D.S.W.N.F.O.S::. Hello, peoples! I have returned in an unusual way since I'm not updating my other story "Letters from the Uncharted," …..well, I will, but I'm having a hard time coming up with the next letter (yes, you people can hate me because I haven't updated that things since, like, the end of November). However, some…how do I word this? I'll just say it straight; my "secret identity" got out to my friends and now one of them wants me to continue "Letters from the Uncharted" and keep on writing more stories, so I'm writing something new until I can get a good idea. This story was actually an idea my dear, sweet, loving, non-abusive, emotional (ha!) friend came up with (most of this is bullshit, but I thank her for this idea; LOVES YOUS!). I hope you will enjoy it in the mean time.

~Chapter 1~

"Ice, I'm back~ I bought some cake and some beer while I was out," Denmark's voice sang through the house when he opened the front door; a white cardboard box balanced in his right hand and six-pack of Carlsberg in his left. He kicked off his boots, entered the front foyer and stood there for a second as he waited for a reply. No answer. "Helloooo~ Ice?"

"One sec, I'm up stairs," a voice called back, "and you know that you don't have to wait to be invited into your own house, right?" In no time, Iceland came stomping down the stairs; the white-haired teen was adjusting his bow and started to look for his coat in a nearby closet while his puffin jumped down from his shoulder. Denmark, raising an eyebrow, continued to stand in his same spot.

"What are you doing?" He questioned. "Also, what's with the stomping? You're going to end up making all my pictures fall from the walls."

"Nor's car died last night and it's still in the shop for repairs," Iceland exclaimed as he pulled his coat out of the closet. "He doesn't feel like wasting money on a plane or ferry ticket, so he asked if we could come to his house instead. I said there weren't any problems with that, but if we want to make it there in time then we have to leave now." With that being said, Iceland pulled a set of keys out of his coat pocket and threw them at Denmark, who just stood there as the keys slammed into his face.

"Ow! What the hell was that for, Ice?" Iceland shook his head disappointingly at his elder before picking the key up off the floor and holding them up for the Dane to take. "Why are you holding those keys in front of my face?" He asked.

"Last time I checked, you needed keys to drive, moron," Iceland frowned in annoyance as he placed the keys in Denmark's hand.

"I thought we were going to ride up there on our bikes," Denmark exclaimed.

"You think I'm going to ride a bike who-knows how many kilometers up some goddamn mountain?" He stared at the blonde in disgust, "is this what you do every time you go to Nor's house?"

"Well…not exactly," he replied, "usually I ride my bike until I get to the Copenhagen ferry, ride on that until I get to Oslo and then Norge picks me up in his car and….wait, there's mountains?" At first, Iceland thought he was joking, but seeing that this Denmark, the Icelander face-palmed himself as it seemed like he was totally serious.

"Den, there's mountains everywhere where Norway lives; how can you miss giant snow covered mountains that span for kilometers?"

"Usually I sleep, read, talk to Norge or fiddle with the radio until I can find a song I like when he's driving."

"You don't look out the window at all?"

"Nope," Denmark exclaimed.

"Sometimes you read though, right?"

"Yes, sir," he smiled.

"You can read?" Iceland smirked.

"Yeah…why?"

"I didn't think it was possible."

"Hey, I'm not that retarded, kid," Denmark spat as he punched the teen in the shoulder, "at least I do something other than eat bags of licorice all day long."

"I'll admit to that proudly," Iceland muttered, "but I do other things too, even though you've never seen me do them before. Anyways, right now you to drive Mr. Puffin and I to Nor's house, now."

"Why don't you drive?" Denmark snapped. "Besides, you were the one with my car keys in your pocket in the first place."

"You took too long running errands," Iceland chuckled as he pointed at the cake and beer, "so I took your car out to get some more licorice. You're lucky that the convenient store was close by, otherwise, I would've been pulled over by your police for 'underage driving.'"

"But….but you're actually….how old are you? Also, you have that special card and…and," the Dance stuttered; he didn't want to do this at all.

"It doesn't matter!" Iceland whined, "I look like a seventeen year old and don't you think it looks a bit strange seeing a teenager behind the wheel of a car without any adults?"

"I don't know; usually everyone is riding their bikes, so no one pays any attention to people in cars," he explained. After staring at him for a minute, Iceland sighed. This is why Sweden and Nor always complain about him being a nuisance, he thought to himself as he put his jacket on.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter; you're still driving. If I were to drive it would only slow us down because the Norwegian police would be pulling us over every five minutes," he chimed as he opened the front door. However, Denmark just stood in his same spot and shook his head side to side. "What now?" Iceland's voice was full of irritation and he felt as if he was going to kill this guy. God, I'm turning more into big brother everyday or, at least, the more time I'm spending with this idiot.

"Do…do you know how to get to Norge's house?" Denmark looked at Iceland with an innocent face. BITCH, REALLY? Iceland was screaming inside. He closed the front door and walked through the front foyer into the living room. "Where are you going?" He asked from his same spot as he tried to peek around the corner. There was no answer until a small hand grabbed the Dane's tie and yanked it so hard that he started choking as he cursed.

"Norway has probably done this to you either for kinky foreplay or punishment; in this case I'm using this technique for punishment. You WILL find directions to his house and you WILL be driving all the way there and you finally WILL make it to his house in time or so help me," the white haired boy growled at his prey. In shock, Denmark shook his head in agreement and when his tie was released he swiftly ran to his computer and pulled up Google Earth. Iceland just stood there patiently with his arms crossed while his pet joined him in the same position. "Hey, Mr. Puffin," he turned to the bird, "do you think I'm turning into my brother?" The puffin chuckled a bit (yes, he can talk just like every other puffin) before hopping back on to his master's shoulder.

