IcelandxReader:What? Were you expecting something?

You stared at your best friend, Sweden, with the biggest 'what the fuck' face you could possibly muster. He had just told you that he bought two countries off of eBay; one was named Iceland and the other was Sealand. He stared right back at you with his super intimidating face. You couldn't help yourself and burst out laughing, patting his shoulder.

"I don't know why Finland finds that look of yours so scary. You look like you're constipated. It's so fucking funny." You giggle snorted, covering your mouth with one tanned hand.

Sweden continued to gawk at you, making you laugh even harder. Then, a sudden thought struck you like a sack of bricks.

"Hey Sweden, did you ever actually succeed in getting all of Estonia and Latvia from that Poland guy?"

He just shook his head in response.

"Aw dude, that sucks. Can I come over to your place? I'm really interested in meeting the countries you bought."

You were the country of (Name), a small island off the west coast of America, who had sovereignty over you but treated you almost like you were an independent nation. You had first met Sweden at a World Conference you were forced to attend. In the beginning, Sweden had seemed scary as hell, but you quickly learned that his 'glare' was really just his usual facial expression, and that he truly meant well, even though his actions were peculiar. Unfortunately, other countries had a hard time realizing this and constantly had to try not to piss themselves with fear.

Sweden nodded curtly, snapping you out of your reminiscing thoughts.

You grinned cheekily at him and punched his shoulder lightly. "Well then, what're we waiting for? Let's go already!"

You absolutely loved the prospect of new friends, and followed him eagerly as he began leading the way to his large, tidy home. Sweden unlocked the door, and you saw a small blonde haired boy who looked about the age of twelve sitting in front of a television. He was staring at the Pokemon on the screen as if mesmerized. The boy gave no sign that he had even noticed you at all.

"Sealand, I want you to meet (Name)." Sweden said to him, and the little boy paid absolutely no attention whatsoever, still watching at the show. The older nation looked a little more intimidating than usual, and placed a box that said 'England' over the short boy's head. Sweden started shaking it none too gently, and the box promptly began wailing, "Please stop it!"

Sweden finally removed the box, and the Sealand looked up at him with tearful baby blue eyes. "I'm sorry!" He cried.
Finally noticing you, a wide grin came over his cute, boyish face. "Hello, I'm Sealand! It's nice to meet you!"

You smiled, and introduced yourself as (Name). The boy smiled cheerfully at you before returning to his Pokemon show. Sweden grunted once, and out the corner of your eye, you noticed a very attractive man sitting silently at the dinner table. The man had a short, glossy silver-white bedhead and mysterious dark purple eyes that looked like many secrets were hidden behind them. You were instantly intrigued by him, and had the sudden urge to get to know him.

"Who is that?" You asked Sweden quietly, not wanting to seem rude.

Sweden looked at you before replying, "That's Iceland."

You smiled to yourself, and started approaching him. Iceland merely glanced at you with blank purple eyes as you came closer.

"Hi, I'm (Name)." You said with a kind smile plastered onto your face.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Iceland." He replied coolly, and you saw something resembling a puffin sitting at his feet, except it had a black belly rather than the white stomach most puffins sported.

"That's a cute bird, what's its name?" You remarked, pointing a finger at the strange animal.

"I'm not an 'it'! I am Mr. Puffin!" The bird retorted peevishly. You flinched in surprise, wondering when the hell birds had become capable of speech.

"I'm sorry about him." Iceland said apologetically, pressing one hand down on the bird's head quite brutally.

You laughed lightly, and replied, "It's quite alright, there was no harm done."

He nodded and you racked your brain, searching for something else to say. Iceland didn't seem to be the person to carry on a conversation for very long, and you were starting to feel the beginnings of an awkward silence approaching.

"So, Iceland…Why did you sell yourself on eBay?" You asked, trying to start a discussion.

"I wanted to be more well-known." The nation replied calmly, as Mr. Puffin laughed obnoxiously.

"Haha! Don't let his cool exterior fool you! He's actually very hot blooded and passionate deep down!" The bird crowed, looking smug.

Iceland smacked him angrily. "Shut up!" He grumbled.

You stifled a tiny giggle, and felt the mystery around him deepen further. Now you really wanted to get to know him better. Iceland glanced at you, and you saw a light pink tinge brushing his cheeks as he turned away, clearly embarrassed by his pet's behavior.

"Sorry you had to see that." He muttered, a small frown appearing on his good looking face.

"Don't apologize, it was kind of funny." You told him, causing him to look down.

"Haha, what did I tell you?" Mr. Puffin declared rudely. You definitely were beginning see why Iceland was irritated. The bird was beginning to annoy you as well.

"Ugh." Iceland put his head in his hands, and stared pointedly at the table as if it were particularly interesting. You felt a pang of sympathy for the country, and were just about to pat his shoulder reassuringly when a bubbly voice called out, "Iceland, let's go out to the garden with (Name)!"

You turned around to see Sealand standing there excitedly. Pokemon must be over now, you mused.

"…Okay." Iceland stood up briskly, shooting a final death glare at Mr. Puffin. He looked at you and said, "Follow me."

