Countryhumans Oneshots

Memories in the Snow (Greenland x Antarctica, etc.)

Trigger Warning: Very slight gore and cussing

Kalaallit Nunaat quietly stalked behind a rock wall, trying to get a good look at the foreigners while also holding her baby. The new people looked... strange. Their flags were nothing like Kalaallit's, plus their skin color was much different than all the humans there.

She quietly gasped once she heard them start to talk, bringing her baby closer to protect him if anything were to happen.
"Hvad synes du, vi skal gøre?" a human man asked at another man. She couldn't tell if the other had a flag or not due to them being turned away and covering up most of their skin.
"Jeg siger, at vi tager dem med på jagt," the other man said, taking a break in the middle of his sentence to shiver from the sharp cold air. "De lærer hellere tidligt end at sidde fast uden nogen idé om, hvordan de skal få mad."
"Jeg formoder..."

The covered up man finally turned around and Kalaallit was able to get a good look at him. His flag was mostly red, with a large white cross off center to the left.
Unfortunately, the man also saw her, before gasping and saying something to the human.
You have to be an idiot to not know that you should not be caught doing something you know you shouldn't be.

Kalaallit Nunaat was not an idiot.

She held her child close before running as fast as she could in the opposite direction of the two men. Branches slashed across her face as she ran, the snow becoming sharp as it hit her face, the snow becoming more intense...
"Shit," she thought, "I can't see anything with all this snow..."

Since she could barely see, she tried to use her foot to be able to tell what was infront of her. It seemed to be working, atleast until her foot didn't touch anything. She'd come to a cliff's edge. She could faintly hear running from where she'd come and began to panic as there seemed to be no other way out.

For all she knew, the bottom of the cliff could be water or incredibly sharp rocks. It was hard to tell, especially since the harsh wind silenced all other sounds. 

Her breath hitched as the flagged man from before came up to her. He seemed scared as well, almost as if he could feel what she could.
She quickly shifted her position as the baby started to squirm and whimper, most likely from the awkward position and the frightening scene before him.

Two people, of very different origins, staring each other down as a blizzard engulfs them with snow and ice.

The man started to walk toward her, before abruptly stopping after seeing her fearful look. 
He gently, and slowly, put a hand to his chest.
"Danmark..."

Kalaallit was confused at first, but quickly realized what he was doing. She, just like he did, put a hand to her chest and said,
"Kalaallit Nunaat."
The man, apparently Danmark, seemed pleased but looked down to her child.
She wasn't sure how to tell him that the baby didn't have a name yet. Maybe say no in her language? No, he wouldn't understand...

Seeing her contorted look, Danmark just shook his head and looked down. He wasn't sure how to tell her that he meant no harm, but she probably wouldn't believe him anyway..

"DANMARK HVOR ER DU?!?"

They both shot their heads up and quickly turned toward the source of the sound. They couldn't see anything due to the snow, but could hear faint running coming towards them.

"København?" Danmark muttered under his breath. He looked a bit nervous, but also confused. Kalaallit quite honestly didn't care in the moment. She knew that when whoever that was that yelled saw her, she'd be killed in an instant.

While Danmark didn't know her at all, the others did as she and some other Greenlandic people had previously stolen food from their ships. The Danes were outraged and vowed to kill whoever had done that. Kalaallit couldn't understand them, but was able to understand that they wanted revenge. She would not let her baby suffer just because she made a mistake.