Just some background on this chapter: Vinland was a land discovered by Vikings around 900ish AD (Norwegian Vikings to be more specific). It was North American, though it's uncertain if it was present day Canadian or American. Anyways, Vinland didn't last long. At the request of Dark Meow Meow Kitten of Doom(whose head cannon is that Canada is actually a long-lost brother of the Nordics), I have written this chapter. I hope this is to your satisfaction, and thank you for the request! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Olympics were being held at Canada's place this year. Denmark couldn't help but notice that the beer here had a distinct maple syrup taste, but that was okay. So long as the stuff got him drunk at the end of the day, he was chill.

However, Canada, the poor, uninformed soul, didn't know the proper serving size for beer. Denmark had rummaged through the kitchens and the attic looking for more beer, but nothing had yielded alcohol. Now as he trotted down the steps into the cellars, a disapproving voice made him jump.

"Mr. Denmark, you shouldn't be going through Mr. Canada's things." Finland reprimanded from the top of the stairs.

"Oh don't be such a spoil-sport," Denmark jovially returned as he continued to the bottom, "Besides, I bet Canada's good stash is down here."

Finland looked around uncertainly and carefully descended from the stairs, not out of want of Canada's good beer, but to keep an eye on Denmark if the man found it.

Unlike America's cellars, Canada didn't have a single cobweb or dust bunny in sight. All his items were neatly stacked in shelves along the walls, and all were well-looked after…even the items that had clearly been from his early days as a country.

"Ah! Here we go!" Denmark brightly exclaimed when he saw glass bottles stacked along the wall.

"Mr. Denmark…" Finland trailed off in a useless, worried warning.

"Brighten up! Come on, let's share a drink and—wait a second, this is all maple syrup!"

Finland edged closer, and he couldn't help the smile that broke out, "Now that I think about it, I can't believe you thought you were going to find something down here."

"That's because I found it first and hid it." Finland jumped a mile in the air while Denmark narrowed his eyes at the shadow against the wall that leaned forward in the light, "I knew Denmark would be down here, and Canada's hospitality shouldn't be abused."

"You never were any fun, were you, Sweden?"

Sweden gave Denmark a level look (which really looked like a high-powered glare), and crossed his arms, "You won't be touching Mr. Canada's beer."

"NORWAYYYYY!"

A loud, echoed shout split the air before Denmark could contemplate lunging for the beer. Iceland fell out from the laundry chute and into large bin of dirty sheets. He had barely pushed himself upright when Norway fell from the chute and crashed down on top of him.

"GET OFF! GET OFF!" Iceland pummeled his brother with what were meant to be hard punches, but Norway brushed them off like he was being pelted with flies.

"Relax, little brother," Norway chided, "It was an accident."

Iceland threw himself from the laundry bin, "Accident? An accident is what you're calling it?! You pushed me, and then you lost your balance and fell!"

"Accident, pushing, falling—it all ended up the same, didn't it? Oh, hello brothers."

Denmark was poorly concealing his snickers, Sweden was impassive as ever, and Finland looked like he wanted to make sure Iceland was okay, but he didn't dare go near the young hotheaded nation while he was in a mood.

"What are you all doing down here?" Iceland snapped to try and cover his embarrassment at the fall everyone had seen.

"Keeping Denmark from the beer." Sweden and Finland simultaneously answered.

"Figures," Norway snorted, "Hey, Denmark, want to check out the laundry chutes? I can show you how they work."

"He's just going to push you down—damn it!" Iceland's warning was cut off when he tripped over a chest that had been concealed in the dimly lit corner of the cellar.

Sweden leaned back and with a quick flick, the rest of the cellar lights turned on. Iceland angrily rubbed at his foot and shin as he glared at the dusty chest—like it had been placed there on purpose to make his day worse.

"Something dusty? In Canada's house?" Denmark commented out loud, "I wonder what's in it."

"Mr. Denmark, you shouldn't be prying in Mr. Canada's things!" Finland worried as the older country crouched down in front of the chest.

