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Dragon! Iceland x Reader The Lonely dragon

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My first Country x Reader wish me luck!

Chapter 1
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Winter was always the hardest season to hunt in. Game was scarce to come by and the cold made everything more dangerous. The freezing temperatures were always biting through your clothes no matter how many layers a person wore. Especially out here in the frozen wilderness where there was no warm houses or lamps, everything was frozen.


“Alright little cottontail stay….right…there.” You drew the arrow back slowly so as not to draw attention to yourself. This rabbit was the first animal you’d seen in days and you were certain that if you didn’t shoot it you would end up dying of starvation. It’s meat would maybe last you two days, three if you could ration it out and keep yourself from eating too much at one time.
Certain your shot was clear you let the arrow fly and watched it sail right into the side of the rabbit’s body. The rabbit didn’t even know what happened as the arrowhead pierced through its skin, impaling its small heart on the way through. It gave a short screech that lasted a second and fell over dead.


“Yes!!” You jumped up from your crouched position momentarily wincing from the stiffness of your muscles. You excitedly walked over to your kill and picked it up by the leg. “It’s not gonna be a lot but any food is better than no food.” You looked to the sun setting in the east its hues slowly sinking behind the far mountain. Deciding to start a fire now before it got to dark you quickly retreated back to your camp you had set up a few days before.


It only took about ten minutes to get back but you could already feel the temperature dropping so fire was your first priority. The “camp” was a pile of boulders in between many trees. You had found an abandoned burrow underneath some of the particularly bigger boulders making a small cave. With a little bit of digging to enlarge, experimental test to make sure you werent in danger of being squashed and cozying up by adding the few extra furs you had inside it was made into a somewhat cozy sleeping nest.



By the time you had finished skinning the rabbit and roasting the meat to where it was just barely cooked enough to eat, it was completely dark amd your fire was dying against the wind. You decided to take your leftovers and save them for your breakfast tomorrow.
Making sure your fire was out, you burrowed into your small den. You backed yourself in so you could stare out into the night. It was dark and occasionally you would hear the sound of wolves calling to each other.

Your thoughts began to drift as they always tended to do at night when you had no one to talk to. You thought about that day just two years ago when your father was alive and well…

It was quiet in the small cottage on the edge of the woods. You and your father were sitting together by the fire doing one of his favorite hobbies, wood carving. You were attempting to make a falcon while he was working expertly on a dragon. You could clearly make out the front half with a long slender neck leading to an elegant head crowned with horns.

“Father how did you get so good?” You asked as you brought yours closer to your face to inspect it. You could make out a beak but that was it. The blocks of wood had started out almost as big as your father’s fist and you had slowly been whittling them away bit by bit for the past few days when you had the free time.

Your father gave you a warm grin. “________, I’ve been carving most of my life my father taught me and my grandfather taught him. Trust me if you keep at it then by the time you’re my age you’ll be an excellent carver.” You smiled warmly in return and continued your carving.

That was the last happy memory you had of your father before he died. You had kept the dragon he was working on, it was too sentimental to leave it behind. Your own falcon you left on his grave, you had worked on it more but it was still unfinished. It didn’t feel right to take the dragon and leave him with nothing.


Pushing away the creeping sadness and loneliness you snuggled deeper into your burrow and stared into the black night. You could hear the scattering of night animals like the foxes that kept trying to steal your food and the owls that nested in the trees near your camp. A pack of wolves howled and another single call answered, you wondered if they were trying to find each other. And then before your tired eyes drifted shut you heard an odd roar. It was a sound you’ve never heard, but you barely recognized the fact before you fell asleep.

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You woke slowly the next morning. Your consciousness and senses slowly coming to life as you laid still in your spot. You could hear small grunts and chirps of something close by, possibly those damn foxes. You opened your eyes to the white world and surveyed the area. The foxes were indeed a few yards away sniffing at the remains of your fire but other than that everything was still and quiet.

You were about to reluctantly emerge from your warm den when you heard an angry roar. It scattered the birds and animals in the area and sent your adrenaline pumping. Your fleeing instincts kicked in and you were prepared to dash up and away from your den when you felt the ground rumble and heard voices shouting.

You held yourself still as the rumbling got closer like footsteps and you were able to make out what the voices were saying.

“Don’t scuff him up too bad it’s gotta be in good condition when the King arrives!”

“Watch that tail of his!”

“Throw another chain this way!”

“There we go that ought to keep him!” The voices belonged to men that much was certain. You heard snorts and growls coming from outside and what sounded like chains moving. “Pin it right here in the ground! This beast aint getting away this time. “The sound of metal pounding metal as you assumed one of them hammered something in the ground.  “Okay now we got him taken care of prepare a fire one with thick black smoke, we want Roderich to be able to see it from our previous camp.”

A chorus of “yes sir” sounded before there was the shuffle of movement. From what it sounded like
they were staying on the back side of your camp behind the boulder so if you ducked low and were very quiet they wouldn’t be able to see you unless they came around.

You slowly inched your way out of your cave and grabbed your bow and its quiver that was safely hidden between some rocks. Pulling out an arrow and holding loosely to the bow for safety, you crept to the edge of your boulders and took a quick peek around.

From what you saw there were five men, all wearing armor with the King’s crest of three dragons of red. They were all broad and tall with sharp swords on their hips. One of them had a bow on his back but his arrows were in a broken pile on the ground beside him. They were all tending to a fire, they were throwing rags dripping with something into the flames making them bigger. There was a creature but you couldn’t see what it was behind the men and the fire all you could hear were snorts and growls.

You took this chance to silently creep between the trees and climb up one with a thick trunk and large branches. You were quiet as a cat as you leapt from branch to branch not disturbing a single twig. This was one skill you learned as you lived in the woods, to be silent an undetectable was a great skill when it came to hunting prey.

When you deemed yourself high enough you looked back down on the Knights. From this high you could see the trail of flattened snow that they left behind. If you squinted and looked down their path you could barely make out the figure of a horse and a man charging this way and behind it a carriage with what looked like a large red flag being pulled by more horses. “That must be the man they sent for the King. “ You whispered to yourself. “I wonder what it is he’s coming fo-“Your breath caught in your throat as you looked back at the knights.

They were still all surrounding the fire continuing to make the smoke darker by adding more rags and clothes, but it wasn’t them that startled you and sent your adrenaline pumping once more. It was the pair of eyes that were watching you from the ground. A pair of dark purplish eyes that even from this high you could clearly make out. It was the long lavender scaled body with chains crossing its neck and back and pinning its wings down. It wasn’t the knights that terrified you...


It was the dragon.
My very first Country x reader insert! I chose lil Icey becuse hes a cute little angry muffin anD I WNT TO SEE HIM AS A VISCOUS DRAGON!! Also I was rereading :icongydrozmaa: 's Dragonheart and Dragonsight and I just got in the mood for more angry dragon babies and thus this was created. 

Iceland and any other Hetalia characters (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

(p.s. if you like it let me know I would love to hear feedback!) 
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Kittygirl524's avatar
This is really good!
You're better than me, and I've been writing for around a year now!