Well, I've never seen a story with just these two characters, so yeah. Also, I've suddenly reached a writing block with Savage, because I think I may have a small plot hole problem. T.T But enjoy, mes petites!

I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/

Iceland toddled along excitedly, tipping in several directions as he sped across the room. It made Sweden watch in amusement, butter cookie half way up to his mouth, until he realised just who Ice was hurtling towards. That made him surprised. Didn't Iceland usually stick around Norway's legs and get in the way when Norway was trying to punch the Dane off of himself?

But the white-haired tot slammed into his knees harmlessly, tiny fingers immediately finding handholds in the folds of his clothes. Keeping his body as close as he could, Iceland turned his little face up towards Sweden's, which was looking back down at him. Lips opened to show pearly little teeth, and a lot of gums, since not all his teeth had grown in yet, and he smiled up at Sweden.

Sweden just stared for a short while, with a gaze that would have come off as hostile to the average person. Why the sudden show of affection? It wasn't that Sweden couldn't appreciate it; in fact, he himself was more affectionate than most people thought. He wasn't averse to it. But... Iceland had never done this before. It was only ever Norway, and occasionally Denmark, who got the tiny Nordic's attentions.

He couldn't deny it was nice, however, and smiled, slightly, back down. It seemed to encourage Iceland, and he rubbed his face against Sweden's legs excitedly. "Ba ba ba! Svi! Svi!"

Sweden smiled a little wider at Iceland's nickname for him, and reached down with his unoccupied hand, petting his head gently. Speaking did not come easily to the tall scandinavian, and so while his mind was going through things he could say, such as, 'Oh, you're so sweet... do you want to sit with me?' or 'Do you want to be carried? I've got a free arm...', he just hummed a little, hoping it would make the babe happy.

Iceland burbled back up at him, rasperrying a couple times in the process. It was as though they were communicating, both in nonverbal forms. Finally, Sweden reached down and lifted Iceland by the back of his tunic, hefting him up to rest on his hip. "'s good?"

He got a giggle in response, and then, then he figured out a possible reason Iceland might be acting so friendly, as his little hands stretched out towards Sweden's butter cookie. "Mhm..." he murmured, not handing over the treat. Iceland began to unashamedly complain in his limited vocabulary: "Cookie! Cookie, Svi, cookie!"

Sweden gave a great sigh, and to anyone else, they might have supposed he was angry, that he felt like Iceland was using him to get a treat. But then, he sat down on one of the great wooden chairs, balancing Iceland on his bent leg. Said tot was beginning to whine, as though he were really entitled to the snack.

However, Sweden could not feel any animosity towards Ice; in fact, he was finding him rather cute, despite what his expression might have suggest. Stern-faced, he broke off one piece of the cookie, intending to murmur that he didn't want Iceland to choke, but instead just saying, "H're."

A squeak of delight, and Iceland promptly crammed his face. He began to talk, which mostly consisted of the words 'Svi' and 'Oniichan' being repeated along with a bunch of sounds Iceland probably thought were perfectly intelligable. The slightest smile appeared on Sweden's face, as he went to break off another piece.

If this was what little kids were really like, he wanted one someday.

/AN/ I know, it's so short, and I fear no one will like the way I wrote Sweden... I think it's my first time really writing him. Sure, I've had him show up in stories once or twice, but that's about it. Ah well, I bet Sweden needs more stories that aren't just Sufin!