You complied enthusiastically, walking behind the two of them to a beautiful lush green garden filled with every single type of flower or plant you could possibly imagine. Who knew Sweden liked to garden? you asked yourself.

"Hey you guys, let's play a game!" Sealand chirped, gazing at you and Iceland with baby blue eyes filled with happiness.

"We only have three people." Iceland pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, we can ask Finland and Latvia to come over! Then we'd have five!" The boy responded, and Iceland shrugged nonchalantly, clearly not caring either way.

"Are you there, Mr. Sweden?" You heard Finland's voice from the house, sounding apprehensive.

Sealand grinned. "Perfect timing! I hear Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania too!"
He was right, as you could practically hear the Baltic Nations quivering with anxiety. A menacing aura suddenly chilled the air around you.   

"Oh no! Russia's here too…." Sealand squeaked, looking absolutely terrified. You shuddered, understanding how he felt. Why did Chuck Norris the second come? you thought fearfully. The truth was, Russia scared everyone shitless and you were definitely not an exception.

"Russia's here? I should go greet him…" Iceland muttered, heading back inside the house.

Sealand looked as if he were about to piss himself.
"A-Actually, I'm going to go play with Latvia. S-Sorry (Name), but R-Russia's really scary…" The little boy said; running into the house like the devil was on his tail.

You gave his disappearing back the infamous 'no shit' look, and wondered where the hell you were going to hide.

Iceland and Russia emerged from the house, talking quietly to one another. Iceland's face looked suspicious, but the larger nation had his usual innocent, childish smile. Upon seeing you, the two of them began approaching.

"Hello, Russia." You inwardly beamed with pride at the fact that your voice had managed to remain steady.

"привет." He replied in a cute, childlike tone that made your knees knock together.

Iceland remained quiet, and you noticed that he was standing next to a white rose bush. You smiled, thinking about how perfectly they went with his complexion. White roses definitely suit Iceland, you thought.

"THROW THE CHEESE!" You suddenly heard a voice yell. The words were a bit slurred, making the owner of the voice sound extremely drunk. To your shock, Switzerland, of all the nations was stumbling around, holding a large chunk of cheap Swiss cheese and aiming it at Iceland's head, getting ready to throw it. A red-faced, utterly humiliated Liechtenstein was trailing after him timidly, probably wondering what the hell had gotten into her usually stoic brother. Yup, he was definitely drunker than Jack Sparrow.

You desperately tried not to laugh your ass off, but failed miserably. Doubling over, you were practically crying your eyeballs out with laughter. You could scarcely breathe, and your breath was hoarse as you struggled to regain composure.

Looking over at Iceland, you saw him snickering with amusement as well. Switzerland did a total 'FUUUU' face, and chucked the cheese at the other nation's head. Bulls-eye. Silver-white hair met golden Swiss cheese. It was a hilarious combination, in your opinion.

Iceland's face warped into a 'bring it, bitch' look as he picked up the nearest object, which happened to be a lovely white rose and threw it at Switzerland's forehead, stem-first. Thus began the cheese vs. rose war, and pretty soon everybody, even Sweden, had begun to choose sides. You immediately went over to Iceland's team along with Sealand, Latvia, and Russia. Estonia, Liechtenstein, Sweden, and Lithuania chose Switzerland. The war dragged on for hours, with Russia comically pulling out his blood-stained faucet pipe, making poor Lithuania do a spit take and run away half-sobbing with fear. Things began to get heated when Switzerland pulled out his gun, stuffed with cheese bullets. You mentally groaned as you realized things were about to get very, well, cheesy.

The war finally ended in Iceland's favor, due to Mr. Puffin accidentally eating the rest of the Swiss cheese. During the game, you felt as if you had gotten to know Iceland much better and definitely learned what his pet bird had been saying about him being 'hot-blooded' and 'passionate' deep down.

Exhausted from the game, all of you returned to the house for some ice-cold refreshments. Sighing with relief, you downed a nice, cool Coca-Cola that felt great against your sore throat. You wiped your wet mouth with a napkin, sitting down on the plush red couch to relax your tired body. To your surprise, Iceland sat down right next to you, holding a glass of pure water. Silence fell over the chatting nations as they gawked at you and Iceland with a 'What just happened?' expression plastered onto their faces.
One minute of complete, utter awkward silence passed.
Then another.

"What? Were you expecting something?" Iceland asked them, tipping his head to one side in confusion.

"No, no. Of course not." Liechtenstein replied sweetly, and the silence quickly passed with the nations starting to resume their previous conversations. When you finally stood up to leave, Iceland grabbed your tanned wrist. His hand was quite cold, probably from the water, and you felt your face growing increasingly pink. Looking over your shoulder, you wondered what he was stopping you for.

"Ég elska þig, (Name)." He said, his mysterious violet eyes boring into your (e/c) ones.

Your cheeks began to slowly turn a dark shade of red as you stammered something along the lines of "W-what? I...I don't speak Icelandic."
That was only an excuse for him to speak in English, of course. You wanted to hear the three words in your own language.

"I love you." He repeated, still holding your wrist. You grinned cheekily at him and didn't respond. Iceland continued to stare into your eyes until you smirked and replied,

"What, were you expecting something?"