Walking down the rocky pathway Matthew looked up to a large house. It wasn’t as big as Russia’s but it was big enough to hold at least 5 people.
‘This must be Norway’s house. I wonder why it is so big… Norway isn’t as big as Russia.’ Matthew thought to himself.
“Who are you?” Matthew nearly jumped out of his skin. Turning around he saw a silver-haired boy, he had bright purple eyes a bit like Matthew’s.
“U-uh… I’m M-Matthew…” Matthew stuttered at the sudden question.
“Matthew? What are you doing here?” The boy asked, his face not showing any emotion except annoyance.
“I was looking for…” Should he tell this boy about the countries? But, before the boy could ask why Matthew stopped talking a young blonde man came running out of the house.
“Iceland! Norway wanted to see-“ That was when the man noticed Matthew standing there. “Oh! I- well- not Iceland- I mean-“
But, Matthew interrupted him there. “I was actually looking for Norway…”
The two men’s eyes widened. “Well, t-this way.” The blonde man walked into the house, the silver haired boy following. Matthew took this as a sign to follow.
The house smelled like newly made cookies and alcohol…
Entering the lounge room, Matthew’s eyes widened. Well, at least he knew where the smell of alcohol was coming from. A blonde man was standing on the table in the centre of the room in nothing but a tie and boxers.
“Aah, Denmark get down! We have guests!” The other blonde man exclaimed. But Denmark just ignored him and continued dancing on the table.
The blonde man sighed and turned to Matthew, sticking out his hand. “Well, I’m Finland! The boy behind you is Iceland and the man on the table in Denmark.” Finland explained.
Matthew heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turned to see a tall blonde man wearing glasses coming down the stairs. Looking closer the man seemed very intimidating.
“Oh, and this is Sweden!” The tall man just grunted. “But, I don’t know where Norway is. He must be upstairs.”
Finland was about to walk up the stairs to find Norway when another blonde man walked down the stairs. The man had short blonde hair and dull blue eyes. On the left side of the man’s hair was a Nordic Cross barrette and a hair curl that floated independently next to his head. So, this must be Norway…
Norway walked up the table in the centre of the room and looked up at the Dane.
“Get down.”
“Hahaha! You can’t tell me what to do, Norge!”
“Denmark… Get off the table.”
“No!” Denmark continued dancing drunk on the table.
Suddenly, some invisible force pushed Denmark off the table and he fell on his face at Norway’s feet. The Dane looked up at Norway.
“Oh, hey Norge!”
Norway didn’t respond, instead he grabbed Denmark by the tie and started choking him.
Iceland, Finland and Sweden didn’t bother stopping Norway as if this was a daily occurrence.
Matthew sighed to himself and sat on the lounge, watching Norway choke the half-naked Dane. He started thinking to himself about the note and texts.
Will I really be able to finish this by the end of the month? Yeah, I have the addresses of the countries and everything but will it be so easy to convince the other countries? It was easy to convince England and Russia but these people didn’t seem like the people that would believe him so easily. Maybe Finland but surely not the others. But, I’m not too sure about Denmark, I will know once he isn’t drunk…
Matthew checked his phone and saw the date.
Friday the 13th… Sounds promising. About halfway through the month and have only met three of the actual countries I need to visit. But, wait… Didn’t he meet China? Does that count as meeting another country?
As if answering his question and reading his mind another text was sent to his phone.
‘Nah ah, birdie! It’s not going to be that easy! You have to visit the personification in their own country! I’m not going to make it that easy for you!’
Dammit! Of course it wasn’t going to be that easy!
Matthew cussed under his breath in French. Not noticing the pair of red eyes looking into one of the windows.
“Kesesesesese~ Sorry birdie. But, don’t worry, you will make it…” Then they disappeared into the nearby woods.
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To Find Where You Belong (Hetalia)
FanfictionMatthew Williams wakes up on an empty field. His memory is gone and all he had is his clothes and a small note that he found when waking up from a mysterious person. 'Visit 7 of the human embodiments of 7 different countries to find out where you be...
