ouo;; Okay, so this is my first serious fanfic. I'm new to this um, field per say, so bear with me.

Just be warned now: This prologue is filled with my own version of sarcasm and humor in the beginning, then I sort of focus more on dialogue. So yeah, this is my writing style. Original, yes? xD

Since the Nordics don't have any 'official' names yet, I will just use some original ones. I'll post the rest of their names later.

I'm also going to put my own little twist on their personalities that were given in the Hetalia Wiki.

So here's some info that you guys will need for right now:

Fem!Iceland's name is Lúcía Gyllendóttir. (The last name means 'daughter of gold' c: ) and she is 16

Prussia is 17 /killed

Germany is older than him. I'm not really going to reference their history that much. I'll be focusing more on the Nordics background if I feel the need to.

Like I said before, I will post the other Nordic's names once I feel the need to use them. ;D

Tale Of A Troll, An Awesome Guy, and Iceland

-Prologue-

Today was supposed to be a typical World Meeting for our beloved nations today, but it ended up being anything but typical. Well, don't they always end up in chaos? Of course they do, but that opening line sounded more epic. It got your attention, right? Right…?

Ahem, anyways, it started off as any normal meeting would. The loud bantering, France and Im Yong Soo trying to grope someone, Poland threatening Russia with his 'rule' to protect his little Liet, America eating a hamburger and mocking Iggy….

The delicate balance of things was soon displaced when Prussia thundered in, obviously drunk.

Heck, he wasn't even a country anymore, so why was he even there in the first place?

"H-heeeeey e'ryone! The –hic- awesmm onshere~" he sing-songed before wobbling over to a bemused France and sitting on his lap.

This elicited snickers and mumbles of protest from a few nations, yet Gilbert did not seem to hear, nor care. Spain however, was mortified by his friend and slumped slowly in his seat. You could say that his face was 'as bright as a cherry tomato'. Ha. Look at that. I actually came up with a good simile.

Back to the point, again.

So, a certain Alfred Jones and Elizaveta Hedervary were laughing hysterically at the funny scene (and the jokes they were exchanging about the wasted albino.) This caused the Prussian to stand up and tower over the two, his glazed-over eyes still managing to be (somewhat) intimidating. "Whasso funny?" he slurred.

"Oh, nothing." A smug Hungary replied. "You just always seem to make an ass out of yourself."

This caused the drunken ex-nation's face to scrunch up. "You….Better watch watchu say. Tha- wasnn nice." He said as he wobbled onto his feet, and of all the things he could have done, he climbed up on the giant table and began to dance for no reason whatsoever.

A flustered Germany stormed through the doors right at this moment, his Italian counterpart trailing. Poor Feliciano forgot to take his pasta out of the pot before he left to go to the meeting. So he insisted that he go back or else it would break apart and he wouldn't have any 'after-meeting' pasta. Running pointless errands like this always seemed to exasperate Ludwig. But, what could he do? Italy was his closest friend.

However, once the German laid eyes on his brother, he became extremely annoyed. You could practically feel the urge to facepalm emanating from him. A drawn out sigh came from his parted lips before he glared at his brother once again. "Prussia. Get down. NOW." He said, his voice thundering with anger and finality. Gilbert stared at him for a moment atop the table, and then began to laugh. "Heeeey West~! C'mon up'ere." He hiccupped. "It'll be like tha- un time yo- AAAGHFFTH!"

The unlucky Prussian was cut short by his brother forcefully dragging him to the ground by his silvery hair and putting him in a headlock. "GO HOME." He boomed.

"But Weeeest. I dun' wanna goooo!" The albino whined into his brother's arm.

"That's it. You need to teach this guy how to not make an idiot out of himself, aru~" a very annoyed China stated. "Something like this always happens. If not here then somewhere else."

"M' awesome!" was all that Prussia said.

"See! That's exactly what I mean. He only cares about himself and how cool he is, aru~ You should…" China said, scanning the room. His eyes fell upon his brother and an evil smirk fell on his lips. "Send him to Japan. Let him live there and go to school. After all, he has the body of a 17 teen year-old human, aru~"

Poor Japan just sat there and stared at Germany, hoping that he said no. Prussia would probably attempt to claim his vital regions while living there. Or worse. This could not be good…

"Ne~ Doitsu, I think that wouldn't be a bad idea." Feliciano said lazily.

Germany looked thoughtfully at the two Asian countries, thinking about Italy's opinion. That idea didn't sound half bad. It would get Prussia out of his hair for a bit, and hopefully living in the Japanese culture will help improve his attitude. I mean seriously, Japan is quiet and reserved. The ex-nation could really learn from him. "Nihon-san, are you okay with this?" he said to his former ally.