"I'm not prying if the lock is already broken," Denmark said with a grin, and he ruffled Iceland's silvery blonde hair, "Thanks, squirt!"

Iceland viciously slapped the hand away, but it made no difference to Denmark. Sweden strode forward to outright stop him. Finland followed right behind him. Norway stepped forward to see if Iceland would let him make sure he was okay.

That was why they were all next to each other when Denmark opened the chest.

"What the—"

"How on earth—"

"Where did he—"

"Norway, this kind of looks like your style of junk." Iceland remarked with a frown.

Denmark removed the Viking helmet from the chest, and Norway gingerly took it, "We all had similar taste at one point or another…but yeah, this looks something like mine."

"This brings back memories," Sweden rumbled as he took out a dusty club and axe, "Remember when we used to beat up England with weapons like these?"

Finland snorted and touched the axe, "We were certainly wild back then, weren't we?"

"I have a better question," Norway interjected, "How does Canada have stuff that looks exactly like our stuff in our basements?"

The sound of the cellar door squeaking open silenced any speculation, and the creaks of someone descending the stairs made them glance around at each other. It was a small staircase, so they had no time to jam all the stuff back into the chest. Besides, the lock was broken, so it would have been eventually traced back to them.

Canada poked his head around the corner, "I thought I heard a yell from the laundry chute. Is everyone…" His normally quiet, timid voice trailed off into complete silence as he realized that the Nordics were holding his things from his private, locked chest.

Norway stood with the Viking helmet still in his hands, "Canada, where did you get all this stuff?"

Canada strode forward and took the helmet with a flustered air, "Oh, i-it's nothing. Just some old artifacts f-from my younger days. Here, l-let me take those." He quickly reclaimed the club and the axe from Sweden and Finland in one hand.

A club and an axe. In one hand. The Nordics had never realized that Canada had such big hands. With two weapons in one hand and the Viking helmet in the other…he looked a little like…

"You're like one of us." Finland whispered.

Forget the smart suit and tie with the glasses. Denmark stood, took the helmet, and promptly put it on Canada's head.

"Oh goodness, no!" Canada protested, "There's really no need for that. Why don't we all go upstairs and join the other countries for an afternoon snack?"

Sweden gripped Canada's right wrist so he couldn't take off the helmet. He pinned America's brother with a hard gaze (again, that looked more like a murderous glare), and Canada shifted with discomfort.

After a moment, Sweden released him with raised eyebrows, "Vinland?"

All jaws dropped, except for Canada who rushed out, "Please, I'm Canada. Canada!"

"You're Vinland!" Norway said with wide eyes.

"What do you remember about being Vinland?" Denmark pressed.

Canada was still flustered, but with his hand free, he removed the helmet, "Oh, I don't like to think back to that. I was very young and I had a few wild tendencies that I had to grow out of."

"Oh Canada, don't you know what this means?" Finland exclaimed with delight, "You're our brother! You're like part of the Nordic family! You're part of our family!"

Canada looked like he was about to protest, but he stopped at Finland's last sentence. He first looked uncertain, and then he gave them a soft smile, "The Nordic family?"

"More like an honorary member," Iceland put it, "Or maybe like a long lost brother."

Denmark threw an arm around Canada, "That's right! Come on, I need to show you the awesomeness of being a Nordic. You like drinking, right?"

Finland jumped up on Canada's other side and inquired, "Do you maybe have any museums that could help us prove our relations? Any archeological finds?"

"Don't overwhelm him." Norway scolded when he saw Canada becoming flustered and embarrassed at all the close attention.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know a whole lot about you guys." Canada shyly admitted, "Maybe you could teach me, and I might remember more about my ties to you all?"

"You will be welcome at our house whenever you please." Sweden rumbled.

Norway put the helmet back on Canada's head, and after a moment, gave a hum of approval, "It's fitting. Come on, we have a lot to show you."

Thank you for reading! If anyone has any requests, just let me know, and I'll see what I can do!