt his head up slightly to look at them. It had been a horrible idea to skip sixth grade and go straight to junior high. Everyone was older, and so much more intimidating.

"Yeah, sure, why not." His voice was shaky. Stupid anxiety.

Lovino glared at him and moved closer to Antonio before saying, "So, we know you and the other Nordics are actually THE Nordics, so we just need to ask if you could tell us if you remember anything about how the hell we ended up going from adult countries to kids. Let's go, tomato bastard." Emil didn't want to mention he had only been sixteen or seventeen, so he wasn't actually an adult. Oh, God. He was probably going to stop aging as soon as he got to that age again.

Antonio put an arm around Lovino, who was trying to turn away, and said, "Gracias! See you later." Then they both walked away, and Emil quickly ran to Lukas and Matthias' room so no one else could talk to him, he really couldn't deal with any more social contact today.

Finally, he got to the room and pushed it open to see Lukas sitting next to Matthias, who was crying in his bed, even though he looked asleep. This was a shock to Emil. He had never seen Matthias stop smiling before. But then he ran into the room as soon as Lukas looked up and jumped on the ninth grader, hugging him and crying. He felt Lukas carefully pet his platinum blond hair, until finally Emil stood up and said, wiping his eyes, "I'm s-s-sorry I was j-j-just so stressed and scared, but I'll be okay." He awkwardly moved back and asked in a steadier voice, "is Matthias okay?"

Lukas nodded, his normally expressionless eyes softer than usual. "Yes, he should be fine. I'm sorry I didn't come to classes, but I had to help Matthias. It's the same way with Tino, who called me earlier. We should be fine to go to school tomorrow, and if this idiot complains I'll kick his ass. You can sit around in here until you feel better."

Emil nodded and curled up on Lukas' bed, feeling much better then he had been. Hey, and maybe he had even made a new friend, or whatever he could call Kaoru. That would be nice. After a few minutes, he was comfortable enough to go back to his room, and said goodbye to his brother before leaving to go to his own empty room.

Lovino wasn't sure if he would ever figure out how he was a country at this point. It had been three weeks since his memories had returned like magic and nothing had happened. Literally nothing. The most exciting thing had been a new class project in History where they were all researching Ancient Egyptian shit, that Lovino frankly didn't care about. That was Gupta's (personification of Egypt) thing.

Every grade was doing it, so it was a constant topic of discussion with Alfred and Matthew, because Alfred was super excited, though he didn't know much about it at first.

This was how the conversation went:

"I have to learn about Queen Nefritiffy!" Alfred had said.

Matthew had shook his head and smiled slightly, "Nefertiti."

"I've heard it both ways."

"No, you haven't," Matthew had smiled wider and said quietly, "I thought you were good at archaeology. Looks like you need to brush up on some of it."

Maybe Matthew was actually kind of funny and sarcastic sometimes. This was interesting, as Lovino had previously written him off as a way too sweet person.

Anyways, Lovino was bored as hell, and needed something to happen. He made the mistake of telling Antonio this.

He honestly thought that Antonio probably didn't like him at this point. He had become a bit nervous and clingy ever since Antonio had comforted him. And his feelings for Antonio had doubled, which sucked and he struggled to cover up. He was just so... perfect.

And wasn't fate a bitch, since they still stayed in the same room, and Antonio probably was just keeping up the appearance of actually caring about him. He probably liked this new girl he talked to, Bella, who was the personification of Belgium. After all, it was stupid to just assume Antonio liked guys. It scared Lovino so badly; he had been given up and abandoned so many times, and he had just been starting to think that Antonio wouldn't, but then he was a country and-

Anyways, at one point he told Antonio that he was bored and Antonio, being the overly nice person he was, said he would do something about it. And so, that night, Antonio woke Lovino with a shake, and Lovino jumped out of bed in a panic.

"What the fuck was that for?!" He cried, whipping his head to face Antonio.

Antonio grinned and said, "since you said you were so bored, I have come up with an easy solution! A scavenger hunt!"

Lovino glared, his brain still hazy with sleepiness. "Couldn't this wait until morning?"

Antonio's smile fell slightly. "But Lovi~ I just finished working on it and I was so excited and I had to show you!"

Lovino glanced at the clock and saw that it was three in the morning. He had stayed up that late for him? He blushed and said, "you shouldn't have done that."

"But why?" Antonio's face fell even further and it looked very different without his trademark smile that always made Lovino's stomach flutter, and Lovino felt emotions flicker across his own face as he realized that it was his fault Antonio was sad.

Lovino regained his usual composure and said, "Because you need to get sleep, idiota. You become even more of a useless bastard when you are tired."

Antonio smiled and swept the smaller boy up in his arms and laughed, "Ahhh," he cooed, "my Lovi cares about my feelings!"

Lovino spluttered uncomfortably at the sudden contact with the Spaniard. He blushed when his first thought was 'wow this guy is much more fit than I realized' and argued to cover up his confusion, "I don't care about your feelings! Sh-shut up! Just tell me about the goddamn scavenger hunt so we can go back to sleep!"

Antonio set Lovino down and led him to the desk, and presented him a red rose with a piece of paper tied to the stem and told him, "This is your first clue. You find where this is and you find the next clue. The first couple should be pretty easy, but they get steadily harder. Also, tell me after you find each one so I can prepare. You have until Christmas break. Okay?"

Lovino nodded, "This will probably be easy. Thank you." Did he just say that? He was way to tired to focus on anything.

He really didn't remember what happened next, but he thought he might have said something to Antonio before stumbling to his bed and collapsing, clutching the rose in his hand, the note brushing his fingers and falling asleep almost immediately, Antonio having successfully distracted him from his problems with being a country.

A/N: Emil skipped a grade because, admittedly, if I put him at the right grade for his age (in this he has just barely turned twelve) then he would not be in junior high, and I cannot split up the Nordics. Also, for Hong Kong and Belgium's names I just went with the possible names that I liked the most.

I also know that half the main characters weren't mentioned, but they probably will next chapter.

THERE IS A REFERENCE IN HERE FROM A SHOW. If someone guesses what show and which lines, I will give them a metaphorical cookie and let them choose a sentence that I will have to put in the next chapter no matter how crazy it is and a character that they want to show up (it will not be a point of view, but the character will have speaking lines).

Finally, please review, and tell me any suggestions you have for the plot. Thanks!