Japan bowed his head, afraid to say no to the German. To be honest, the burly man still scared him just a tad. "Of course. I could easily arrange living quarters for him, and send him to school somewhere in Tokyo so I can keep a close eye on him."

Phew, calm and composed. Yet deeply inside his mind, he was killing the four nations. Slowly and painfully.

"But, I dun wanna be by m'self. I want someone to stay w'me." Gilbert said. It was funny that he still had an idea of what they were talking about considering the state he's in. Oh wait, I think that would be called writer's convenience. Heh.

"Well then, we'll need to find someone else who would be willing to go with you, mon ami." A very amused France responded. "Someone that could also pass for a teen so you can go to school together. But who…" he said mischievously.

All of the 'teenaged' nations shrunk in their chairs and pretended they weren't paying attention. Except for Im Yong Soo, of course. "Oh! I'll go, da ze~! I can finally be able to claim onii-sama's breasts as mine!" he said excitedly, his hands twitching.

"Korea. Maybe that wouldn't be a good idea…" Taiwan said quietly. The teen pouted and slumped in his seat. He never got to have any fun. Sheesh.

"Any'un wanna come?" Prussia asked. They were all scared to come with him because they were jealous of his awesomeness. Well, maybe he'll just have to settle with enie menie minie mo. "I'mma choose one of you'se now whether ya like it…or not."

Why all the teens sat in a group together was a mystery. But they did, so it was easy for Prussia to pick them out. Look at that, more writer's convenience. I'm on a roll. Or maybe that's how they organize the meetings. You never know.

His finger hovered over the group of younger teen nations. "Enie, menie, minie mo, catch a tiger by th'toe, If he hollers let'm go." He said, alternating unevenly between the nations. "Enie." Seychelles. "Menie." Latvia. "Minie." Estonia. "…MO!" The poor nation that he picked happened to be none other than poor Lúcía Gyllendóttir, who was zoned out and had no idea what was going on until Denmark began to laugh uncontrollably. "What…?" she said, still unsure of what exactly was going on. She cast a pleading look at Norway, hoping he could explain things for her. But no, he just had to sit there with that empty look on his face. Like, what the heck, couldn't he show some emotion. Or at least help her by speaking on her behalf in some way..?

Of course not. Some brother he was.

"That settles it, then! Iceland, you will be going with Prussia, aru~" China said as he walked over to her and pushed the teen towards Japan.

"…Wha-?" was all the Nordic could whisper before she was glomped by Prussia.

Germany nodded and sighed before prying Prussia off of Iceland. "I guess I have to take you home, then. Idiot." He then dragged the teen out of the conference room and headed back to their house. Sheesh, at least now he would finally be getting a break.

The other teen nations sighed in relief as the two brothers left, glad that they weren't unfortunate enough to be chosen. All except for Korea, who was still sad that he was disqualified. "Unfair!" was all he mumbled over and over again.

Kiku sighed a bit in relief. Well, Iceland seemed responsible enough. Maybe she could watch over Prussia more since the old nation was going to be busy making sure that his country doesn't fall to shambles with the destructive ex-nation living there.

So that's it, yeah… He would let them live in his house in Ikebukuro that wasn't too far away from his own home. Raira Academy seemed like a good school for them to go to. It was one of the best in all of Tokyo, so that will work out good. Hopefully.

Iceland on the other hand, was very worried. This was not going to go well. Not at all. She barely even knew Japan or Prussia any higher than the acquaintance level. The snickers coming from Denmark weren't very assuring, either. She would make sure that he paid for that later. Or maybe now.

She turned to the older Nordic, a dark smile plastered to her face.

Iceland lifted her hand slowly and smacked him across the face, leaving a giant read mark that almost matched the deep scarlet color of the cuffs on his jacket.

Heh. He deserved it.

Japan sunk lower in his seat and tried to brace himself for his impending doom.

Thanks for reading this so far!

/gives ultra-special cookie

Wow, I'm on a roll with bullying these nations. xD

I would really appreciate some feedback. I'm new to this sort of thing, so I would like to know if I'm doing something wrong, or if there is any info I'm missing.

Oh and, before I forget:

Real names were used. If you don't know who I'm referring to, then here.

*'Liet' is Lithuania and 'Iggy' is England (not their human names, but they are referred to as this sometimes.)

*'Doitsu' means Germany in Japanese and 'Nihon' means Japan in Japanese.

Im Yong Soo- Korea

Gilbert-Prussia

Elizaveta-Hungary

Alfred-America

Feliciano-North Italy (not to be confused with his grouchy brother Romano)

Ludwig-Germany

Kiku-Japan

My goal is to have chapter one out by next Saturday, maybe.

So, don't be afraid to ask questions/supply constructive criticism; I don't bite. ;D

~Aurora