The Snowflake and The Shamrock, A IreFin FanFic

Chapter 1, The Meeting;

The harsh Atlantic waves crashed against the longship as it bopped along the water.

Finland raised his small head over the side, his helmet slightly tilted. He quickly ducked as a wave splashed against the boat. He looked over again as the boat drew closer to an island known as Hibernia.

The boat reached the shore, and Finland hopped out. He sand crunched underneath his fur boats. He ran up the beach and sheltered in a small, wooden shack with the other Nordics.

Rain pelted against the room all night. Finland couldn't sleep with the noise of the storm, and Denmark's snores. Finn crept out and stood out on the shelter of the porch. A gust of wind blew his helmet off and away from the huts.

'Hey! Thor, why?!' Finland shouted as he ran after the helmet, into a small woodland. He eventually found it in a small bush.

As he reached down to get it, a small hand appeared and pulled inside the bush.

'Hey!' Finland was annoyed now, and he walked through the bush, to see a small person walking away with his helmet.

'HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!' Finland shouted as he ran after the person. The person turned around just as Finland tackled them to the ground.

Finland pushed their hood up to see a young Ireland, slightly smaller than himself. She was wearing a black nun's robe, a small rosery-bead around his neck.

'Sorry, is this yours?' Ireland asked in a timid voice. Finland was puzzled by her accent, but understood what she had just said. He helped Ireland up and was handed back his slightly dented helmet.

'Sorry about yer helmet... Wait, I have an idea!' Ireland said as she reached for Finland's hand. 'We can take this up to the monastery and they can fix it up!' Ireland began to lead Finland up through the woods and to a small monastery looking over the sea.

The following day, Ireland lead Finland back to the huts, his helmet now repaired. Before Finland left, Ireland pulled on his robe.

'Finn... My Grandfather, Hibernia, has just declared war on.. Your people.. The Vikings... It may be a good idea that you stay with me in the safety of the monestery...' She muttered at him, looking at the ground.

'Sure... I'll protect you and the monestery!' Finland said with confidence, and he ran off back into the wood with Ireland, squealing and laughing together.

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It's a pity happiness is so short...