Sorry about the slow update
Any way I do not own Hetalia.
Morning came quickly the sun rising from out of the tree's, the three Nordic teens awakened to the sounds of the camp woke up and the sailors prepared the breakfast. Denmark covered his head with his blanket and moaned into his bed-roll. Sweden glanced at the other teen and got up from his roll, quickly rolling it up and stowing it in his pack and started to organize it. Norway did the same but when he was finished he went to the Den and ripped the blanket from him and kicked him roughly to get him up.
"Norge!"
"Time to get up." Norway said leaving the tent slipping his jacket over his tunic.
Getting up Denmark started to look for his furs, not remembering where he left them the night before. Standing straight he was smacked in the face by his coat and got a mouthful of fur.
"Thanks Swed."
Shrugging Sweden went back to his pack, placing the coat around his shoulders Denmark rolled his blankets up and placed them in his pack. The two left the tent and went to where the smaller Nordic was sitting at a fire eating. The three was silent all remembering what happened the night before.
"What we going to do today?" Denmark commented after he finished wolfing down his meal.
The other two looked up from there food and thought. Both not wanting to have a repeat of last night. Before they could answer a viking came up to the trio.
"Mister Kohler there seems to be a problem with one of the ships."
"Oh?"
"Its seems someone has messed with the rudder while we were asleep. Denmark's eyes narrowed slightly his mind instantly thinking of the native population.
"Show me." He commanded getting up from the fire.
They walked away and after a few seconds Norway got up and followed them leaving Sweden alone. After a few minutes he got up and grabbing his sword and buckled it to his waist. It secure he left the camp and walked along the edge of the forest exploring the land but not entering the forest. As he traveled he wondered if there was a personification for this land like with others he has seen, but knowing he would find out eventually he explored the land further. The land was beautiful the waters were clear and the terrain green, a different sense of pace from village life that Sweden has to deal with when he is home or staying in his friends countries. The bird's where the same or similar but there songs different. The red deer that he had caught glimpses of where the same as well but also different. This land was different, it looked and seemed friendly but it also held something that seemed dangerous. Like a sheep that revels it's self as a wolf, but weather that was a good thing or not the Swede had no idea. Deep in thought he almost didn't notice the song that was coming from the forest its words unknown but drew the Swede in. He went into the forest ignoring the warning from last night to see who was singing.
Hello next chapter will be posted when I figure out what song that is to be song. So sorry about the short chapter. Also I have a few new stories that I have written one is a german family fic that has three chapter's already typed. And another that is a PruCan that was supposed to be a one-shot but it got a little too big of a plot. And in my head I am planning out a America England one. So if any one wants me post them just send me a message (Meddling Monk you can not you do not count since I talk to you everyday and see you at school.) any way adiós.