"This is insane. I don't believe a word that girl is saying. All of us have been here longer than she has and none of us have heard of such a thing," Denmark growled, shoving the door to his house open.
"Perhaps it's because we never looked…" Finland buried his mouth in his hands. He had been almost silent since the meeting and Sweden longed to grab his hand. Grab his hand and tell him the truth.
The smell of fur and snow brought back memories of his Viking days. Sweden squinted across the white expanse to the lone tent in the field. This one was flashier than they usually were. The mystic had painted it in red and blue designs.
Smoke was drifting out the top and Sweden gingerly stepped into the tent. She sat behind the fire, young and beautiful as the day he had met her hundreds of years ago. They sat in silence for what seemed a lifetime when she began to speak. "Is this what Finland wants?"
"Russia… will kill him."
"Have more faith in your friend."
"… he'll tear himself apart later."
The Sami looked at him sadly. Underneath the rug she was sitting on, she pulled out a jar filled with some kind of blue mist. "Sweden, there are many consequences… It is impossible for this to affect just you two. It'll change everyone. And Finland might not even remember who you are afterwards."
"Selfish…" Sweden was a strong man of good morals and unwavering bravery. But at this moment he buried his head in his arms and cried for the first time in centuries.
"Shhh…" The woman rushed to his side, tracing her hand on his arm. "I know you love him, but I've known Finland as long as I've known you, and he would not want this. He might be small and loving, but he is strong."
"He is strong," Sweden thought to himself, watching Finland stare into his lap with his big violet eyes.
"Denmark, shut up! Why would America lie?" While it had quieted all the others, it seemed to curiously set Norway on edge.
"Have you met him!"
Iceland cleared his throat. "It would be better to make a decision and be safe than to assume she's lying."
Denmark turned as if to say something, but thought better of it. "Well, brothers, it seems we have decisions to make."
So... so... I realize that in my previous chapters there were some obvious typos, buuut it's been a long time since I've used fanfiction and they've changed everything, so... I'm not really sure how to edit the chapters themselves. I'm paranoid that I'm not doing a good job of making the characters distinct. They're all just kind like... O.O... So they all are a lot more emotional than they normally would be. Thanks for reading! Please review!