Tragedy among tragedy are coming into the views of these nations lives. Such a normal meeting it should have been like all the other days. Where aimless laughter and banter rang in the meeting rooms. And everyone moved from day to day with their happy struggles. But now, from America lying at the middle of a ledge to Spain perhaps dying, more tragedies should arise.
But unbeknownst to the rest of the world in that current day, there were other things happening from quite before. Now we will see if help is coming too late or if it is coming at the right time.
So we go back one year from now.
We come into a view of a bright starry night of one year before.
There is a huge city of shining lights near the bottom of the valley and forests surround it. There are less people out on the streets but within the bars there still are muffled thundering sounds of disco and house. The rest of the homes are quiet and few still make their ways in their corridors like fairies tiptoeing around the ones that are not awake- either cooking some late night meal or chatting online. Night was taking the city to sleep.
Somewhere off from the city lies a cottage on a huge hill which overlooks the whole town. This is Finland's house.
The chimney billows out blue like smoke as it rises to the navy blue sky. A heavy mound of snow lies on top of each branch as deer pass by crunching silently leaving soft foot prints in the light blue snow. The moon is casting a blue hue to the whole scenery. It's 2 am and the quiet is growing more abundant with each hour passing as human heads make their way to their beds.
The cottage of red pebble brick and windows with the blinds down has a warm and comforting feeling. Paper Mache flowers hang silently on the blinds side looking outside. It brings back a waft of spring but only for a moment.
"Finland's home" is painted in a old faded glittery gold on the front door. Finland felt inclined to put that sign out when Austria kept getting lost during certain visits. So best way was to literally say, "Finland' home" just so the Austrian wouldn't get lost anymore.
Finland himself is already asleep up in his room in the attic. The attic is one whole room and the windows are at each side of the place. There is one main window on looking towards the city he also loves. That way Finland felt never far from his citizens but also the scenery itself was also nice to watch, especially at night.
Finland's head lays tenderly on his red flower patterned pillow. A feather semi sticks out from the inside. Dust swirls in the air as he breathes in and out. It almost resembles miniature stars. Almost it does.
He has his lilac sleeping cap on to add extra warmth in the cold bitter nights as tonight was one of those nights. A humming heater has the red light on as Finland's dog sleeps in a cushy bed near the heater.
Finland dreams and we will see what lies in his dreams.