Labrato

A soft knock sounded from the front door of your apartment. You groggily got up from your spot on the couch and made your way to the ceramic door. You unlocked the various locks that decorated the frame and slowly opened it. Opening the door revealed the one person you didn't want to see at the moment. A tall Danish man stood in front of you, his blonde hair defying gravity as usual. He sported his favourite black coat with red cuffs and wore a small black hat on his head. His blue eyes which usually sparkled now held a tinge sadness and regret. "How've you been ___?" He asked. "May I come in?" "Whatever." You said under your breath. "I

      The guards inside the security room sat in their chairs, spinning around in boredom. The small TVs covered the walls entirely, individuals showing hallways, doors, rooms... A control panel laid on the desk, with a few donuts beside it.     A loud blaring sound then filled up the room, making a few of the guards cover up their ears. One reached for the control panel, and flipped off the alarm. He checked what caused it.     On one of the screens, it showed a bunch of people pouring in from the original entrance. His eyes widened, and he zoomed in. "We have an intruder!" he announced to his companions.     "Who is it?" one asked.

 You have lived with the Nordics for a few years now. You have grown into a strong country and a beautiful young adult. You were happy with your family and who you became. You have taken responsibility of who you were and of your country. You attended the meetings to represent yourself and to put in your own word. You really grew up. Even so you were still (as Denmark would call you) the runt of the Nordics. You might have grown but you were still the little sister. Everyone enjoyed your smile as you walked passed them and you never seemed to make any enemies. You held your suitcase as you walked up the stairs to your hotel room where you a