I'm sorry. I couldn't resist.

Title taken from something an Iceland fan said in an interview.

"Aw, look at him. He's so cute."

Iceland growled.

"And he really can't say anything after that game."

"You thought I was lying?" Norway gave Denmark a blank look and set another cup of tea—with the threatened garlic this time, but still no cognac—in front of Iceland.

Denmark ignored him and kept chattering away.

"Poor Icey." He sat down and scooped the protesting boy into a tight hug. "Man, you better not beat France in the next game, or you'll never be able to talk again. Just imagine."

"I'm guessing he's imagining right now how delightful it'd be if you could never speak again," Norway said, patting his brother's bright red cheek.

"I hate you both." Iceland winced as he spoke. Okay, no, talking was definitely not a good idea after all the (semi-)drunk celebrating he'd done with his people about how this was Cod Wars Round 3 and that hey, at least England could come drown his woes in some aquavit and whale watching in Húsavík if he wanted. Relax and help Iceland's economy and maybe learn that there was more to him than a small island and a couple of people.

"Dude, what are you gonna do if you win the whole thing?" Denmark asked with a grin. Iceland swiped at the older Nordic as he tried to muss up his silver hair. "That'd be so fucking cool."

"Don't swear in front of him. He's too young."

Iceland retreated into the cocoon he'd made of the blanket Norway had forced on him as Denmark guffawed and Norway grumbled at him to shut up.

Hidden from the smothering care of his brothers, Iceland grinned.

He'd show France next week. He was sure of it.

Icelanders: your commentator is a legend. And so are all of you. I'm hearing 98-99 percent of the country was watching the Iceland-England game. That is awesome.

A couple of things referenced in this fic: yes, an English reporter brought the Cod Wars up to an Icelandic fan. She said that and their small population were the only things she knew about Iceland. Ha. Ha. (The fan threw a bunch of shade back and it was beautiful.) A tour company in Húsavík also offered free whale watching tickets to the English team after the game. The entire Facebook post is just full of shade. Go look it up. Along with Gummi Ben's commentary, of course. I wouldn't have written these fics without that guy's contagious enthusiasm.

Poor England. Without getting specific, you guys are having a hard time over there. Hope it gets better soon.