Today was Iceland's birthday. He had expected it to be the worst day of the year. Why? Because the Nordics annoyed him. Especially on this day. He made sure to get up early so he didn't have to deal with a cheesy birthday song.
However, someone was ahead of him.
Iceland got to the kitchen. Even though he thought he would be the first one there someone else was there. Norway.
They both made eye contact to eachother. "Happy birthday Ice," said Norway breaking the scilence. "I have two choices for you to make."
"For your birthday I could A: kill Denmark
or I could
eat your ass."
Iceland proceeded to throw Norway's coffee in Norway's face.
The fucking end.
