I wrote this ficlet at 5 in the morning yesterday after a sleepless night, so I have absolutely no idea how this is as I've not really read over It's a bit cracky, but that was how I felt when i wrote it. Please forgive me for my grammatical mistakes,which I'm sure exists somewhere in here. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own. Never will.
The new friend
Iceland was not that fond of Norway's new friend.
The new guy stared at him with brown, sparkly eyes and with what could only be described as a big smile on his face.
Iceland did not like it.
He stared back at Norway's new aquaintance, but instead of looking at him with kindness in his eyes, he gave him a full-out glare. This did not seem to bother the newcomer who, if anything, only seemed happier.
«Go away!» said Iceland quite bluntly, as subtleness did not appear to work.
Nope, he still sat there, no, wait! He moved! Yes, Iceland shoots and scores! The new guy went out of the chair he had sat in and was just about to turn into the kit- No! It started to make it's way towards the Icelandic boy!
«Stop!» tried Iceland as the new guy came nearer «Stay away!»
But it was too late. The newcomer launched himself at Iceland, still with that happy smile on his face.
«No, no, no!» wailed Iceland, but luckily his saviour was right around the corner.
«Lurven, down,» came a firm voice as Norway came out from the kitchen, with a tray with coffee and biscuits on it in his hands.
The dog obeyed and sat down, still looking quite happy.
«Good boy,» said Norway as he sat the tray down on the coffee table and sat himself down in the chair the dog had occupied earlier. «I thought you liked dogs, Island?» Norway asked his little brother, who had gone back to glaring at the ever so happy dog.
«I do,» Iceland replied and took a sip of the coffee Norway had just poured him. «I just don't like this dog.» He sighed. «Why the heck did you have to choose a lundehund?» In reply, the Norwegian just smirked.
AN: Norwegian lundehund is a dog race originating in Norway. The word lundehund can be translated into puffindog, because it was used to hunt puffins, and it was very good at it. Hence why Iceland (and his puffins, who stays far away from it) is not fond of sweet little Lurven xD Oh, and Lurven is the dog's name, if anyone didn't get that ^.^ And I totally had Alexander the dog from FMA on my mind when I wrote the launched-part xD except that this dog is alot smaller... that kinda ruins it ._. I failed to notice just how small (about 35 cm in height xD) when writing this and I really imagined it to be quite alot bigger xP
Island is the Norwegian word for Iceland.