They had met on July 7, 1941. The U.S occupation of Iceland.

When America had gone off to fight in the Pacific and European theaters Iceland had written him letters. When America came back the two were inseparable.

They were never really sure what to call their relationship. Friendship? Dating? There was kissing involved definitely, but they never went farther than that. America never wanted to go farther than that, and as for Iceland, well he slept and made out with a number of other people.

Then one day they found a name for themselves.


America pulled Iceland onto the couch, kneeling on the cushions as he stared at the other boy.

Iceland gave him an alarmed look, "so…" he began, "You had something to tell me?"

America nodded, "yeah...I-uh, I was on facebook and I found this word, I did some research and I um…well I think I'm aro ace."

Iceland blinked at him, "what does that mean?"

"Well uh, see turns out sexual and romantic attraction are separate thing, and like aromantic means you don't feel romantic attraction and asexual means you don't feel…" America stopped mid-sentence when he saw the look on Iceland's face. The boy had both hands pressed to his cheeks in thought, his eyes were wide and his lips were pursed.

"...Iceland?" America whispered. He was nervous about his partners response, maybe he shouldn't have come out…"You-you know I still love you as a friend! It's not that I-"

"That's me!" Iceland exclaimed in bewilderment.

America only gave him a confused look, "sorry, what?"

"Aromantic. That's me, that's exactly me," he looked up at America excitedly, grabbing his hands and squeezing them gently, "Thank you! "

"So you're not mad?"

"No! I'm elated!"

"Oh, well that's good," He smiled, "So um, I found this other term while I was researching...quasiplatonic relationship, and if you're not romantically attraction to me then I think it might fit us perfectly."

"What does it mean?"

"It's like a romantic relationship, but no one is romantically attracted to each other."

"Nice," said Iceland, leaning up to kiss Alfred, "quasiplatonic it is then."

AN: I love qp AmeIce so I indulged myself.

But yeah idk if I get a good response to this I might write more of it, who know.

Reviews are always welcome~