Norway had no idea what "Phallological" meant, so naturally when Iceland asked him if he wanted to go to the Phallological museum, Norway said yes.
To be perfectly honest, he expected long halls, some closets, some displays showing off some scripts and such. Iceland WAS a book enthusiast after all, something he had gotten from his older brother.
A huge museum filled with books and old scrolls seemed like a good idea for the two to bond in his opinion. Maybe they had some of the old animal leather they used to paint runes on?

But no.
When Iceland led him into the building and into the first room, he was proven wrong.
Oh, so wrong.
It turned out phallological meant penis. Or, a lot of penises. From any mammal there was.
Norway was sure his eyes had never been more wide than they were right now. The sheer amount of genitalia was... impressive.
Some were mounted on the walls, and some were in containers in some liquid. He guessed they were placed like that to last. A shudder went through him as he stared at one closely. Exactly WHY did his brother need these to last?! Was he...did he use these or something? no..nonono don't think like that! FUCK
Iceland seemed happy though... he was talking like he knew all the guide's words. How many times had he been in here? Was this his personal collection?
His head was starting to spin. Was this his fault?! His baby brother had been influenced greatly by him after all. Did he do something that made his darling, innocent brother into this pervert?!
No, it couldn't have been him. He didn't show sick tendencies. Not even in books he had!
Then who else?
Norway suddenly snapped to attention when Iceland announced that they go to the next room.
Was he supposed to show interest? It was his little brother's passion after all... He was the one who wanted to go here. He should be a good brother and act interested while he figured out why he became like this.

Iceland was feeling different than usual. Something in his chest that made him giggle quietly to himself and add a spring in his step. It was happiness, right? That feeling? He was sure of it. It had been a while since he last felt this giddy. But his brother seemed so interested in the museum, and Iceland couldn't help but feel a bit happy. If this museum was interesting before, it was deemed awesome now! Even his stiff older brother regarded every item in here with interest and fascination! That MUST mean it was respected by another nation! Finally he could send advertisement to other nations too and not be made fun of! This was one of the best days in his life!
He didn't even question Norway's purchase of the dick joke t-shirt from the gift shop. Not even the phone call Norway made to Denmark where he yelled at him for "ruining my darling brother"
No, nothing could penetrate Iceland's happiness this day.

His museum was awesome, even big brother thinks so.