Random idea I got a couple days ago. I decided to write it since I have reached the part of summer vacation where I am motivated to do absolutely nothing and have writer's block on top of that and am praying that this will help.

Anyway, this isn't really a Human AU. You'll see what I mean soon. I also have some ideas to turn this into a series, but don't know if I actually want to. I will finish this, though, I promise.

I'm also not completely sure if I picked the right genres for this. If you have any better suggestions in a few chapters, please tell me.

The title means "Wake Up" in Norwegian Bokmål.

Also, if I get an translations wrong, PLEASE tell me. Especially if I get any Norwegian wrong. I'm actually trying to learn that and help would be nice.

Names:

Mikkel- Denmark
Berwald- Sweden
Lukas- Norway
Eiríkur- Iceland

Others will hopefully be somewhat obvious from the context and can be found on my bio if not.

Disclaimer: Jeg eier ikke Hetalia og jeg vil aldri. (I don't own Hetalia and I never will.)

Våkner
Wake Up

En - Å Finne
One - To Find

"You found them yet?"

"Been with you the entire time."

"...So you haven't?"

Berwald sighed for what felt like the billionth time since the two of them had separated from their siblings and set out on their own. Not noticing this (as usual), Mikkel continued on.

"Why are we looking in Trondheim?" the Dane asked. "Shouldn't we look in Reykjavík or something? I mean, we've already looked in Oslo, Bergen, and Lillehammer..."

"Agreed on those three, here, Lofoten, and Tromsø before Iceland," Berwald reminded him. "Most likely places."

Mikkel frowned. "Why haven't we found them yet? I thought for sure they'd be in Lillehammer, considering how Lukas still kind of worships Skaði..."

The Swede didn't want to admit it, but he had been just as surprised as his brother. When their searches in the two biggest cities in Norway hadn't yielded any results, he had thought for sure they'd be in the former host city of the Winter Olympics. Then again, that had happened after they had been reborn. Maybe. He wasn't sure how old their fellow Nordics were now.

"Hey, you never did tell me why you agreed to look for Lukas and Eiríkur so easily. I thought for sure you'd argue that we needed to find your 'wife' first."

Berwald looked over at Mikkel, surprised he was bringing that up now. He had first asked why when they had arrived in Oslo, but they had been distracted and it hadn't been brought up since. Taking a moment to decide how to phrase his answer, he said, "Wanted to. But we need answers about what happened more. Plus there's two of them, if the fact that all seven of us are still siblings is any indication."

He saw Mikkel nod out of the corner of his eyes. Taking his eyes off the Dane for a minute to decipher what a sign said, he turned back to find Mikkel flirting with a few girls that were giggling at him. Sighing, he walked over to his brother, noting that he seemed to be a much bigger flirt than he was before.

It wasn't just him, either. While their basic personalities were the same, at least all of the Germanics seemed a little different. For example, while Ludwig was still as strict, no-nonsense, and OCD as ever, he seemed to be a bit more... lenient and willing to drop things, so to speak, and wasn't as obedient to authority, though that last had been a trait that had been slowly cultivated after WWII. Mikkel was as loud and annoying as ever, but he seemed to be better able to sense the mood than before along with the aforementioned flirting. Berwald would even admit that he himself was slightly more confident than before, though that unfortunately wasn't much of an accomplishment.

He had wondered why this was, but had eventually decided that it was because they had been raised in far different circumstances than before. While they were still the same nations as before, not having grown up in the Dark Ages had definitely changed them.

He just hoped that it was for the better.

Anyway, Berwald forcibly dragged Mikkel away from the girls that were giggling about him having a "potato stuck in his mouth", if he understood them correctly. Seeing an interesting store, he dragged his brother across the street into the cafe.

Mikkel blinked upon seeing the name of the cafe. "Veldig Bra Kaffe? Really? They named their cafe Very Nice Coffee?"

"Don't care as long as it's good."

"I don't even like coffee that much!"

"Get a pastry or something. I don't care." Turning to the employee behind the counter, the Swede ordered a coffee with extra sugar. Surprisingly, Mikkel actually ordered a pastry, and the man disappeared into what was most likely the kitchen.

Because of the fact that there was no one else in the cafe and the door hadn't closed all of the way, they could hear the man say, "To idioter kom inn." Berwald saw Mikkel open his mouth, probably to yell at the man for the insult, but both of them were shocked upon hearing the other's reply.

"Jeg hørte. Hjelpe dem du. Jeg snart hente Eiríkur."

It wasn't the words that made them pause.

It was the fact that they knew that voice, despite not having heard it for decades.

After a second, Mikkel asked in German, incredulously, "Did we seriously just find...?"

Berwald nodded. "Don't do anything. Don't want to scare him."

"But it's him. And if all seven of us are any indication, we've found Icy too!"

"I know. But you shouldn't do anything that'd make him run off."

Mikkel pouted, but the Swede could tell that his brother had listened to him and wouldn't do anything, which would hopefully make things easier for them. As happy as Berwald was to have found at least one of the other three Nordic nations, Lukas was not someone to mess with. If they jumped at him and tried to insist that they knew him and attempted to force him to come with them, it wouldn't end well for them. At all.

"Unnskyld."

Berwald moved over before he realized who had said that. By the time his brain caught up, Lukas was already halfway out the door.

The Swede didn't blame Mikkel for muttering the... interesting phrase that he did, though he himself just sighed and wondered where his coffee was. He knew that there was nothing they could do for now, so he might as well enjoy his beverage.

Meanwhile, Lukas frowned as he got in his car.

Why do they seem so... familiar? I know that I have never seen them before... And they are definitely not trolls nor any other type of creatures like that.

So why does it seem like I should know them?

Shaking his head in an attempt to banish those thoughts, the Norwegian pulled out of the parking spot. Stop thinking about it. You will probably never see them again.

...Why did I think that. I am going to run into them more than once now. Great...

Translations (All Norwegian):

Veldig bra - Very good

Kaffe - Coffee

To idioter kom inn. - Two idiots came in.

Jeg hørte. Hjelpe dem su. Jeg skal snart hente Eiríkur - I heard. You can help them. I'm leaving to get Eiríkur soon.

Unnskyld - Excuse me

If you guys are wondering how Mikkel and Berwald understand what they're saying, all three Scandinavian languages are basically mutually intelligible, meaning they would at least get the gist of what someone says. (Please note that this does NOT translate into writing.) It's not because they know Norwegian. They actually don't for reasons that will be clear soon.

Skaði is the Norse goddess of skiing and winter and I think hunting. (Maybe. The Norse pantheon is kind of a mess at times.) I'd say that they're joking when they say that Lukas still worships her, but I haven't actually decided if he does or not, so take it however you want to.

Mikkel and Berwald are two of the seven Germanics in my headcanon. They are, as follows: Gilbert (Prussia / East Germany), Mikkel (Denmark), Vash (Switzerland), Berwald (Sweden), Aneta (Bohemia / Czechoslovakia / The Czech Republic), Roderich (Austria), and Ludwig (West Germany).

If you're wondering why my profile picture is currently the picture, it's because I couldn't find a good one. I'll find something soon. Probably.

Next chapter will hopefully answer most of your questions about what's going on, so please don't beg me for answers yet.

And please don't whine about the lack of Finland. Please, I'm begging you. I wanted to fit him in, but it didn't work. I'm sorry.

Icy will appear in the next chapter.

Anyway, like I said, I'm not too sure about this. I just got the idea and decided to write it and hope it helps with what I said before. Please tell me if this is the best idea ever, the worst idea ever, or whatever you think about it. Vær så snill. Please.