Hey! It's Capaso here with another chapter (finally). I've been getting a lot of comments telling me to write and update more. I'm sorry, it's just that this is not my favorite story. It's really hard to write for some reason (as you can tell by this chapter. It's only 430 words). I'll keep writing it, but I don't know if I'll finish.

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Elin clung to her uncle as they navigated through the big city of Stockholm. The buildings were so tall, and she was still so little.
Emil smiled softly to himself as they approached the familiar building. It probably seemed huge to Elin, but Emil had seen the one in New York.

"Don't worry cutie!" he ruffled her hair. "As long as you stay with me you won't get lost."

Elin nodded and gripped his hand tighter.

"PUFFIN DUDE!"

Emil groaned and turned around to see Alfred Jones walking towards him, his obnoxious smile on his face.

"My name isn't 'Puffin Dude'. It's Emil." Alfred's face showed no sign of recognition, so Emil leaned in and whispered. "You know, Iceland."

"OH!" Alfred seemed to recognize him now. "Who's this?" He bent down and flashed Elin a 100 megawatt smile, making her shudder and hide behind her uncle.

"Alfred, this is Elin. She is Tino and Berwald's daughter." Emil kneeled down next to Elin and put an arm around her shoulder. "Say hello to Mr. Jones Elin."

Elin shyly waved her small hand. "Hello Mr. Jones."

"AWWWWW." Alfred squealed like the child he was on the inside. "YOU'RE SO CUTE." His loudness made Elin pale and hide again.

Emil picked her up and she put her head in his shoulder. He glared at Alfred. "Do you know anything about kids?"

Alfred shrugged. "My states usually go off on their own, so I don't do too much with them other than meetings and reunions."

Emil rolled his eyes. What else can you expect from America... Probably asked Britain to raise his kids. "Well, we have to be going now. I hope that you'll be at the next meeting."

Alfred did his hero thing. "OF COURSE I WILL! I'M THE HERO!" he laughed really loudly. "Who else will lead meetings?"

Emil ignored him and kept walking. Under his breath he muttered: "Germany. He actually keeps on track at least…"

Elin was confused. "Uncle Emil? What was he talking about?"

Emil sighed. "I'm sorry you had to see him... He's a co-worker of me and your fathers'. He is quite eccentric."

They went around the corner and there was a door marked 'Do not enter without identification'. Emil searched through his pockets and finally pulled out a card with his picture and name on it next to a bar code and the label: Nation, Iceland. There was a beep and a light on the handle flashed, signifying that the door was unlocked.

Emil opened the door and Elin gasped.

...I'm an idiot. /bricked/

I don't even know what's in the room, but I have an idea. :3 Keep reading! (P.s. I don't hate America! He's pretty cool.)

-CapasoVargas