I don't own Hetalia! end/AN/

"RrrrRRRrrrr!"

Denmark looked over to see Iceland flapping his tiny arms, running around with gusto. He laughed, saying, "Ice, what are you doing?"

Instantly quiet, Iceland looked over at him with wide eyes and no answer.

It had been this way for a little while; Iceland seemed to have gotten shy of him, for whatever reason. Denmark couldn't quite pin it down to anything he'd done. He just carried on as if Ice were acting like normal. "Were you being a puffin? Just like Puffin?"

Iceland just kept staring at him, then stuck his fingers in his mouth.

"Well, you sounded a lot like one. Good job," Denmark said, reaching over and patting him on the head.

Finally, Iceland said something. "Noway!" And he ran in the direction of Norway, who had just appeared in the door.

Norway caught him, and easily lifted him up onto his hip. Iceland was just little enough to still fit comfortably.

The tot buried his face shyly against Norway, still sucking on his fingers.

Norway looked over Denmark, asking, with his usual solemn expression, "You haven't scared him again, have you?"

"Of course not. It's just his usual thing; he's been acting weird around me since yesterday." Denmark walked over, and Iceland nearly buried his face in Norway's armpit. Denmark looked at Norway, mouthing, 'watch this' and then saying, "Ice, you can have a cookie if you want. I can give you one. Just c'mere."

Iceland shook his head, face still pressed against Norway.

"See? It's really strange." Denmark felt he had made his point, and Norway would have to see that they had to do something.

Norway deadpanned, "It couldn't have been the headless deer you showed him, I'm sure."

He didn't do that… Oh, wait. He did, didn't he? Shoot. It was like that time he'd tried to teach Iceland to bone a fish; the poor kid had run sobbing to Norway. Then Denmark shook his head. "Ice didn't even cry! He didn't act upset."

"He was pretty pale and shaking when I came out," Norway pointed out.

"I thought he was just cold," Denmark said lamely. He directed his speech back towards Iceland. "Ice, I'm sorry… But sometimes animals have to die. That's how it's supposed to be."

"No," Iceland complained, trying to push Denmark with his foot.

"Yeah," Denmark said, pushing his foot back. "That's how we get all our good food."

"Like bread?" Iceland seemed to actually be considering this.

For the sake of getting Iceland on his side, Denmark nodded. "Yeah, like bread." It wasn't a total lie; they had to kill the wheat to get the bread.

Norway was frowning, but Iceland didn't notice. He pulled away from Norway a bit, to rub his tummy. "I'm hungry."

"I'll feed you," Denmark promised, reaching out to lift Iceland out of Norway's arms. It looked like Norway was going to fight him for a moment, but then he let Iceland go.

The tot was quick to clarify. "I'm only hungry for cookies; no deers."

Denmark laughed, and he could see Norway smiling just a little. "Yeah, okay, Ice. Cookies it is."

Norway was shaking his head, muttering something about Denmark spoiling Iceland.

They both figured that after a while, Iceland would forget about the deer and start eating it again. However, if ever Iceland knew they were having deer, for years afterward, he would refuse to eat it. Apparently, something about looking down a deer's empty neck really stuck with him.

/AN/ Just for the record, puffins sound a lot like chainsaws. Funny, huh? Also, I hope you enjoyed this little bit. I had fun putting it together.