I could feel time passing like it was nothing. Scenery, towns and entire cities flashed by the window I tiredly stared out of. Amongst the other members, it was all conversation and laughs, maybe a couple rare instances of card games. Seeing all of the outside commotion, I felt... Lonely. Kind of weird, since I don't... Usually feel lonely.

Soon, we arrived.

Tuesday: Afternoon, 14:25

"We're here? Shame it didn't last long.." I could hear Croatia mutter.

"Yeah, it was preeeeeeeetttyyyyyyy good." I overheard Slovenia sarcastically calling Croatia out. Huh.

"Sh-shut up Slovenia.."

We all departed from the tour bus, and collected our luggage. I took a moment to take in the surroundings.

It was a small mountain town, with twisting roadways and beautifully designed buildings, along with the beautiful view of the mountains in the backdrop. Ski resorts along with other touristic locations lived upon the higher slopes, without a doubt attracting attention.

"So... We're going to a ski resort?" Sweden asked.

"Y-Yeah." Fin, uh... Fin-land? Replied to him.

"Only which one?"

"You know there is literally a map with the invitation." Iceland said, breaking the slight tension of us arriving at an incorrect hotel.

"Oh. Oh yeah. So... That way!" Spain pointed in an upwards direction.

We all nodded, and started hiking upwards. Once again, conversation sprawled out, taking in the atmosphere around us by storm. However, I was questioning myself instead.

I don't understand...

Why me? I'm merely a brewer, whom is really into mechanics... And eating sausages all day long.

But still, the question remains there...

"Is that it?" Norway pointed at a building.

"No." Iceland shrugged.

"That one?"

"No."

"This one...?"

"Goddamit Norway! It's this one." Iceland pointed to a large manor a couple of kilometres away.

"...Oh."

"Howway!" I overheard Andorra cheering. I looked over to her, seeing Vatican, San Marino and Monaco all chatting with each other. They all looked quite small... Almost like they were teenagers...

That's also quite weird.

We continued to hike towards the hostel. Soon we arrived, looking at the main entrance stood in front of us. It was carved out of pure, dark, silk smooth wood, in the most elegant of patterns, all over the beams and doors. The actual building itself was made out of thick slabs of diorite stone, stacked upon each other. The window frames were made out of small pillars, also with carvings embedded into the stone, while the actual window stretched upwards, forming a cute arch shape.

"Woa..." I stuttered out, amazed. I could see Estonia shivering at the sight, clearly amazed by it. Greece's mouth was hung open. Austria and Hungary were staring, stars seemingly in their eyes. It was obvious that everyone was shaken by the sight.

...Shaken in a good way.

"...We should go in, right?" Portugal mentioned.

"Yeah!" Spain replied, grabbing Portugal's hand and rushing towards the doors.

"H-Hey!" Kosovo called out, "Wh-What if it's s-still-"

"*THONK*"

Spain crashed right into the doors with a painful slap sound, Portugal following suit soon after. Kosovo sighed sadly, shaking his head. I was busy focused upon the two who had taken the harm, though.

"O-Ow! It's not open...?" Portugal stared at the door, dazed from the hit he took.

"Weird. Should I investigate?" Belarus asked.

As soon as she said that, we heard a click. Staring at the door once again, Spain and Portugal slowly backed away from the entranceway. More clicks were heard, and soon the doors swung open with an ominous creak.

Light shined down upon all of us. A shadow of a figure emerging in between the crack in the door.

"Welcome, fellow friends. Welcome to Europa!"

(Part 2 done.

Also, I have a question. Would you like to see ships occur in this fanfic? For example, GerPol, EstFin, ect. I'm just a little curious. Give me your opinion, and I'll see if you guys and gals want ships. Anyways, see you fellow padders.

~Oak-44)