One day in July

A Hetalia fanfic written by Sjeherazade, a fanfic writer who don't own Hetalia.

A / N - Hello! Before the story begins, there are some things I would like to tell. Firstly, I want to tell you that I come from Sweden and live quite near the Norwegian border, which in my case has meant that I have gained a lot of friends on the Norwegian side. One of my Norwegian friends were on Utoya during this event (and survived, thankfully). Because of this I have always wanted to write something about it. But because I live in Scandinavia I also feel a need to apologize in advance if the characters are a little "out of character" - I have very different views on some of them (especially Finland), but I have tried to follow the characters that everybody knows.

Chapter 1

It was a warm and beautiful summer day and the Nordic countries had decided that it was time to clean in the big house that they shared in the summers, the cleaning was done in about the same way it always used to, that is Denmark tried to wash the windows, Sweden walked after him and repaired the windows when Denmark had finished with them and the other three took care of the cleaning.

Right now Finland was standing in front of the stove cooking lunch for everyone. He had cleaned the rooms that Denmark had already cleaned the windows in, there was simply no use to clean the rooms before knowing if the windows would be good or not.

Iceland and Norway were upstairs collecting dirty laundry. Iceland just got out of Denmark's room.

"Norway, you have more space in your basket? Mine is full!" Norway came out of his own room with another basket that was also full after Norway had collected both his own laundry and Sweden's.

"No, we'll have to go one more time, I'm afraid"

"Okay, then I throw out the rest of Denmark's stuff in the hallway so we don't need to go into his room again." Iceland decided and kicked some clothes that didn't fit in his laundry basket. They still hadn't been in Finland's room yet so they would have to go one more time anyway.

"Does Denmark usually have this much laundry?" Norway asked in surprise. Denmark would certainly leave his laundry on the floor or somewhere else where it shouldn't be, but he would not usually let it turn into large piles.

"No, and there's really not much either, it is this one," Iceland said and showed one of the garments in his basket to Norway. Norway raised his eyebrows when he saw the garment.

"I have not seen him use this since the 1600th century", he commented. In the next moment they could hear another crash from downstairs, Denmark had apparently knocked out another window.

"It is fortunate that Sweden has so much patience" Iceland muttered. "I would not be able to run after him and repair all the windows after him every time he gets the idea that they need to be cleaned." Then Norway began to laugh.

"Maybe you'd prefer it if the mosquitoes and the flies moved into the house little brother ..."

"Do not start that again!"

"Come on!"

"I'm not saying" Iceland said before he ostentatiously picked up his laundry basket and walked towards the stairs. But before he had walked downstairs, he heard something from upstairs that he felt compelled to check. It sounded just like something fell to the floor. And indeed. Norway stood on his knees on the floor and his laundry basket had spilled out.

"Are you okay Norge?" Norway gasped a few times while he tried to feel if he really was okay.

"I think I'm okay." He answered then and tried to get up, but he had not even come up on both legs before the next shock was over him. Actually, he was not at all all right, he saw in a vision how something had exploded in Oslo but he did not tell Iceland this, Norway didn't want Iceland to understand that he felt afraid or vulnerable in some other way for that matter. But suddenly he started coughing blood. Then Iceland run back up the stairs, ran over to Norway and lifted him up against the wall so that he sat with his back against it.

"I'll go get help" Norway could only sigh and see Iceland disappear. Iceland was, after all, a country just like him so it was clear that he understood pretty clear both what had happened and also how Norway felt about it. And as if that was not enough Norway suspected that he would soon be surrounded by the worst thing he knew - people who felt sorry for him.

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Denmark had climbed up onto a chair in the kitchen to reach to wash a window sat a little higher up, but despite that he was very long, it was not that easy.

On the kitchen table, Sweden had placed the window that he was currently repairing, he was almost finished with it.

Denmark still couldn't reach the window, he realized that he somehow had to get even higher up, and then it was quite good that he stood next to a table. He just needed to take one step to the right, and that was exactly what he did. Just when Sweden had finished repairing the window Denmark's foot stepped down at it. And of course, he stepped in the middle of the glass so that Sweden must prepare the same window ... again.

That was enough even for Sweden's patience. He was just about to scold Denmark for it when the kitchen door suddenly flew up prompting both Sweden, Denmark and Finland to turn against it just in time to see a very stressed Iceland plunging inside.

"Something is wrong with Norway!"