"Iceland?"
"Hm?" The white haired nation looked up at his Asian companion and established eye contact.
"I have a question." Hong Kong said. Iceland gave a slight nod ushering him to continue. "Well, if Greenland is really cold, and your, well, not quite as cold, then why are you called Iceland? Shouldn't it be the other way around?" he questioned.
"You already know the answer to that." the smaller boy replied. It was true, throughout the ages Iceland had lost count of how many times he had been asked about his naming and the answer had always been the same.
"True, but I'd like to hear you explain it." Hong Kong gave a slight tilt of his head and his gaze softened ever so slightly.
"Tsk, you wanna know the real reason?"
"Sure. Whatever."
"My name is Iceland because my brothers were and still are cold hearted, greedy idiots." he said curtly. Hong Kong stifled a laugh.
"I'm sure they love you too..."
AN: I have no clue what this was. This is my first drabble, and I'd say it turned out okay. I love HongIce (and I shipped it before Hetaween 2011)
And I'm not really sure about the origins of Iceland's name, but I think it had something to do with the vikings trying to trick other settlers into living on the cold crappy piece of land that is Greenland and keeping Iceland to themselves. Tsk tsk Norway, that's not very nice now is it?