"After that act," he scoffed as he pointed at blonde, "and how he just reacted, you're almost there; just not as snarky."

"I hate you," he muttered back before pushing Mr. Puffin off his shoulder and on to the floor.

"Hey!" Mr. Puffin screeched out, "you wanted my freakin' opinion in the first place; don't get huffy with me!" Instead, Iceland ignored him and watched Denmark with close eye, making sure he was doing his tasks properly.

Within five minutes Denmark acquired directions to their desired location and was already out the door and starting up the red BMW.

"Den, don't you want to pack some clothes and stuff?" Iceland called out as he closed the front door behind him; a large blue suitcase in hand and Mr. Puffin scurrying behind.

"Nope, all I needed was the cake and the beer," he smiled. "I'll just wear the clothes that are at Norge's house." Iceland shuddered at the thought of why he already had enough clothes at his brother's house. Throwing the suitcase and Mr. Puffin in the back seat and taking shotgun, he looked over at the driver and his shaky hands.

"Calm down," he said as he buckled his seatbelt. "It's not like you haven't been driving before." Denmark gave a weak chuckled and shifted into Reverse.

One; "Whoa, brake, cat, brake, BRAKE DAMMIT!"

Two; "Okay, Mr. Andersen's cat is gone, so back up some more."

Three

Four; "Den, there's a trashcan behind us, so just steer a little bit to the right…YOUR OTHER RIGHT, GO LEFT, GO LEFT!"

Five; "STEER AWAY FROM THE DITCH DENMARK!"In just five seconds, he almost managed to run over the neighbor's cat and also managed to nearly crush his trashcan. "Denmark, what the hell?" Iceland yelled as he took the wheel for one minute so that they wouldn't drive into the ditch. "Are you trying to kill us?"

"Yeah, well," the blonde laughed, "I haven't driven since, like, when cars were first made; the only reason I have this BMW is because it looks awesome in my driveway. I can do this Ice; trust me. All I need to do is get used to it again; it's that easy." He flashed a smile at him before prying Iceland's fingers off the steering wheel. "Come on, buddy, let go of the wheel before I have to chop them off with my axe." Glaring, Iceland unwillingly let his grasp off the wheel.

"GET ME OUT OF THIS CAR FROM HELL," shrieked Mr. Puffin as he started to flap around the car.

"Stop that," Iceland exclaimed as he slapped the bird and turned to Denmark. "If I die, I'll make sure all of my volcanoes go off at the same time and the lava will fly up so far up in the sky that it will impale you and your beloved land into a fiery death, got it?"

"I'm not scared of you, Iceland," the Dane laughed.

"What, are you only scared of me when I pull your tie like Norway does?"

"….No," he answered as he tucked his tie in his shirt and pull the car into drive. The teen sighed heavily and looked around the car. "Ice, you're distracting me, what are you doing?"

"Do you have any napkins?" He asked as he pulled a pen out of the cup holder.

"Yeah, check the glove compartment, why?" Ignoring the question, Iceland pulled the latch on the dash and pop the compartment fell open. Unfortunately, there weren't any napkins, but there was a small stack of sticky notes. Well I guess this will have to do, he thought to himself as clicked the pen and started to write. He tried to continue writing and also tried to watch Denmark as he drove slowly down the road (he was doing this so he could get used to driving again and because there were a large group of people riding bikes beside him) just in case they happened to come across some type of object in the street. Even if it was a pony, Denmark would probably somehow manage to hit it. After a few minutes, Denmark turned his attention to the Icelander when he finally stopped writing. "What were you writing?"

"I was writing my last words to the earth if I die during this ride with you and part of my will."

"But you're a country-spirit-thing; you can't die!" Denmark said.

"Have you ever died before, because I sure haven't," Iceland asked as he laid his seat back a bit and snatched a bag of licorice out of his suitcase. Biting his bottom lip, Denmark turned his attention back to the road with an expressionless look on his face.

"None of your business," he exclaimed coldly as he took a left at the light. For a few minutes they stayed silent until Iceland turned on the radio. The radio was set on some type of Danish pop music that was way too happy for his liking. Before he even had the chance to turn it, Denmark slapped his hand away. "My car, so that means we listen to my music," he smirked; he somehow manage to escape the grim mood he had a few minutes ago.

"But this sucks," Iceland whined, "doesn't this thing have an iPod hookup or something like that?"

"Yeah, but we're listening to this right now. You can take control of the radio when we get to Norway," the blonde smiled as he turned the volume dial.

"Denmark, cut this shit off!"

"Never!" He cheered, taking both hands off the wheel.

"Hands on the wheel, moron," the puffin yelled from the back.

"Sorry!"

"Turn the station!" Iceland yelled as he covered his ears with his hands, only muffling the sound.

"Forget it, kid. You should've driven then," he chuckled, "now give me some of that licorice."

"Get your own or, even better, here, catch," the teen muttered as he threw a handful at the driver.

"AHHHH, my eye, you brat!"

"Stop swerving!"

"Stop distracting the driver!"

This was only the beginning of their journey to Norway's house.

D.S.W.N.F.O.S::. END OF CHAPTER ONE! I promise that I will update this (I have an agent now, who will keep me on task). This…probably sucks, but I might edit it some when I have free time (whenever that it -_-). I hope you enjoyed this part 1 of 3 of this story and that you review with you advice, compliments, complaints, etc, etc.

With joy and Danish wedding cookies, D.S.W.N.F.O.S