Sometimes I think my brother has the strangest friends. Not just the magical ones, either. Ive gotten used to England and Romania. Theyre really nice, and Im actually pretty good friends with England myself. No, those guys were fine. The one that I was the most curious about was...a girl. A girl.
That wasnt the strange part. My brother is totally entitled to have girls that are friends. It was the girl herself that shocked me. Luxembourg. She had a curl near her left temple, like Norway, but attached. Whenever I saw her, she always had a piece of pocky sticking out of the corner of her mouth. It was usually strawberry. Come to think of it, she always smelled of strawberries, which matched her auburn hair.
She was generally a quiet girl, and a lot like my brother. She was easily annoyed, but was fairly smart, levelheaded, and stoic. It was easy to see why they were friends, since they were both quiet and icy in attitude. Well, Im called Iceland for a reason. Ive discovered that I have a talent in melting people, bringing down their social walls. I would have her talking in no time flat.
A/N: Short chapter. Kill me now TT-TT or not. Remember, I am the amazing author writing the rare Iceland fic. I think Im going to continue to use "cold" names for the chapter titles. I really like that idea, since it can be tied into the title of the fic as a whole as well as Icelands name! What do you think? Also, I know that Luxembourg IS a real character. But since hes so minor, I use the name as an OC. I use her a lot, and shes been paired with a lot of people- Norway, Canada, Prussia, Japan, Italy, England, and now Iceland- so obviously, I shall continue to use her. Ack! This authors note is almost longer than the chapter!