The Attention Seaker

He was never really one to truly say out loud that he wanted attention. He actually despised getting it from the people who were around him and knew him well. The attention he loved was the attention of those people who barely knew anything about him.

 

He loved the tourists.

 

The only bad thing was that the tourists didn't seem to like the area known as Iceland as much as they liked even Egypt. Sure, Egypt had the great pyramids, but Iceland held the greatest show that nature had to offer. The Northern lights.

 

Yet, all they ever wanted to see was those manmade things. No matter where they went they were more interested in human controlled things than the wild nature in which originally took place everywhere.

 

He sighed, putting the book in his hands down before he looked up into the darkened night sky. He watched the lights slowly appear, waves of brilliant light flowing from an unknown epicenter. He watched as his eyes etched his memories and feelings into each individual wave, hoping that someone somewhere would take the chance to read them.

 

But, who was he kidding? No one in their right mind would ever take the time to read something as boring as his feelings, especially when they have their fiction writers creating new books every day. He would always be a bit of the loaner in his group of five, never really being loud or somewhat creepy.

 

He was simply a quite, kind man.

 

But,

 

Who would ever have enough time and patients to read such a story as that?

 

 

 

 

 

Emil couldn't help but let out a small growl at the Norwegian man kept pestering about saying two little words. Honestly why couldn't the man simply just let it go!? Seriously, the more and more the man brought it up, the angrier and angrier the Icelandic man got.

 

He didn't really care if they actually were blood related, there was no way he was calling him 'Big Brother' now that he was an adult, even if he still had a partial kid's mind set. He grumbled as the Denmark man was next to speak, his loud voice always giving Emil, at least, a slight head ache.

 

Out of all the people at the moment, he liked the Swedish man the best. Why? Because he was simply quiet. Granted he could be dark and threatening, but he held his tongue a good amount of the time. The only time he spoke was when it was needed.

 

Emil turned sharply, grumbling angrily as he walked away from the group. He needed some time alone, even if it was just for five minutes, it was something. His boots hit the tile underneath them with a semi-distressed toned. It was almost as if they could tell what he was feeling.

 

He sighed as he turned the corner to enter the familiar room he had grown accustom to. The room which shelves surrounded the one simple chair, the shelves filled to the brim with books. Old ones, knew ones, broken spines and torn covers to shiny colored and stiff spines. Emil softly ran his hand across each spine as he watched closely.

 

There was one specific story he had in mind and he didn't plan on moving till his hands ran across the smooth golden words. His fingers gripped the spine and pulled the broken finger worn book from it's snugged place on top of the shelf.

 

He remembers when he was little and how he'd always pick this book out off all others...

 

His memories flooded back into his mind as he pulled the cover open, a small groan was erupted from the book. He watched as his bigger hands were replaced with smaller, more delicate ones, felt his vision fade and replaced with that of a curious little kids.

 

He looked around, watching as a figure entered into the doorway. His eyes watched as a smile appeared on the younger version of his elder brother’s face. He felt a small smile appear on his before his view faded, a soft knock erupting from the door.

 

He sighed as he placed his bookmark within the book, placing it back within its rightful place. He walked to the door slowly and when he opened it, he was faced with the Norwegian. The older one’s straight mouth bent slowly into a smile, causing the Icelandic one to smile as well.

 

He missed the small moments like this.

 

 

He bit his lip as he watched the bright blue sky turn into shades of yellows, oranges and reds. His puffin had left for his dinner over 3 hours ago, the man was getting worried. Even though that bird did annoy him, it was his main company for the long boring days.

 

He was so worried about trying to find his companion that he didn’t hear a pair of feet walking towards him. He looked out to the ocean once more before turning around so suddenly, he almost knocked into the woman behind him.

 

The woman herself was quite pretty, if Emil had to say so for himself. Her short brown hair frayed at different areas, almost framing her face. Her eyes were a lighter shade of brown, worry was held in them as much as interest. She wore a simple solid purple shirt with a pair of jeans.

 

In her hands, was the puffin.

