Puffins

The meeting room was disastrous. Not that it wasn't always, just today was worse. Norway was attempting to actually kill Denmark, not just seriously injure. Even worse, Germany couldn't find the meeting plans.

"Ve, Doitsu, where are your paper-stuffs? Oh wait! I know I know I know! Doitsu Doitsu Doitsu Doitsu!" Germany sighed.

"Yes, Italia," he said, "and no, we can not have pasta yet."

"I bet something ate them!"

"That's ridiculous!" America chimed in. "And if anyone knew where they went, it would be me. I SAFE THEM!" England then looked up from his embroidery.

"How many times must I tell you, it's 'I save you.'"

"Hahaha! Silly Iggy! I. SAFE. YOU. Even awesome Prussia said it was. Right, Prussia?"

"Abso-awesome-lutley! And if my awesomeness said so, then its true. Right Belward?" Belward then looked up from where he was sitting.

"Whatever makesya happy, I guess… wait…Germany didn'tcha say you're missin' s'me papers 'r somthin'?"

"um…" an unfamiliar voice joined the others. It had an unrecognizable accent that only a few nations could recognize. "Veeee? Ve, Doitsu, whos that?"

"Um…I'm Iceland…Germany did Italy say that something…ate the papers you had? Because-"

"Yes, he did say that," Germany interrupted, "I don't know what he's thinking…" A look of annoyance came into Denmark's eyes. He'd expected this.

"Um, well…I think that…Puffin ate it."

Silence.

"You know the bird puffin. They-"Finland was cut off as usual by England.

"Stay out of this, Finland. So what's a puffin?"

"It's a type of bird, like a penguin, sort of."

"THAT'S WHAT I SAID!"

"Um…" Iceland really didn't want to hurt Finland's feelings. Last time someone did that, Norway nearly started WW3. In short, not very fun. "Well, like Finland said," he made sure to mention Finland, "They are birds. I just don't quite know where he is. Puffin?"

At that moment, an awkward looking bird appeared in the doorway.

"Waak!" Well, it was defiantly awkward…

"Ice, why do you keep that thing?" Denmark looked questioningly at his fellow Nordic, who was affectionately petting Puffin.

"Well, it's not like we could get rid of it before, right? Now, Puffin, where are Germany's papers?"

"Waaaaak." Nope, he was not going to give Iceland an easy time.

"All right, give." Iceland squeezed the little bird, which spit out the papers, and what looked like England's cooking…or something off the sidewalk.

"Um…here…"Iceland gave Germany the papers.

"Er…thanks…" He did not like slimy papers. The others in the meeting room looked over at Puffin as it…well it was doing something awkward.

Then Iceland made the situation worse by picking up the little bird and poking it, then holding it to his ear.

"Nor, I don't know what it is; I just know Puffin ate it. … What? Oh, um I'm sorry. Didn't you say you were going to Giant? … oh, all right…do you see any of those little cake things? … Good…yes and more soap. What happened to it? Puffin ate it, what else? Ok…ok…I don't know it's just awkward! … Ok bye."

"Um…"Prussia looked at the other nation in confusion. "Either that's the most awesome cell ever, or the weirdest puffin in the world."

"It's probably both…"

"Iceland." Norway appeared in the room from somewhere unknown. "We need to go. And for Oslo's sake get rid of that awkward bird."