Never Let You go. (Spinoff Of NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE)

chapter seventeen: The world.

Warmth enveloped (y/n) as she slept ever so comfortably, the sound of a heartbeat kept her drowsy. Not wanting to wake up, the Scandinavian cuddled closer to the heartbeat and felt as a pair of arms unwrap themselves from her shoulders.
This made her irritated and she snapped the arms back into place with the small amount of magic she had, she felt her 'pillow' move as soft laughter sounded.
"You have to get up lillesøster."
The silver haired Scandinavian looked up and saw the double of her brother smiling down at her, she glared and got up.
"Aww, no 'good morning Storebroder'?", Denmark asked with a pout, "mean"

(Y/n) quickly got cleaned up and changed before anyone saw her.
She went back to the couch to find everyone packed up and ready to go, "there you are."
Norway grasped her arm before she could run back up the stairs, "you're coming to suffer the meeting with us."
"Norway! It's almost Christmas, this one shall be fun!", Finland chirped and took (y/n)'s other arm, "you'll love it!"
"The fuck is Christmas?", (y/n) deadpanned and Finland gasped.
The rest of the males where stunned as well.
"You never had Christmas?", Finland said, "then this will be your first and best!"

So (y/n) was pulled to the awaiting jet by the males and they flew to england, where the meeting was being held.
When they arrived at the meeting hall, the male that (y/n) has seen before was there.
England.
"Hello, early as usual I see.", the English man said, "And merry Christmas."
The Scandinavian female gave him a funny look.
"She never had Christmas before", Finland said, "this is her first."
"Well, we'll be sure to make it special.", England said with a smile, "go on inside miss."
Iceland nudged her in and Denmark led her to the large room where other countries sat at a large table, it was overwhelming to be in the presence of so many 1ps.
(Y/n) noticed that some countries were watching her with an unusual fixation that creeped her out a bit, Sweden noticed this and sent an ice cold stare to the ones responsible. Some did not stop and (y/n) ducked down behind Denmark to avoid Looking at them, but it was too late.
"Kesesese! Is this jour new girlfriend Denmark?"
"Fusososo, She's a pretty chica"
"Ohonhonhon~ perhaps she would need company?"

(Y/n) Knew about these guys from experience of their counterparts, she did not want anything to do with these men.
She ducked away again and ran into a male with light brown hair that covered his right eye, his visible eye was a pale green-blue color. He pretty much radiated elegance and charm, not that (y/n) was impressed at all.
"Ech entschëllegen, bass du al?", the male said in luxembourgish and (y/n) shook off his attempt to help her.
"Jeg Har det fint, tak", she replied and picked herself up.
"So you are with Denmark?", the male said, "you spoke danish, or was impersonating Norwegian with a potato in their mouth"
The Scandinavian rolled her eyes, "I am from Scandinavia, but I do not belong here. This is a mistake."
The male looked at her with a bit of interest, "I am Luxembourg. And whom might you be miss?"
"(Y/n)", the silver haired female responded, "I do not represent anything."

"It was a pleasure to meet you.", Luxembourg said with a smile that would make most women swoon.
"I guess it was nice to meet you?", (y/n) responded and The male patted her cheek.
"We should meet when we have some free time.", the brunette said with all his charm, "It would be nice to get to know you better, prinzessin. Goodbye for now."
And with that he walked off to his seat, leaving a speachless (y/n).
"Did... he just hit on me?"
The Scandinavian girl felt a weight atop her shoulder and saw that Mr. puffin had perched on her, "Found ya lass."
Great. This puffin was annoying and loud as hell compared to sir puffin, he was a bit rude too.
"Icey wants ya to get back to their area. Right now"
"No way in hell.", (y/n) said and walked out of the meeting room, "I'm finding a way home."

"You are home lass", The puffin squawked.
"NO. I am not.", (y/n) said and kept walking in no particular direction, "choke on a herring."
She pushed the bird off of her shoulders and continued to walk in a daze.
The Scandinavian female kept wandering until she heard a familiar voice, "I will be a great country! You'll see!"
The Violet red eyed girl followed the voice to see a bunch of children and a few teens sitting in a room together, she had found the micronations.
The aroma of their snacks caught her nose and she slipped in the room, almost entranced by the food.
"Who are you?!", a rude pompous looking boy shouted at her and the others all turned to face her.