A tiny four-year-old female sat in class; barely talking, barely making an expression.

Everyone in class wondered about her for she seemed like a little doll, one that only moved when one wanted it to.

Her name is Emma and she's an orphan.

Emma's parents had died not long after she was born, so she had to learn Swedish all on her own and take care of herself.

Today, they were having a special guest in class; a tall, blond Viking with blue eyes and a poor excuse for glasses.

The four-year-old just stared at him with her own set of blue eyes and her mouth partially open.

For some reason, she felt a connection to him. Almost as if they were made for each other. "Hej," he started off.

"My name is Berwald Oxenstierna. Ja, I'm a Viking."

He went on talking for a bit, then asked for a person to join him at the front of class.

Almost all of the kids raised their hands.

Berwald looked from student to student before he came across a student not raising her hand.

It was Emma.

The blond Swede pointed at her.

"How about you? Why don't you come up here?" He asked.

Some students questioned why he chose her and Emma blinked at his choice.

She pointed to herself and Berwald nodded.

Emma got out of her seat and went up to him.

He got to her level and asked, "What's your name little one?"

The girl stared at him for a moment and blinked a couple of times before responding.

"Emma."

That was the first she'd spoken in class since it had started.

"Hej Emma."

"Hej," she said simply.

The taller Swede looked over what she was wearing; a blue-green dress with a red star on the chest.

There was also a small silver crown on her head that had a couple red gems on it.


When the school day was over, Emma was again on her own, walking down a lonely road.

Berwald just so happened to be walking in the opposite direction when he almost ran into her.

"Oi!" She exclaimed when he almost hit her on accident.

Looking down, Berwald saw Emma.

"Oh, hello again Emma," he said.

"Where are you going?" Emma kicked at the ground. "Nowhere," she said. "And why is that?" Berwald asked.

"Nowhere to stay," she admitted.

The male Swede pondered for a moment.

"Would you be willing to come live with me?" He asked.

That made Emma look up at him.

"You mean you would let me?"

It was then that Berwald held a hand out to her.

"Of course, my princess."

When he said that, Emma's eyes watered and she jumped on him, hugging him.

"Papa!" She muttered.

A soft hum escaped the Viking and he hugged back.

He then carried her to where a certain Norwegian lives and knocked on his door.

"Lukas, you home?" He asked.

Shortly after, the door opened to reveal the Norwegian male, a girl of about nine or ten at his side.

"Oh, hello Berwald. Why are you here and what's with the girl?" Lukas asked.

"I think she might be human and I want her to become my capital," Berwald said.

Almost immediately, Lukas knew what it was the Swede was asking of him.

"Tiana, go set up my magic room," he told the girl at his side.

"Yes papa," she said and scampered off.

"Might I ask what her name is?" Lukas asked.

It was then that Emma looked at him.

"My name is Emma," she said.

The Norwegian then led Berwald to the magic room that Tiana had set up.

Setting Emma down, Berwald watched as she went to stand in the middle of the circle on the floor like Lukas told her.

Once she was in the middle, the Norwegian male started chanting from a book resting on one of his arms, the other was stretched out in front of him.

The lines of the circle caught fire, causing Emma's eyes to widen.

Not only that, but wind surrounded Emma, her hair flying all around the place.

The fire also changed colors.

"Vad i helvete?" Emma swore in Swedish.

Emma's head soon jolted up and her eyes turned white, her mouth partially open.

Berwald's brows creased in worry.

Why wouldn't he be worried about his newfound daughter?

When it was all over, Berwald went and caught Emma as she collapsed, her eyes closed.

He picked her up and looked at Lukas.

Both nations nodded and the Swede left, heading home and letting Emma sleep in his bed until she woke up.

As soon as she did, she noticed that Berwald was sitting in a nearby chair, reading, and got off the bed, going over to him and climbing into his lap to cuddle up to him.

"Oh, you're awake," he said and put what he was holding down to hug her.

"Jag älskar dig pappa," she said.

A slight hum escaped Berwald and he said, "Jag älskar dig också Emma."