One-shots! Hetalia x Reader!

Myths (Norway x Huldra! Reader)

Eyyy! Time for some Norse mythology in my one-shot book thanks to Magnus Chase... Thank you for making me curious while I try to figure out how to pronounce Yggdrasil.

-Pumpkin

January 2015

The woods were quiet and peaceful as the branches swayed along with the passing winter cold breeze.

A young man's old eyes looked around the dark peaceful forest. The moonlight was his light, the stars were only guides, and the Northern Lights a river of beauty in the sky he always marveled of when he was younger. Though his younger days were centuries back. Modernization took place and changed his surroundings. Time flew quickly, he saw everything. From the rise of his nation to today's technology. His old eyes were the only parts of him that made him different in his appearance. An old man in a young man's body. He was more than a man, he was a sorcerer. Immortality was a curse to him. Watching his brothers die, the people he'd taken care of and loved die, the old house he used to live in burned, the friends he had fled off to other nations, he was alone.

Creatures of the myths went into hiding ever since humanity began to advance and expand. The Fae went into hiding, elves have returned to their realms, dwarves no longer come up to see the night on Midgard, the rest was hidden from the world. The only creatures that kept him company were the trolls who lived in the mountains far from his new "home".

A new year marked. He fled into the wood to get away from humanity and spend his time back in the forest like the old days. As he expected it was empty. Only the trees kept him company. The loneliness grew as he walked towards the lake where he and his brothers used to bathe and play. He smiled bitterly at the memory and the curse he believed that the gods had placed upon him. He remembered the day he was filled with immortality. He was a chosen one to become a country.

Oh how he thinks that the gods were playing a cruel trick on him. The countries that called him "brother" and the countries who were his "brothers" looked like his human brothers in the past. The cold man wanted to kill himself and find his real brothers who were in Valhalla, but killing him will only lead him to Helheim. Hel's realm. A realm where souls full of regret would go to and where he'll never find his brothers.

"Another cold night, it never changes..." He muttered to himself as he continued walking towards the lake.

"And do you think it will ever change?" He froze in his footsteps as the mysterious feminine voice whispered in his ear.

It sent shivers down his spine from the overpowering and the seductiveness of the voice, but he still maintained his straight posture not showing any signs of fear.

"Who are you?" The man didn't react rash or anything. Just a simple cold reply to the female.

"You're cold like the winter, but beautiful like it." The mysterious woman revealed herself as she left her place behind him and walked in front.

The man's eyes followed the woman's small figure. She wore nothing else, but a white sleeveless dress that wasn't for the winter. The locks of her (h/c) hair fell down off her shoulders as the calm mischievous (e/c) eyes of hers spelled out trouble.

"What's a man like you doing here in the woods?" The woman stood straight.

He got a better view of the woman. She was petite and fragile looking. Her long (h/c) hair was unkept, there were scratches and bruises on her arms and legs, the mischievous (e/c) eyes were glinting with curiosity, and the swaying of her hips seemed to mesmerize the man.

"I asked a question first." The man pointed out as the mysterious woman giggled softly.

"You're childish I see." She teased the man. "I am (Y/n), the Rå of this forest..."

She spun around making the man's eyes wide like the moon's. Her dress was backless with a cow's tail sticking out of her dress and her back looked like an oak's tree bark. The woman wasn't an actual human, she was a huldra. A seductive figure in Norse folklores.

"And may I ask you the same question?" She asked politely.

"Norway..." He spoke the name of the country he represents, his homeland.

"You're name not country, knucklehead." The giggling and the mischief seemed familiar.

Are you happy with the torture you're doing to me? All-Father, what are you doing to me? His mind screamed with pure hatred.

"Norway, I'm the representative of my homeland." He spatted out bitterly as he walked into the woods, passing the huldra.

"It's not safe out there, Mr. Norge." Her voice seemed to calm him down.

"I am cursed with immortality and I have no ways of killing myself. I am a sorcerer, a foolish one, that accepted the curse."

"Ah, the All-Father gave you the gift." She sounded happy. "Then I believe that I am destined to give you a stroll around these woods."

"I know this area-"

"It's not like before." The man's words were cut off as he turned around to glare at the huldra. "Look, things have changed. The forest isn't like the forest back in your days."

"You grew up here didn't you?"

"I'm chained to the same fate as you have. I am a guardian tied here." She explained as the man's expression softened. "I believed that we have crossed paths."

He sighed and rose his bent arm, chest-leveled, and looked curiously at the huldra.

"Would you like to take a stroll in the woods with me then?"

She was surprised towards the country's actions. She hesitated at first, but then walked towards him and wrapped her arm around his.

Both entities were immortal and alone. Walking in the woods with nothing, but questions in their heads. They had a lot in common. Past, present, some likes and dislikes, and interests in meeting who made their fates.

The huldra's feet seemed to open up poinsettias as she walked while the man created ice while he walked. Ironic how the cold one was the man who held his bitterness towards the gods and the warm one was the huldra who found new adventure in her curse. A pessimistic man and a optimistic woman.
How cliché.

But I guess this how it would end.

Maybe another time I will tell you the story between the two fated ones somewhere in the future.

For now, we'll end with the beginning.

How was it? I'm trying to write my own book that's fantasy, but then I can't do third person well and I got stuck with teen fiction in a first person's point of view.
Oh well...

Auf Wiedershen for now!

-Pumpkin