Because there just isn't enough little!Iceland! At least not in my book. There can never be enough! I hope you enjoy it!
I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/
Norway had been sleeping. He had been dreaming of trolls and nisses, lost in the mythical beauty and grandeur of his own land. Now, he found himself looking, not into the eyes of an ancient Nordic creature, but into the light blue eyes of his little brother, who was pulling at his arm insistently. He exhaled slowly, blinking again, before giving Iceland a response.
"What is it?" His voice is still weighed down by sleep, making it have a mumbling tone to it. Iceland's voice is not dulled by sleep at all, on the contrary, and he has most probably been up for a little while. "Onii-chan, I'm going to climb up with you, k?"
"Mkay," Norway murmured, eyes fluttering shut again. He felt Iceland's little hands claw into the blanket, and then he grunted as Iceland's knee dug into his side. The tot didn't seem to notice, in the typical careless fashion of children, putting more weight on the knee and hoisting himself on top of Norway.
They lay there in silence for a few moments, and Norway came to appreciate the weight on top of him. It was a comfortable thing, not like when Denmark climbed on top of him, or leaned on him. Because, really, Denmark was bigger than he was, and he would never be quiet like this.
Then Iceland spoke. "I'm gonna kiss you, onii-chan," he informed him, scooting closer to Norway's face. Norway's eyes opened, looking at Iceland lazily. "Okay," he replied, not the least bit surprised. Iceland was a fairly affectionate child, and was rather fond of hugs and kisses.
Iceland gave Norway a quick peck on the side of the face. Short and sweet, like baby kisses should be. And that was that. Or so Norway thought. He was startled when a pair of chubby hands grasped either side of his face, and a pair of determined eyes met his.
"Ice?" Norway asked, mild confusion on his features. He got no answer. Iceland stared at him a little longer, then suddenly crashed his lips into Norway's. Norway was too shocked to react, eyes wide as he stared at Iceland. His thoughts finally caught with him, screaming at him to push the child away, but Iceland pulled away triumphantly.
"Ice, what was that about?" He was going to kill Denmark if he taught him to do that. Where on earth had Iceland gotten the idea to kiss him on the lips?
Iceland wiped his mouth, giving Norway a sweet smile. "I love you, onii-chan..." Norway nodded slowly. "Yes, but that's not the way you kiss your big brother, understand?"
Pouting, Iceland turned his face away, grumbling babyishly. Norway sighed, shifting around and sitting up, Iceland now taking up a place in his lap. He wrapped an arm around the small island, kissing him on top of the head. "Ice, you know I love you, right?"
"Yeah... But I want to love you like Denmark does!" Iceland begrudgingly accepted his brother's affection, complaining childishly. Norway was a little surprised, to say the least. Was Iceland... jealous of Denmark? He'd never expected this to happen.
"Believe me, you wouldn't want to trade places with that idiot," Norway assured Iceland. He had to say, there were times when he actually did dislike Denmark. And he would never admit to loving the great lout, not even to Iceland. "You're much cuter than he is."
And Norway did love cute things. He held Iceland closer, and the child seemed to waver for a minute, before cuddling up against Norway. "Okay..."
/AN/I gotta say, this didn't go quite the way I planned, but oh well. I want to do something more with the ending, but I just can't figure it out! Urgh!