~ ~ ~ Blissful Sentiment ~ ~ ~(Iceland X Reader) Þitt er mitt og mitt er þitt Þú veist hvað ég meina Delicate strokes of the pen tickled the sheet of paper underneath - gently designing the most intricate words. Distinct passion was present as each word was written. An imaginary wonderland forged of honest emotions and endearing thoughts. Uncovering the realistic nature and heartfelt compassion that ignited the fervor in the frigid heart. Pure desire and jolliness were expressed through grandiloquent verses - that abide bound to the frail heartstrings of the romantic soul. The juvenile author behind the mas

Usually nothing much unnerved (Name) Jones, except for the time when her big brother - Alfred, was bucked off at a local Rockwall Rodeo event and broke his back. He was tossed five feet into the air and landed hard onto the ground with a sickening thud. Alfred's injury was severe enough to have his older sister (Name) leave to a foreign country permanently. She wanted to visit him at the hospital... Yet the obstacle was that she was currently residing permanently in Västergötland, a small province within south-west Sweden. (Name) shuddered at the memory, and thanked the Heavens that her brother was alive, as well as hyper as ever.

The sweet and pleasant scent of freshly-baked gingerbread cookies lingered in the air, as a tall rambuncious Dane stepped into the kitchen, a silly expression grazing his features. "It smells good~" The tall Dane grinned childishly, glancing over to a {H/C}-haired girl, who only chuckled in response. "They're not ready yet, Mathias." The young {H/C}-haired female stated, as she placed the cookie tray aside. Mathias licked his lips as he set his cerulean irises on the tray full of gingerbread cookies. The young female sighed at the overly-tempted Mathias, as she handed him a cookie. "Only one, okay?" (Name) said, staring at a grinning Mat

Deep within the dense forests of south-east Norway... There's a man who bonded with the wildlife... Morning light illuminated the vast woodlands, the tree branches rustled in the gentleness of the wind, as small golden-brown colored leaves fall, one by one, rocked back and forth by the autumn breeze. A young man patrolled the woods, as his unemotional dark-blue eyes gazed around the forestiere surroundings. He is known by the civilians in the nearby village as Lukas Bondevik. He is in charge of protecting the wildlife that thrives within the timberland. And, of course, he has formed a perpetual bond with the animals. One in particular...

Whenever I look at the stormy night... I still shiver. A young {H/C}-haired girl stared at the window, as she watched the raindrops trickle down slowly on the cold glass surface, a raging storm unleashed its fury. The {H/C}-haired female hugged her legs, as she shuddered, she felt cold air enveloping her whole form. In the midst of this unknown feeling and loneliness... A kind, Finnish-accented voice sounded through the darkness. "(Name), are you alright?" Letting out a quiet gasp, the {H/C}-haired female turned around, only to lay her {E/C} eyes on a short figure, his face hidden by the obscure darkness. As the mysterious man stepped

The bright sunrays of the morning reflected though the windows of the dorm room of a certain Icelander, who shifted on his bed, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position. The young Icelander's eyes fluttered open, to see that (Name), his five-year old adopted niece, wasn't next to him. (Name) was indeed a morning child. Huffing in annoyance, the Icelander groggily sat up on the bed, as he rubbed the sleep from his somnolent amethyst eyes. He wasn't really a morning person, but if it's his niece...Well... Suddenly, a bed-headed Norwegian stepped into his younger brother's room, with (Name) in his arms. The {E/C}-eyed toddler just woke

Prince Emil Steilsson... I've heard that name before... Princess (Name) walked around the Royal Gardens, as the bittersweet breeze of the early morning made her gorgeous {H/C} hair flutter elegantly. Rumors have been spreading around our kingdom... Rumors about Prince Emil... Saying that he is cold-hearted and reckless. Yet I do not believe these rumors, since... I haven't met him in person yet. The young princess' {F/C}-colored dress swayed gracefully, as Princess (Name) stopped near a small grassland where certain flowers grew. Beautiful white flowers, an emblem of Prince Emil's kingdom... White Dryads. Smiling confidently, the y

----------------------- Glamour Night - Iceland----------------------- Hmmm... Northern Lights sounds really sweet... (Name)'s {E/C} eyes blinked with curiosity, as she placed the "Tonight's Special" card onto the bar table. "Northern Lights." (Name) said, catching the attention of the Swedish bartender, who was polishing the bar table. "Em'l w'll s'rv' y'." (Emil will serve you) The Swede stated, as he continued to polish the bar table. The young Icelandic bartender came to face the {H/C} haired female, as he adjusted the white ribbon around his neck. He was suddenly slided a mixer by the Finnish bartender, who smiled brightly, as he pour