After that long day we all went back to the beach and set up our tent. Well Danmark and Sverige did mainly. We had dinner and everyone had the chance to rest a little.
So there we were; me, the three boys, a baby and a foul mouthed bird. We agreed on letting the bird inside too. Well after he promised to behave; with a little help from Sverige's and Norge's glaring. The bird seemed to call himself Mr. Puffin and he had told us that the little boy's name was Ísland.
After dinner though, little Ísland decided to explore the tent for himself. He wrestled himself out of the blanked that had previously kept him warm and crawled around. And it wasn't really a surprise that he wasn't wearing anything else, so now the little boy was crawling though the tent; butt naked.
Norge was the first to say something. "Sverige, give me one of your shirts" The little nation asked. The stoic boy rummaged in his pack a little and pulled one out, handing it to Norge. "Ísland" The blond called, causing the child to look at him. "Come here for minute" Norge told the child, who in turn did crawl over to Norge. Norge sat the baby down in front of him, pulling the shirt over his head and helping the child get his arms thought the armholes. "It's way too big" Danmark butted in as the color of Sverige's shirt started to slide down Ísland's shoulder. "I know!" I said as I started to delve in my pack. After some rummaging I pulled out a white ribbon and carefully tied it around Ísland's neck. Now the shirt stayed where it was supposed to be.
The boy went back to exploring the tent. I decided to be helpful, the boys had done so much for me already, so I picked up the blanket in with we found Ísland to fold it. But as I picked it up, something fell out, a medallion. Ísland turned his attention to me as soon as he heard the metal hit the ground; or rather he turned his attention to the medallion and quickly crawled over to it. He picked it up and tried to pull it over his head, Norge quietly helped the boy with this.
I watched the two and mumbled, "Where you he have gotten that?" Suddenly the puffin landed on my shoulder and started talking again, luckily a lot calmer now. "The old men gave him that" the bird told us. "Wh't 'ld m'n?" Sverige quickly asked. "The old men that used to live here before you came" the bird said, "They used to take care of us, ya know." Litte Ísland yawned and snuggled close to Norge, falling asleep. "Where are these men now?" Danmark asked calmly. "…they died just before you came" Mr. Puffin concluded as Norge started to stroke the little boy's hair.
"We'll take care of him from now on" Norge said softly, not to wake Ísland. "He really seems to like you" I commented happely. Norge looked up at me and nodded slowly, smiling slightly. "W' sh'uld r'st" Sverige said as he started to sort out places to sleep for everyone.
"Goodnight", "Goodnight", "G'odn'ght", "…goodnight."