AN: Enjoy the crack of this, and Happy late birthday, Iceland! :D

Iceland was frantic. Mr. Puffin had been missing for over a week, and hadn't come back on his own. Which made him wonder where his beloved puffin could be. "NORWAY!" he yelled over the phone to his brother (Although he would never acknowledge this to Norway's face). "MR. PUFFIN IS MISSING SO GET YOURSELF OVER HERE AND BRING DENMARK IF POSSIBLE!"

"…You missed a few commas in your speaking."

Iceland had already hung up on Norway by this time and was on the way to the airport to pick them up when they could finally arrive and help him find Mr. Puffin. Which, because they are epical awesome countries and all, shouldn't take long (In Iceland's mind). The next day, he saw Norway and Denmark staggering up to the airport, both of them muttering "never again…"

"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!" he shouted at them both, ignoring their apparent lack of sleep. "D-Denmark suggested w-we take a- a- AWWWNNNNN boat," Norway mumbled, yawning in the middle of the sentence because he was so tired. Iceland only fumed. "WHY DID THE BOAT TAKE SO LONG?"

Denmark gave him a very sleepy look. "It waaaaaaas a Viking boat," he explained, holding Norway, who had fallen asleep on his feet. "Ten more minutes," Denmark muttered, falling asleep, too. Only he didn't stay on his feet and Norway and Denmark went falling down.

Iceland sighed, and decided to take matters into his own hands. So he poured water over them. Both got up, spitting and gagging. Norway glared at Iceland, making it clear he wasn't happy, and pulled him down so he couldn't move. Iceland tried kicking him, but it didn't work, and Norway fell asleep with Iceland for a teddy bear and Denmark with his Norgie as a teddy bear, which was understandably awkward for Iceland.

When the other two nations finally were able to wake up after a night of rowing a boat way too big for only two people to row, they were very sore. So Iceland couldn't get them to go searching. This caused a minor explosion in Iceland because of his fury, but it didn't really matter much because it was too tiny to be recorded.

The next day, they finally started the search. Of course, it was really only Iceland who was searching; Norway and Denmark were just looking in wide sweeps across the land. When I said Iceland was searching, he was really searching hard.

"Mr. Puffin?" Iceland called, looking behind a tree.

"Mr. Puffin?" Iceland called, looking behind a rock.

"Mr. Puffin?" Iceland called, looking behind a pebble.

"Gee, is your brother always this… thorough?" Denmark asked Norway, as they watched Iceland start scattering a whole field of pebbles. "No. When he starts looking behind individual pine needles, he's thorough," Norway said, in such a voice that it made this seem like a regular occurrence. "Oh…"

Finally, just when Iceland was about to give up hope, he spotted his puffin. "MR. PUFFIN~" he practically chirped, not really expecting an answer. But he got one. And that's when he stopped, several feet from his puffin. "You're kidding me."

Denmark and Norway ran up right behind him, and gaped at the sight before them, too. There, by Mr. Puffin, was a nest with eggs, some looking about ready to hatch, and one already hatched. "You mean… Mr. Puffin is a… GIRL?" Denmark asked, confused. Iceland jaw was nearly on the ground. "That means… I'm an uncle…?"

This thought was too much for Iceland, and he fainted, right in front of the startled Norway and Denmark. "Happy Birthday, Iceland?" Norway said.