Hello Everyone, this chapter is pretty short but it has been sitting on my computer for ages so I figured I'd post it. To be honest I'm not sure if I am going to continue this because of a bunch of other stories I am in the middle of, but please review anyway. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers.

It was about 2 o'clock in the morning, and Iceland was beginning to seriously regret coming to Denmark's party. Denmark's idea of a good time was to get so insanely drunk at a local bar that they got kicked out. He had probably had at least 15 beers by now, and Iceland had drank only one. He had decided to be the responsible one and drive them all home afterwards. Finland was on the table singing in Finnish, Sweden was babbling unintelligibly, and Denmark was collapsed on the table. The owner was giving him pointed looks and Iceland took that as his signal to pack everyone up. When they were all in the car, every last one passed out, he took the wheel and began the hour long drive to Denmark's place.

As he drove, the snow began to whirl around the car, making visibility difficult, but being immortal, he let his thoughts wander to Norway. His older brother had declined the invitation to come out to the Dane's place. It wasn't like Iceland was worried exactly, but he knew Norway's tendency to become lonely; and his older brother's stubbornness would prevent him from doing anything about it. That was it! He resolved to go see his brother next week, not because he missed him, but for Norway's own good. Norway... he really loved his older brother, but he often became overbearing. His insistence to teach him magic never ended. Iceland could actually see magical creatures, even talk to them, but magic terrified him. He had vivid memories of Norway being burned at the stake during the witch trials. He was just a young child then, petrified as he heard his brother's screams. But it was magic that had caused his fear and Norway's pain. He would not use it.

All of a sudden, something jerked him out of his thoughts. There was a troll in the road, a huge grey-green lump with eyes. He jerked the wheel and sent the car spinning out of control and off the road. When it finally stopped, thankfully upright, Iceland looked back at his brothers still snoring away, and carefully exited the car. He walked up to the troll with some trepidation.

"Hello young one. You, the relative of our human brother, are needed," said the troll in its low gravelly voice.

"I have no interest in your affairs nor the affairs of any of the magical world" said Iceland in a tone of finality. "You seek my brother not me."

The troll looked at him with solemn eyes. "He is the reason we are here, he is in need of aid."

Iceland stiffened, he had had a bad feeling about his brother all day but had ignored it. Norway was in trouble.

"Your brother is lost in the ruin of himself, we need him to emerge unscathed and healed." said the troll.

Emil stood for just one moment, then dashed off. "Iceland,"whispered the troll along the wind, "there is danger waiting for you in the glen. Your power is a gift, use it. If you do not you and your brother are doomed."