This is my first Hetalia story. I do not own anything except my own characters: My Malaysia OC and her companion.
" Aww, come on tough guy!" Mr Puffin pleaded to his owner, Iceland. The little bird was flapping around the room while the Icelandic boy was busy with the stacks of paperwork.
Iceland sighed and pinch the bridge of his nose. Obviously, he's been like this since last week during the world meeting and his Norwegian friend, Norway wanted to call him to call him 'Big Brother'. " Nei. I'm busy," said Iceland, without looking at the bird.
Mr Puffin perched on top of Iceland's head and craned his neck to look at his paperwork. " Why waste your time doing all of this crap?" he asked with sarcasm. " It's not like your life depends on these papers. You need to get laid with a girl or two and maybe a little game of 'Shirts and Skins'"
Suddenly, Iceland slammed his fist on the table. " Enough! Just let me work in peace."
The puffin pecked his head with his coloured beak. " You know why people tease you?" he squawked angrily. " You don't know how to relax! All I wanted I nice time with ya and you picked work over me? Fine, have it you way Mr Heart-Of-Ice."
With that, Mr Puffin flew out from the window to get away from the argument. Iceland gave out a frustrated sigh. ' Why does he have to be like this?' he thought to himself. ' Damn it! I thought he could learn some manners but I guess not.'
Iceland looked at his paperwork. " Maybe he's right. Maybe I am a little up-tight."
He thought to himself until his eyes sparked with an idea. ' I know, I'll finish my paperwork and then I can go out and play with Mr Puffin!" So without further ado, Iceland worked on his papers as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile,
Mr Puffin was flying over Reykjavik, trying to find something to do. ' Man,' he thought to himself. ' What is that guy's problem? Every time I'm around him, he's always piss off with either me or the other Nordics.' He landed on top of a boulder that shows the view of Elliðaá river.
Suddenly, he saw a salmon lying unguarded by the other side. He flew across and examined the fish carefully. " It's ashamed someone left it here," Mr Puffin shrugged. " Oh well, finders-keepers."
He gobbled up the fish until it was nothing but a bone. But, the puffin felt a searing pain in his head.
" What...the..hell?" he slurred and before he knew it, someone grabbed him and tied his beak and placed him in a sack.
Oh, I wonder who kidnapped Mr Puffin? Well just like I said, I do not own anyone except my Malaysia OC and her companion. Please review and I hope it's alright :)