Iceland X Fridge
He woke up early that morning, yawning and pulled his bangs up out of his face, using a clip to pin them back.
"It's like… five am... what am I doing up?" He ran his fingers through his hair, trying not to disturb the bangs, slowly moving through the tangles. He got up after that and wondered downstairs into the kitchen. Norway was passed out, his head resting on the dining room table, small sticks of butter scattered around the area where he now rested. Iceland stifled a snorted chuckle and walked up to the fridge. "Why… hello there…" He paused and made an attempt at a 'sexy' pose, "Come here often?"
Norway snored loudly and woke himself, a bit scared at the noise he made. The sudden noise made Iceland almost jump through the roof. "Little brother…. What are you doing? That's the fridge… and it's like five, go back to sleep."
Iceland rolled his eyes. "Says the one with small sticks of butter surrounding him? Get upstairs… I was getting some milk," He opened the fridge slowly and let the cool air from the fridge overtake his body and chill his senses, relaxing with a soft sigh.
Norway cleared up the butter and opened the fridge door wider. "You're so strange. Drugs are bad alright? Listen to your brother." He poked his side, put the butter in the door and walked up the stairs to him and Denmark's room.
"He's just jealous because you're bigger than his puny sticks of butter… don't listen to him…" Iceland caringly stroked the side of the fridge while hugging the open door.
Iceland let out a long sigh. School. He hated school though… he didn't know who liked school. Well Sweden did but he only went to see Finland run around in his gym outfit, which consisted of white shorts and one of Sweden's abnormally-large-for-Finland shirts. Iceland walked into the building, the sudden warm air from the inside pressing itself against him, making it hard to walk in, but he continued walking anyway and went right up to his locker. He was greeted by Hong Kong whose locker was right next to his. He thought for a second and then decided to greet the young fellow.
"Uh… Good… morning… Hong Kong…." He sputtered out. He wasn't really used to talking to anyone he wasn't that close to even though the two of them were friends, in his eyes, the only one who understands him is the fridge. "How… was your weekend?"
Hong Kong looked up at him and dropped his bag down to his feet, "They fought again… "
Iceland blinked and looked down at him. "Oh… I'm so sorry…"
"Can… I spend next weekend with you? Please. Anything is better than having to deal with their fighting…. I always have to clean it up… rewashing all the woks and sweeping up broken tea cups…"
"Well… I… guess. If you really want to…," He looked up at the clock. "Man… let's hurry and get to health." He awkwardly patted Hong Kong's head and hurried off to Health.