This is something I wrote a while ago... Enjoy!
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Liechtenstein watched the boy from across the table at the world meeting. He sat there with the other Nordics, a part of a big happy family, something none of them had. Yet he ignored them, staring boredly at the speaker, obviously wishing he could be somewhere else. Alone. He was so much like big brother. Except that unlike her, he refused to give his brother that title. She looked on as he once again refused to call him by that "childish" name with a huff, resting his chin in his hand, face turned away from the others. She noticed the small sigh of sadness that escaped his lips. He was searching for something different, but why wasn't he happy with what he had?
Iceland watched the fly scuttle across the table, pausing before taking off and soaring out of the empty window. At least it was free. He would always be Little Baby Iceland to the Nordics. Nothing more, nothing less. It wasn't just that he didn't want to, but calling Norway 'Big Brother' really WAS stupid at this age. He was 17, but everyone still viewed him as if he was ten, no older than Sealand. And what's more, he was trapped; he was part of the Nordics. Stuck with them. They were separate from the rest of Europe, distant. They had no real friends outside their circle, and that was the way it was going to stay. He liked being alone, at home. Where he was seen for what he truly was, where he could get lost in the ancient land and ancient language. Where he wasn't limited by assumptions and first impressions. Why couldn't they just let him be alone, back at home? At least the earth didn't judge him.
Liechtenstein glanced over at her older brother, who was watching the speaker as if nothing else mattered. She loved him, she really did. And she knew he loved her too. But he never showed it. He never really paid attention to her. They never spent much quality time together, and if they did, it was always at her request. He never stepped forward and took charge, like an older brother should. Like a man should. He was always wrapped up in his banks, in his permanent declaration of neutrality. He was so busy nowadays, he would leave before the sun came up and come home after she fell asleep. Sometimes, he'd leave for weeks, even months at a time on business trips. He said he loved her out loud once. She knew he did in his heart, but she never was on the receiving end of those tender actions, those kind words. She couldn't help but wish for something more. Someone to care for her, to truly make her feel loved.
Iceland glanced over the room, his eyes coming to rest on a young girl staring fondly up at her older brother. It was obvious they shared a close bond. He knew they'd do anything for each other, that they saw each other for who they truly were. Norway had stopped pestering him at this point, distracted by the Dane's stupid antics. And then he couldn't help but question; did Norway really love him? The answer was obvious, yes; but at the same time, he could never truly come to that conclusion. Lovers cared for each other. They didn't bring each other down, they lifted you up. Norway never took the time to truly understand him. To learn about him, and who he was as a person, not just a nation. He never spoke kindly, never showed emotion; he couldn't fathom why Denmark stuck around. They pushed him around as if he was a little child. He couldn't help but dream of finding someone who would see him as an adult, treat him like a true man. Someone to really and truly love him for him, and no one else.
Perhaps it was fate that they met in Norway not a month later. Iceland was visiting. Switzerland was there on a business meeting, and he brought Liechtenstein with him for once. The two 'children', as they were deemed, were banished from the room, not allowed to partake in such serious affairs. He showed her the fjords, and they sat by the stream of water and talked for hours on end. She told him she wanted to see his country. He readily complied.
He was always so welcoming, so kind, so warm-hearted. He wasn't that cold, distant teen everyone thought he was. He was so dynamic, so passionate about what he loved, the things that made him happy. Ísland. The land of ice by name, beauty by nature. He always greeted her with a smile, was always thoughtful of her. He showed her so many things, and even taught her a bit of Icelandic, which she picked up quickly. She enjoyed spending time with him. He really cared. He knew as much about her as she knew about him, always put her needs first, always made sure she was happy. Just being with him made her happy.
She never saw him as a child. They were around the same age, after all. She was never limited by what others were, by the biased words and thoughts and ideas. And he could finally pour himself out to someone. He showed her his home, his language, his culture; his deepest, darkest secrets and happiest memories. She understood him. And by God, he tried so hard to make her happy. To show her how much she meant to him. And every time he saw that smile on her face, he knew that he was happy, too.
She visited him whenever she could, and he her. Well, she mostly came to him; they both enjoyed being in Iceland more than anywhere else. Despite the fact that it was small, they never ran out of things to do, places to explore. There were so many different things to do, and they knew they would probably never do it all. And that's what made it so amazing. But Iceland wasn't just a never-ending amusement park, but also a place of solace. Of closure. A place where they could be alone, where no one could disturb them. No one came to their island, deserted in the middle of the ocean. No one ever paid any attention to it anyways.
And that's the way they liked it. That way, there was no one to interrupt the conversation between them and the open sky.
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OMG GUYS I WROTE A HAPPY STORY THE WORLD IS ENDING
No but seriously. This is like a huge accomplishment.
Anyways...
Thanks for over 300 views! You guys are awesome!
Hope you all enjoy it, I might start working on a request for a Scotland x France next or upload some random story before them. I'm not sure what I'll do yet.
Hope you all enjoy!
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