WARNING: This is possibly the cheesy-est fic I have ever written. Enjoy ;)

Cautiously you put your hand in the hat and began to search for something of interest. You felt something soft rubs against your palm and decided you wanted that. You grabbed the object and it pulled out. The soft object was a mini plush of... Mr Puffin?

You didn't need to think hard to figure of who this might belong to.

Before you had a chance to say anything you heard Denmarks voice bellow through the room.

"Hey Icy! Looking like your dreams are becoming true tonight!"

Obviously this made the both of you blush. Without a word Iceland beelined towards you and the Dane, grabbed the plush from your hand and walked towards the broom cupboard, you slowly followed behind.

Once inside Denmark shut the door on you two "Just 7 minutes you two so don't get too frisky" he jokes.

"Shut it Dane." Iceland yelled back.

For the first minute neither of you said anything. All that could be heard was the music playing in the next room. The lack of words was driving you crazy so you decided to speak up.

"That's a cute plush you've got there. Did your big brother get that for you?" You asked. You had to admit you had a small- okay huge crush on Iceland, but the urge to tease him was always to tempting. He was just so cute when he got wound up.

"No." He muttered.

"What about that shirt, did your big brother buy you that?" You asked, pushing the 'big brother' thing. It was no secret that referring to Norway as big brother was the easiest way to wind him up.

"No." He repeated seeming a little more snappy that usual.

"Okay. So have you spoken to your big brother tonight?" You prodded once more.

"Why is it you are always talking of Norway? Are you liking him or something?" He replied, his voice a mix of anger and something else you couldn't quite figure.

"What me? No! I'm just curious to see how the two of you are getting along, you know since the DNA test." Norway? He thought you liked Norway? You weren't sure whether to laugh or cry. Norway was defiantly not your type, maybe you didn't show it much but you very much liked Iceland. It seemed as if everyone but Iceland knew that.

"Yeah right. I do not believe you." Without warning he pushed the cupboard door open and stormed out leaving you alone and extremely confused. Had you pushed the joke to far? Or was he angry because he thought you liked Norway. Did that mean he liked you back? And why wasn't that door locked? Your mind was so full of questions it almost hurt.

Once the initial shock of being abandoned sunk in you began to go after him. By the time you'd caught up he was already half way down the street, no doubt heading for his car. You'd been so distracted at the party that you hadn't realised it had started to rain, until now anyway.

"Iceland! Iceland wait! Please?" You called after him, fortunately you managed to catch up and grab his arm before he reached his destination. Unfortunately you managed to catch him in the middle of a rather large puddle. The water was already seeping into your shoes but you didn't care.

"Iceland, I'm sorry if I upset you. I was just joking around, don't leave. Please?" You rushed your words out and simultaneously sucked in as much air as you could, you hadn't realized how unfit you were.

"I'm really sorry, please come back to the party." You pleaded, you really didn't want him to go, especially because of you.

"Why? So I can see you obsessing over Norway or big brother as you all are wanting me to call him. " He shot back at you.

"Is that what this is about? Iceland, I don't like Norway. I like you. I like you a lot. Please don't be mad." You had realized what you said until the words came out of your mouth. In part you regretted them but you were glad it was out there. Iceland finally knew how you felt.

"Y-you mean it? Things like that aren't something to be joking about." He stuttered slightly, his faced seemed to lighten up a little.

"No, no I'm not joking. I mean it. I like you so much it hurts me to think that you believe I like someone else. I only talk about Norway so much because it wind you up and you look cute when your all flustered." You watched as his cheeks began to burn and couldn't help bit think he looked just as cute.

"I'm sorry" you repeated, losing count of how many times you'd said those words.

"I like you too [Name]." His eyes feel to his feet trying to avoid your gaze.

"Really?" Everything suddenly felt so surreal. It was like something straight out of a RomCom.

"Really." He nodded his head.

All common sense forgotten you leaped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, in return his arms stretched out around your waist and brought you a little closer.

"I'm so happy." You sighed, your eyes welling up with happy tears.

"Yes it is good to be getting it of my chest." He smiled at you then brought one hand up to wipe away one of the salty droplets falling from your eyes. It was amazing how he'd spotted it against the many raindrops that had already hit your face.

"So is this the part were we get to kiss?" he asked, now it was your turn to blush. You quickly nodded your head, a girlish giggle escape your lips.

Slowly, letting his fingers softly stroke your cheek he rand his hand down to your chin and used it to bring your face closer to his. Simultaneously you parted your lips and let your eyes flutter shut. A second later you felt a pair of fairly soft, plump lips press against yours. For a moment you stayed like that, until you pushed yourself up on your tip toes thus deepening the kiss. In return Iceland slipped his tongue out and very faintly ran it across your bottom lip, you didn't hesitate in opening up and letting him in. His mouth tasted strongly of liquorice. You didn't let brother you, it was actually quite intoxicating. Iceland began to move his tongue around your mouth leaving no corner untouched, meanwhile you let your hands wonder up into his now sopping wet hair, then they moved down and you started to rub your fingers against his surprisingly toned chest.

You could of happily stayed like this all night, practically curled into each other but alas all great thing come to an end. You were pulled away from your kiss when the sound of clapping and numerous wolf whistles pierced the air. You both turned to see the rest of the Nordics and some other party guests crowding out of the door, applauding the two of you.

Denmarks voice obviously stood out from the rest,"Wahhay! Icy is finally getting some!"

"Shut it Denmark!"

Yes, defiantly like something out of a RomCom.

A/N: That was fun, I hope you liked it. I'm thinking The King shall be making an apperance next.