Guten tag~!

I've been working on this for the last few days (I took really long breaks, trust me), and I've decided to publish it because of reasons. NorIce has been my OTP for two months now, what better way to celebrate? Well, maybe some smut... But that's later XD

Love, Yuki

"Hey, Ice, is that a puffin?"

Iceland turned around quickly to meet his brother's eyes. "No," he said sarcastically. "It's a dragon." Norway smiled slightly. "Good, then. You brought home dinner."

"Wait, what?"

"Aren't you going to eat it?"

"No..."

Norway's smile faded back into his usually stoic expression. "What else would you do with it?" he asked, sounding mildly confused. Iceland raised an eyebrow. "Keep it as a pet?"

"But lillebror, puffins are delicious."

"Shut it. I'm not eating this one."

"Why not?"

Iceland scowled. This was going nowhere fast. "Puffins are friends, not food," he snapped. "Especially not this one." Norway's smile was back. "But it looks delicious."

"Do I look delicious?"

"...Maybe..."

The younger nation blushed at that. "Would you eat me?" he pressed, looking straight at Norway, who was now smirking. "In a way, I suppose," he murmured, running a hand through his little brother's hair. NowIceland was annoyed. "Quit being a pervert and answer my question properly!" he said, irritated, pushing Norway's hand away and blushing a little heavier than he had before. "If I was a puffin, would you eat me?"

For a few seconds, Norway pretended to be deep in thought. "Hmm..." Iceland rolled his eyes. "Hurry it up," he muttered under his breath, still scowling. Suddenly, Norway reached out and poked his nose, and hard. The Icelander blinked in surprise. "What was that for?"

"Just checking if you had a beak or not," Norway said, a half-grin on his face. Iceland slapped his hand to his face, exasperated. "Answer my question, dammit!" he growled. Norway rolled his eyes, still grinning and waving a hand at his little brother. "Alright, alright. First off, if you were a puffin, how would you be my brother?"

"Okay, fine," Iceland said, taking his hand away from his face and looking back up at Norway. "Let's say we're both puffins, and Denmark comes up and waves at us. Would you eat him?" Norway made a face. "Not unless I was close to dying," he said. Iceland nodded. "Right. Now, if I... Okay, let's say one of your spells backfired or something, and turned me into a puffin." Norway gestured for him to go on. "And you were starving. And the only thing left to eat was me."

"The other choice being to starve?"

"Obviously."

"I would starve."

Iceland was taken aback at that. "You would rather die?" he asked, confused. Norway nodded. "If I knew you were my brother, even if you were the only option, I would starve." When Iceland looked confused, Norway went on. "I couldn't live knowing I killed my own lillebror," he said quietly. "I would much rather die knowing that you would live."

"How do you know I would live?" Iceland asked. "How do you know someone else won't come along and eat me?" Norway frowned slightly, thinking. "I don't know? I'd find some way to reverse my spell, I suppose... But either way."

"What if you can't?"

Norway cocked his head to the side. "Why are you asking so many questions?" he said quietly. "If you want to keep the puffin, go ahead..." Iceland sighed, looking on his shoulder where the puffin was.

Or where it had been.

"Where did it go?"

"I ate it."

Did he really? It's up to you ;)