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Ok, guys. This is my first fan fiction. And I have absolutely no clue about how the Nordic nations act, so bear with me. Also, I know that some Iceland fics start out like this. Don't worry, I'm not copying you.
And I also a few things from you guys:
-I need you to correct my spelling errors and grammatical mistakes.
-As I get farther into the story, I need someone to think of a title.
If you give me these things, I will put you in the description with what you gave me.
Now! Story time!
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Cold. Thats all I felt. One moment I was walking home from a World Meeting --I was the small country of San Marino-- Next, I was caught in a horrible snowstorm. I didn't know where I was, and I couldn't see any buildings, people, or light sources.

I have been out here for a while now, and I know I can't go on much longer. I am a tropical country, I am not made to stand the cold.

All of a sudden, my legs give out beneath me. I try to desperately get up, but it is a waste of my little energy. I'm much too weak.

Great job, Anya. I mentally slap myself.

I should have gone home with Italy and Romano, instead of staying after the meeting and helping Canada clean up. Sometimes I'm too nice for my own good.

I'm going to freeze to death and die out here. I know it. I can feel my body succumbing to the cold. I close my eyes, and give in to the blizzard.

That is, before I was able to hear the pounding of someone running towards me.

Description
Ok, guys. This is my first fan fiction. And I have absolutely no clue about how the Nordic nations act, so bear with me. Also, I know that some Iceland fics start out like this. Don't worry, I'm not copying you.
And I also a few things from you guys:
-I need you to correct my spelling errors and grammatical mistakes.
-As I get farther into the story, I need someone to think of a title.
If you give me these things, I will put you in the description with what you gave me.
Now! Story time!
~-~-~-~-~-~
Cold. Thats all I felt. One moment I was walking home from a World Meeting --I was the small country of San Marino-- Next, I was caught in a horrible snowstorm. I didn't know where I was, and I couldn't see any buildings, people, or light sources.

I have been out here for a while now, and I know I can't go on much longer. I am a tropical country, I am not made to stand the cold.

All of a sudden, my legs give out beneath me. I try to desperately get up, but it is a waste of my little energy. I'm much too weak.

Great job, Anya. I mentally slap myself.

I should have gone home with Italy and Romano, instead of staying after the meeting and helping Canada clean up. Sometimes I'm too nice for my own good.

I'm going to freeze to death and die out here. I know it. I can feel my body succumbing to the cold. I close my eyes, and give in to the blizzard.

That is, before I was able to hear the pounding of someone running towards me.