AN: I do not own Hetalia, for if I did, spamano would be canon and Norway would be my husband.
A normal day in Hong Kong. The beautiful 72 degree weather, not a cloud in the sky, the air fresh and light. Kaoru walked through his city, his ever emotional (sarcasm) mask plastered on his face. Then he saw /it/.
_o-*O*-o_
And now we have Iceland. The cold, harsh weathered, and hot-spring bearing island that our dear hot headed Emil lives. An eventful day passed by yet again.
"Call me Onii-chan."
"Hej Icey! You owe me beer!"
"Oh Emil~ Can you call me Onii-chan, too?"
The words rung in his ears. Although he did love ( to an extent *coughMathiascough*) his metaphorical 'family', sometimes he wondered if he should get earplugs just to stand them for long periods of time without being subjected to
A.) Hearing loss
B.) Insanity
or the ever dreadful C...
Being so annoyed that he would subject to their antics.
Today even more so, now that everyone knew that him and Łukas were official siblings.
A big day indeed.
So it shouldn't have been to anyone's surprise when instead of walking into his home and taking off his coat, he simply slinked up the steps into his room, not even noticing the slip of paper that was sitting on his kitchen table.
_0-*O*-o_
The next morning, Emil awoke to a scream of 'Wake up Icey~' from our one and only Mathias, who was in the process of jumping on the Icelander's bed. Łukas then walked in, standing up on the bed with the Dane and yanking down his hair.
"Stupid Dane...We used your kitchen, breakfast is downstairs. Oh...we found this on your table."
He got off the bed, pulling the Danish man with him, then walked over to the sleep deprived teen, handing him a slip of paper.
"Whatever...I'll be down soon."
He mumbled as they left, quickly glancing at the paper, which read;
'GOD FUCKING DAMMIT EMIL, GET YOUR LICORICE OUT OF HERE. -With love, Kaoru.'
AN: Let's get this straight, I wrote this out of complete boredom, I was on omegle and this came up on one of my chats so I kept it and poof, mini story.