Glem jeg sa det - Forget I said that
My eyes were twitching, head spinning with the worst headache I have had yet. The American man was louder than a house alarm. He didn't Need to be that loud, did he?
"Alright, dudes! Just so you all know, the next meeting will be held in Spain's country! We're swapping things up since some people have been nagging that the meetings are b-o-r-i-n-g and un-productive! How's that for productive, huh? I expect everyone to be there on time! Okay? Okay! Over-and-out guys!" The vociferous blonde jumped down from the table, heading outside from the rather replete room. The nations started conversation between themselves in their seats, before standing and leaving.
"You've got to be joking." Norway muttered, his expression non-changing. He kicks Denmark's chair lightly, waking him from his silent sleep. This was bad. It would mean not just Lukas, but All of the Nordics would have to go to Spain. They were bound to melt. It's like leaving an ice-cube in an oven on full temperature. Norway especially did NOT enjoy heat to any extent. He looked over to see the other's reaction, as Finland made a noise of anxiety, slowly slipping down the chair. Sweden pulled him back up gently, a worried expression on the his usually stern face.
"I've never been to Spain.." Iceland suddenly says, not showing any sign of displeasure. By this time, the room was nearly vacant. Iceland stood up, walking out, knowing Norway would slowly follow behind. Wasn't Spain the one who was always happy? The one that was forever seen with that sulky Italian? The one Emil always saw himself looking at over the table. They would sit across from each other, and Spain would always say "Good morning, amigo!" to him. Emil chuckled to himself, watching the ground as he got to their car. He waited for the others to get there, before they all went home.
All through the ride home, green eyes played as a repeat tape in Emil's head. Norway glanced over now and again, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw the other's even-more-depressed-than-usual look. Maybe Ice was worried about the heat as well? Yes, that must be it. He returned to telling off Denmark for swerving the car back and forth over the roads.
"DENMARK, YOU IDIOT, STOP!"
Iceland was pretty used to this on the way back from meetings. Sweden and Finland being gross, Denmark and Norway fighting, and himself just siting patiently with Mr Puffin. He wouldn't know what he would do without his bird friend. Emil probably wouldn't make it an hour to say the least. Well, look at the bright side. It got his mind off those green eyes. Those Spanish green orbs...
"DO YOU ACTUALLY?! NO. JUST, NO. DENMARK. COME HERE AND GET YOUR ASS KICKED."
You see, Iceland had not heard every word, but he did hear something about Den knocking over Norge's coffee. He would pray for Mathias, but Emil needed a shower. The next meeting wasn't for a couple of days, you're fine. Stop over-reacting. Go back to being strict like your big brother.
The warm water running down his back made him jump slightly, but he slowly got used to the rapid change in heat. Iceland's hair was actually blonde, but all of the stress turns it a weird-sort-of-white colour. He remembered meeting the other members of the world, half of them would compliment him on his white hair, how it fit his complexion or whatever you call it. They were probably just sweet talking him, he knew this, but he couldn't help a small smile. He did the rest of the things you would usually do in a shower ( I don't have any sort of idea as to what men do in the shower- I don't really want to know, actually ) and steeped out, the lilac towel hanging off his waist. Mr Puffin was siting on his bed, looking at him as if he wanted to say something. Iceland shook his head, imagining things was no good.
"So, Mr Puffin, no more going outside. It's already ten to nine at night. *Caw* Yes, yes, but what happened last time I let you stay out this late? *Caw caw* That's right, you got Lost. Who had to go find you, Mr Puffin? Just, jog my memory a little? *...Caw* Me. That's right. No, from eight O'clock you're not to leave this room. We also don't want another episode of you going into Norway's room... That was not pretty."
It was already pitch black outside as Emil turned around to look out of his windows, nothing but little beams of light from the street lamps. He got out his night pyjamas, slipping them on. He didn't understand how anyone could sleep naked, it made him feel so cold and un-comfortable. What if someone walked in, and your covers are not totally covering Everything.
He shivered at the thought, laying down in his bed before shouting a good-night to the rest of his "family". He got an instant "Night!" from Denmark, followed by Finland and Sweden, and then Norway. Who came into his room with tea, placing it on his bedside table. Lukas kissed his younger brother on the forehead, whispering Goodnight in Norwegian. It was going to be a rather long week, he better start get packing tomorrow for Spain..
"IF YOU WEAR THAT MANKINI I SWEAR I'M GOING TO END MYSELF"
Iceland rubbed his eyes, Mr Puffin siting on his head like it was nothing. He woke like this every day. Lukas and Mathias fighting over whatever it was, Mr Puffin siting on some awkward part of his body, and Sweden and Finland in the kitchen. He liked them the most, since the other two were too noisy. With a quick change into some casual clothing, he headed to the bathroom. It might seem weird to smell your toothpaste before you use it, but it's like part of our daily routines now. Thank you, Denmark. All I'm saying is, poster paint is Not something I enjoy. With all of the washing and brushing done, he heads to the kitchen. Finland smiles, handing Emil a cup of coffee. Sweden nods, before kissing Finland on the cheek and leaving to go do whatever he was doing. They both sat there with their coffee, squeezing their eyes now and again due to the noise from Norway's room. My guess, he's throwing things at Denmark. That IS what he was doing, by the way
"ALRIGHT. ICELAND, C'MON. WE'RE GOING SHOPPING. I'M NOT STAYING WITH THIS BAFOON ANY LONGER. DEN, I'LL BUY YOU YOUR SHIT THERE. Finland, Sweden has already bought you things, but I've not really seen his sense in fashion."
"Does it matter? We're only staying for a week."
"YES ICELAND, IT DOES."
"It feels like you bought enough to dress an army."
"Denmark is the equivalent of an army."
"That sounds.."
"Okay. Glem jeg sa det."
"Mhm."
We walked back home, me carrying Most of the bags. I only got a few things. Hats, sunscreen, shorts, sunglasses, sandals, thin tops etc. Norway bought Denmark the most plain things ever, hoping it would dull his attitude. As it turned out, it had the opposite effect. As Denmark later stated "If you're g'na buy me boring clothes, Norge. I'll just go around naked!~" He earned a slap even I felt. He still has a mark on his face.