The cold Nordic air bit my face as I walked through the crowed streets of Reykjavík, filled with the same kind of people who I always see when I come here. I blended right in, actually. My blonde hair and blue eyes didn't offer much different from the norm. It was refreshing, most of the citizens of my home were brown-haired with brown eyes. I adjusted my glasses and kept walking, I wasn't here to think about my country, I was here to give a gift to another. My laptop bag hung of the side of my shoulder, slightly heavier than normal. I grinned, today might be the day that I could finally crack him.

The plush chair that I sat in was a welcome comfort after escaping the harsh winter. My bag was on the floor beside me, almost emulating with my excitement. I glanced to the door of his office every few minutes; I was told to wait here, as he was in a meeting of some sort. I understood, I've had to turn Tino out of parliament more than once when I was busy, at least he was able to put me in a waiting room, and a nice one at that. Pictures of the Icelandic landscape lined the walls, glaciers and waterfalls, plains and geysers. It was truly a lovely country, he was lucky to have it. I closed my eyes, I was lucky he was here. "Eduard Von Bock, Estonia?" My eyes snapped open as the door opened and a girl walked into the room.
"Yes, that's me." I smiled at her and adjusted my military garb, reaching down to pick up my bag.
"Emil is ready to see you now." I nodded at her once again as I walked into the room, excited to once again see my friend.

"Emil!" I said excitedly, walking briskly up to the chair he was sitting in. "It's good to see you again, I got you..." he cut me off, motioning for me to sit down in the chair across from him.
"Yes, It's good to see you too." he nodded at me, his violet eyes showing as little emotion as ever. "What brings you to my little country today?" White hair crossed those eyes for just a moment, causing a stunning effect. I grinned again, I felt like a schoolgirl giving her crush a flower as I reached into the satchel at my side.
"Just a little something I found in my place." It was a picture, showing the two country's shaking hands in front of a rising Estonian flag. "Remember this?" I handed it to him, gloved hands holding the wooden frame.
"August 22nd, 1991." he looked back up at me and smiled, if only slightly. I laughed and smiled back.
"You were the first one to recognise me after the USSR broke up, I just wanted to you know I never forgot that." This was all to true, I could scarcely go a day without thinking what would had happened if Emil had not been there to step up and lead the way to my recognition. Despite his delicate looking outside, he was the bravest person I knew. "You reminded me, everyone even, of true values." I paused, attempting to not get emotional. "I know you think that people forget about you, I just wanted you to know that I never do." When I looked back up to him, his head was down, still clutching the photo in his hands. "Emil..."
"Thank you..." he whispered in a shaky voice. The picture made little noise as he set in on the table beside the chair he was sitting in. "T...this means a lot to me." he looked back at me, revealing his red puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. I was startled, this was the first time I had ever seen him cry, even the other Nordic's claimed that he never showed any emotions. After the moment of shock I stood up and extend my arms.
"Hey, no problem. That's what friends are for, right?" he also stood and walked to me in his normal formal way before collapsing into my arms, returning the gesture he had once given me.