CinderIce: Iceland x Finland Hetalia!

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CinderIce sat on his bed in the attic and applied rubbing alcohol to his wounds. "Stupid Nordrella." He hissed at the stinging feeling, "It's always my fault, isn't it? How stupid. I wonder how I'll get in trouble today."

He stood up and got dressed, then headed down the stairs. Master Denmark grabbed his shoulder and pulled him to the side. "CinderIce, you need to go buy groceries now."

"Why doesn't Nordrella do it?" CinderIce muttered. "What was that? You wanna repeat that, CinderIce?"

"I said I will get on it right away, Master Denmark."

"Good boy." Master Denmark dragged CinderIce by his hair and threw him out of the front door. He stood up and slowly made his way to the nearest store. He reached the town square when a loud trumpet was blown from the stand. 

"The royal messenger has arrived!" CinderIce heard the people whispering as the royal messenger pulled up a piece of paper. "There shall be a ball tonight for the prince who must find a suitor! He hopes you can all attend, as any one in this crowd could be the one. Formal invitations will be sent to every household in the village, please be sure to check your mailboxes later on today. That is all, enjoy your day, folks."

The royal messenger left as soon as he appeared and everyone was now chatting loudly. CinderIce had a feeling he wouldn't be able to go, so he carried on his way to the grocery store and decided he would let one of his stepbrothers get the mail.

When he returned home from his shopping trip, he found his stepfamily sitting in the kitchen. It looked like they had received the letter and were reading it without him, not that he even really cared. "I brought the groceries, Master Denmark."

Master Denmark waved him off, he seemed too focused on the paper. "Yeah, yeah. You know what to do with those, nobody cares." CinderIce shrugged and started putting the groceries away. "Is that the letter?" He asked. Nordrella glared at him and nodded. "What's it to you, slave?"

Swestasia pinched his brother's shoulder and gave CinderIce a quick thumbs up. "Well, at least one of my stepbrothers isn't so bad!" CinderIce flashed him a smile and finished unloading the groceries so he could go upstairs. As he went to leave the kitchen, he felt like something was watching him. He turned and saw his stepfamily talking about the paper, so they weren't watching him. 

He continued to his bedroom and opened his window. The day was almost over, but it was still nice to just sit there at an open window and think about life. 

Suddenly, Mister Puffin came out of nowhere and flew through the window. He hit the wall but quickly recovered by grinning as if he meant to do that. "Heya, buddy!"

"Hello, Mister Puffin. Did that hurt?"

"Oh, no. Not at all. Anywaay, I heard about the ball and-"

"I don't think Master Denmark would allow me to go."

"Oh." Mister Puffin thought for a moment, "Well, can't you just sneak out and sneak back in before midnight?"

"Sure, I could...but, I should at least try asking. If he says no, then I'll consider your idea. Also, I don't have any castle-worthy clothes."

"I'll handle the clothing issue, lad. You go chat up the big guy and I'll be back later." Mister Puffin flew out and into the town. CinderIce strongly doubted Master Denmark would agree, but he went down to ask anyway.

CinderIce's stepfamily was still in the kitchen, chatting away about whatever happened in their lives. He approached Master Denmark and asked if they could speak privately. They both walked to the garden and sat on the bench. "Okay, what do you want?"

CinderIce twiddled his thumbs in his lap. "Well...I was wondering, since I don't have much of a social life, could I maybe go to the ball? I won't speak to the prince, if that's what you want!"

Master Denmark laughed in his face. "A ratty slave like you does not belong in such a beautiful place! You're lucky we even let you stay here. Even this place is too fancy for someone like you!"

"So, that's a no?"

"That is an absolutely not! You'll only embarrass us." Master Denmark spat, "The prince will be so disgusted by your appearance that he won't be able to stick around and drool over my boys!"

CinderIce had no reply, he just sat there hanging his head. "I understand."

"You better. Now, the party starts in a few hours, you need to help my boys get ready!" Master Denmark dragged him inside and wandered off to get himself ready. 

After spending hours helping his stepbrothers, he was too exhausted to sneak out anyway. He sat at the table and waved goodbye as his stepfamily gave him nasty looks and hopped into a Purple carriage. 

He sadly walked up the stairs to his room and sat on his bed. Mister Puffin hadn't come by at all, it was hopeless. "So much for having some rebellious fun." CinderIce frowned. Forgetting the window was open, he watched as Mister Puffin suddenly flew in and tossed some clothes at him. "Mister Puffin! I didn't think you'd actually come."

"Ya gotta have some fun in your life, I'm not about to let you miss this! Put the clothes on and meet me in the front yard!" Mister Puffin flew back out of the window and towards the front yard. 

CinderIce quickly tossed on the clothes and looked in the mirror. He looked rather dashing. He wore a Purple and White striped shirt with a Black tie with a White jacket that had Brown fur on it. His pants were White and his shoes were Black. It wasn't what anyone would call fancy, but it was acceptable.