More Little Iceland and Denmark, I suppose. And this time, some Norway too! I hope you enjoy it!

I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/

It was the strangest thing. Norway was sure Iceland had been excited about his birthday last night, since he had been bubbling over with exclamations about what his new age would be. It would be 63, to be exact. He'd also been very verbal about his desire to eat as much of the sweets as possible.

But now, here he was, face somber as he watched Norway put out the treats. Norway's face may have seemed impassive, but he was rather concerned.

"Iceland, aren't you going to eat?" Norway brushed Iceland's bangs aside, studying his face. Iceland's lower lip stuck out a little. "No."

Denmark clapped a hand on Iceland's back, chuckling. "But you have to eat, it's your birthday!" Iceland crossed his arms, staring glumly straight ahead. Denmark looked over at Norway in confusion, and the other stared down at Iceland. Was he upset about getting older? Did he just now decide he wanted to be a baby forever or some other such nonsense?

"Iceland, what's wrong? It's your birthday," Norway asked, putting a hand on Iceland's forehead. "You're not feeling sick, are you?" Iceland pushed away his hand, voice a tad bit whiney. "No."

"Then why aren't you happy?" Denmark put in, leaning in close to the child. Iceland, however, would have none of that, sullenly turning his face away from Denmark, refusing to speak another word. Norway sighed. "We got you a present, you know."

"I know." Came the sniff, as Iceland's lower lip trembled slightly. Now Norway was beyond confusion. He was completely puzzled. Iceland had always looked forward to his birthday presents, more than any other part of his birthday. Did he think they'd gotten him something bad?

"It's a great present, Ice! Do you want to open it now?" Denmark was still all enthusiasm, but it inspired the opposite effect in Iceland, as he broke down in tears. Norway was quick to wrap him up in his arms, rubbing his back. "It's okay, Iceland. What's the matter?"

Iceland spoke shakily, as a child crying typically will. "I don't wanna be spanked!" Norway blinked. Where on earth had Iceland gotten the idea they were going to spank him? As he looked at Denmark, however, who seemed to be having an epiphany, he got a pretty good idea where the child had recieved the idea from.

"Denmark, do you have something you need to tell me?" His voice was somewhat stern, and Denmark smiled sheepishly. "Well, I told him that we spanked England on his birthday, and if he wasn't good, we'd spank him too... But I really didn't think he'd take it seriously! I was just joking!"

Iceland bawled louder, and Norway groaned. "Iceland, we're not going to spank you. Denmark was just being an idiot." Denmark looked insulted, frowning in surprise. "Hey! I'm not an idiot!"

Norway gave him a look that said, 'Yes, of course you are, who else would tell my little brother we were going to spank him?' Iceland had quieted down, looking up at Norway somewhat nervously. "Even though I peeked at my present?"

"Even though you peeked at your present," Norway sighed, letting Iceland go. Denmark, however, thought this was the perfect moment to tease Iceland. "We'd never spank you for that, we're just going to hang you by your toes from the washline!"

Iceland's eyes widened comically, and Norway groaned. Sometimes, he didn't understand why he still lived with the Dane...

/AN/ Well, it's sort of based off of me crying my way out of a birthday spanking, but not really. Birthday spankings are no fun, that's for sure... And I'm not sure where the tradition comes from, but I suspect it's English. Because the English would totally come up with something like that...