"So why do you want to see Germany?"
"I'm not going to see Germany (or at least not intentionally) I'm just going to Germany."
"Something you're not telling me, Icey?"
"Shut up, Denmark."
Finland watched the conversation from what he thought was a safe distance. "Looks like they're arguing again," he sighed.
"Hm," Sweden nodded.
"Well even if you don't approve. Both of you! I'm still going." Iceland said firmly at both Norway and Denmark, "Stop treating me like I'm a kid; I've been independent since how long? 1874! And I've been fine, haven't I." After hearing this, both Denmark and Norway looked surprised at Iceland's rant. Then Denmark shrugged, "meh, he has a point. Okay, go." Norway looked disapproving at Denmark after he said that, then Denmark turned and walked away. Norway opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. "Fine then. Go," he muttered without making eye contact with Iceland, then turned around and walked towards the door. "Finland!" He said casually as he walked, "I'm getting a coffee, want one?"
"Oh yes!" Finland said, "you know, with two sugars and no milk."
"Two sugars and no milk, got it."
Iceland was left standing next to the window, he turned around and looked out into Reykjavik. The snow's melted a bit more since yesterday Early Summer. He thought. Then he heard Finland's footsteps as he walked towards towards him, so he turned around. "What did you want to do in Germany anyway?" Finland asked with the same sweet smile he usually used. "I was," Iceland seemed embarrassed and turned to look at the floor for half a second before resuming eye contact with Finland and continuing, "I'm going to Gamescom."
"What's that?"
"That's that game conference, isn't it," said Sweden from the back of the room before giving a faint smile at Iceland.
"Yeah, that's right," said Iceland, beginning to sweat as he usually does when nervous.
"I've got your coffee," said Norway monotonously.
Why does he have to be so damn autonomous? Thought Iceland, than he remembered, he only does that when he's annoyed, but even when he isn't, he is just a very emotionless kind of person.
"Thanks," said Finland, and took a sip of the coffee. "Icey was just telling us about him going to Gamescom."
"What's that," said Norway suspiciously.
"It's-" began Iceland
"It's a gaming conference," interrupted Sweden, resulting in a look of annoyance from Iceland.
"You like gaming?" Asked Norway. After hearing that, Iceland almost face-palmed. Then he remembered that he never actually told Norway he liked video games. For some reason, he was never confident to share personal things like that with him. But I suppose saying that I like video games isn't exactly personal, it's just... playing games something that I like to do. It's a hobby. Why do I feel so awkward and embarrassed to tell Norway things about me. No it's not just him: it's everyone, except maybe...
"Iceland, answer me," Norway's stern voice cut through Iceland's internal monologue.
"Oh right, well yes. I do."
"Is this a new
thing?" Norway asked, making Iceland feel as if he was being interrogated.
"Well, yes," said Iceland, remembering the time a few nights before when he stayed awake until 7 A.M playing Modern Warfare 3 in his boxers, before falling asleep on the sofa, only to wake up 3 hours later to find that he had spilled Dr. Pepper all over himself.
"What? It's not a new thing!" Chuckled Finland. Damn you, Finland. Thought Iceland. Finland had always been one of the few people Iceland felt confident talking to, it was probably his friendly personality that got to me. But why does he have to be so damn oblivious?
"So it's not a new thing, then?" Said Norway, making it sound more like a statement than a question.
"What?" Said Iceland, "Oh yeah! I'm sure I told you I like Gaming!" Then he saw Norway's blank face, "Didn't I?" There was a silence that lasted three seconds. "Didn't I?" Iceland said once again with desperation.
"No. You didn't tell me," said Norway bluntly.
"Sorry," said Iceland, looking at the floor.
"Well that was awkward as fuck," Iceland muttered to himself as he stepped outside of the Alþingishúsið, the Icelandic government building where him and the rest of the Nordics had met. He took a hip flask full of Brennivín and took a sip from it. Then another, and another. Then he sighed and put it away. "Wassup?" Said a familiar voice as Denmark walked towards Iceland. "Oh, hi, Denmark," said Iceland.
"So I heard you were going to Gamescom," said Denmark with enthusiasm.
"Yeah I am. Wait, you were listening to all of that, weren't you!"
"Yes," said Denmark, making it sound as if there was nothing wrong his eavesdropping, "so you mind if I go?"
"I want to go too," said Norway as he opened the door and walked towards them.
Oh crap, now they're coming too! Why did I just think that? Denmark's supposed to be my friend, and Norway's my brother! I should be happy that they're going. Besides, me going by myself would have been a bit, well, sad. Iceland sighed and said, "Okay. You can go with me."