I Have Always Loved Iceland
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I have always loved Iceland. Even now I will always love Iceland. Even when we found out that we were brothers, I still held strong feelings for him. I know that Denmark loved me, but I couldn't go on with those feelings. When Iceland refused to call me big brother, it broke my heart. I raised him as if he were my own child. Looking back on the first day that I showed everyone my little brother, Finland was the first out of the other Nordics to hold him.
"His name is Iceland," I announced proudly in front of the others. We were gathered in Sweden's house. If I remember correctly, it was mid-December. It was snowing when I found him on this small island. I was venturing out without Denmark that day.
"He's a pretty cute kid," Denmark, the eldest Nordic, poked the baby's cheek playfully and watched as he giggled innocently with his big lavender eyes.
"Maybe Norway can be the mother and Denmark can be the father!" Finland suggested happily, which embarrassed the other two Nordics.
"Iceland will be my little brother..." I basically rejected the idea. I rejected Denmark and his feelings. Poor Denmark.
Over the years, Iceland grew up. His personality was not all innocent and cute back when he was a baby. In fact, he was a little stubborn. I still continued to love him, regardless of his moodiness. Denmark poked fun at him, but never out of spite. I would call Denmark annoying. Iceland would always agree with my opinions and beliefs.
"And this is how you can choke Denmark with his own tie." Iceland nodded his head and stepped behind Denmark, grabbed his red tie, and momentarily choke him. If it weren't for my inexpressive personality, I would have busted out in laughter.
I have always loved Iceland.
And I always will.
A/N: I found this story hidden between my other Nordic stories! Let me know what you think! :)