 

“I found him,” she spoke up, realizing the man’s dark blue eyes upon the small animal, “His wing is broken, but as long as he doesn’t use it, it should be healed within a few weeks.” Emil felt himself nod as he gently took the bird out of her hands.

 

“Thanks,” he said softly, “It’s strange though, no one is ever nice enough to even find me.” The girl giggled softly, her gaze going onto the bird as she pet it.

 

“Well, when you give a detailed idea of where he should be,” she giggled, “it kinda helps.” Emil felt himself smile as a warm sensation filled his heart.

 

“So, may I ask what your name is,” he heard the small female spoke. Emil felt himself cough.

 

“W-well,” he said softly, trying to get his tongue to work with him instead of against him, “My name is Emil, Emil Steilsson.” The woman smiled as she held out her hand.

“Well Emil, my names Katlyn Braaton,” he softly grabbed it as she continued, “But everyone I know calls me Katie.”

 

“Well, Katie,” he said with a smile as joy seemed to fill his heart, “I have a few questions for you.” The joy he felt just couldn’t seem to help but grow as the woman smiled again.

 

“Alright,” she agreed, “but I need to go here soon, so how about we meet up again next week?” The Puffin in his arms squirmed and squawked, as if telling him that if he were to mess up, he’d regret it. Emil rolled his eyes slightly because of the bird before nodding to Katie.

 

“Alright, same place, different time.”

 

 

It had been weeks since they'd first met. Ever since that day, they'd met in the exact same place and simply just talked. May sound like no fun at all to quite a few of you, but Emil loved it for the simple fact that he got the opportunity to learn more about the woman who was so caring.

 

She loved reading, that was one of the first things she established, and one of the first few things they had in common. They both loved nature over man made items, as well as animals, as if it wasn't proven the day she brought Mr. Puffin back to him.

 

They had so much in common. He guessed it was part of the reason why he wanted to talk to her. This day though, was different. He had waited for hours, the morning sun slowly rising greater before it started falling, morphing into that of the afternoon.

 

The pang of guilt in his gut just wouldn't dare to leave. It was like a parasite, if it were to leave it would die. Katie had told him that she'd never be even the slightest bit late for anything she labeled as important, least of all hours late.

 

Suddenly, a finger tapped his slumped shoulder, causing him to jump and look up at the figure. Instead of the woman he hoped to see, he saw the Norwegian man. With a simple flick of his wrist, the man held before the other a letter, signed by the woman he had been seeing.

 

The guilt was quickly washed over with fear as his finger tore open the letter. His left hand started shaking slightly as he pulled the letter out of its bindings. His dark, rich blue eyes scanned the written letters as he absorbed the meaning behind the words.

 

She couldn't see him, not like she didn't want to, it was Alfred who prevented her from leaving the land of the United States. She was the representation of Washington.

Emil started to feel anger spread over his heart, he didn't want to lose the only person who stopped to read his life's story.

 

But he stopped when he saw the last paragraph.

 

'We could meet on the coast of Maine, my friend said she would be more than happy to allow me to come. I can't wait to see you again. Hopefully you come so I could tell you something. It's pretty important.'

 

A smile slowly appeared upon his face as he ran to get a ship ready. The rest of the group he was in, came, either to wish him good luck or to ask where he was going. He softly said he was going to see a friend. He shipped off before anyone could question him as to what friend exactly.

 

It was quite the travel.

 

But when his feet hit dry land again, he saw her. She smiled as he walked closer, a slight cough irradiating from him before they turned and started walking. She said something quietly as she stopped, her body slowing his. Her head was tipped up, so when Emil saw her neck bent in the angle she had it, he couldn't help but look up.

 

The Northern lights shined brightly across the sky.

 

He felt a bit of heat flow onto his cheeks as he remembered what exactly he had etched in them early this day. The woman besides him giggled before she leaned closer to him, her eyes never breaking from the words she saw within the energy.

 

He wrapped his arms around her, warming both of them up. He was glad someone had taken the time to read his natural diary.

 

Glad that he did the things he did to get attention,

 

 

 

To gain those tourists,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To gain...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(I need to stop doing characters I know little to nothing about...They make me feel like my heads going to explode when I'm done with them)