enjoy

warning: ending contains sexual suggestion, swearing, minor violence, yaoi

disclaimer: Himaruya Hidekaz is the owner of Hetalia, and all the characters named in this story. Good day, good evening, and(or?) good night! w

Iceland snuck past the rooms of his fellow Nordics. The door was right there! If he could just-"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Iceland jumped three feet in the air and whipped around. Denmark laughed loudly. Sweden growled ferociously, but Finland had latched himself onto the Swede's arm for Denmark's safety. Norway was standing in front of the group, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You didn't think you'd escape your family, did you?" Finland chirped, letting go of Sweden. Sweden took the opportunity to lunge at Denmark (who had been making faces at him), so Finland held his arm captive again.

Iceland sighed. The worst part was the hugs, but he knew they were inevitable. Sweden and Finland hugged him. Denmark tried to murder him via hug. Norway hugged him a bit longer than usual, causing the younger boy to blush.

"Happy birthday, Brother," He mumbled. Iceland frowned, trying to reply. Before he could, Norway had melted into the crowd of his brothers.

The Nordics led him away from the front door, into the kitchen. They set down the cake in front of him, which he ignored, and handed him presents from the other nations (America's was just a little card-he was still sick, but healing). When he had gotten through them all (the presents were near useless, anyways), he noticed Norway hadn't gotten him one. Usually, the Norwegian would have gotten him the best present.

"We're gonna go…outside," Finland spoke up, ushering Sweden and Denmark to the door.

"But-" before the Dane could finish his protest, Sweden had punched him in the face, dazing him, and dragging him away.

"Hey!" Denmark shouted when he could, "you got to beat me up on your own birthday, little bastard!"

"Eep! Su-san, please!" Finland cried, chasing after them. Iceland sighed, picking up some stray wrapping paper and throwing it away. He turned and noticed Norway hadn't moved an inch.

"Oniichan?" Iceland asked, blushing on instinct. Norway looked away, pulling anxiously on his hat and fingering his cross hairpin.

"I-I…um, Iceland?" Norway stuttered. Iceland frowned. Norway didn't stutter!

"Ye-?" Norway suddenly pulled Iceland towards him, molding his lips around the younger boy's. Iceland started to kiss back, making a small whine in protest when Norway pulled away.

"Happy birthday, Iceland," Norway breathed out heavily. Iceland smiled softly and gently kissed Norway in return.

"I love you, Norway," Iceland whispered, cheeks flushed. Norway adopted his usual stoic expression again, a sure sigh that he got out what he had to.

"I love you more," He replied. Iceland's cheeks turned a darker red. Norway couldn't resist, tilting Iceland face up with a finger under his chin and kissing him softly.

"Uh-" They both froze for a second and whipped around. Finland gave them a wide-eyed, nervous look. His face flushed. "Can you both help me make sure they don't kill each other?" he asked meekly.

Norway nodded. "Okay." Iceland entwined their fingers, and the smallest of smiles twitched onto the Norwegian's lips.

"I love you so much…"

Norway looked up at the creak of his door. Iceland poked his head into the room. "A-ah, can I c-come in?" He stuttered. Norway put a finger to his lips in a motion to be quiet and nodded.

Iceland stepped in, quickly but quietly shutting the door again and crawling into the bed. Norway welcomed him warmly, wrapping his arms around the Icelandic boy's waist and placing a chaste kiss on the boy's lips.

"I came in to ask…to ask…do I have to call you Oniichan still?" Iceland asked, the question tumbling out in a rush. Norway smirked, deciding to tease his Icelandic lover a bit.

"I dunno, it sorta turns me on," Norway purred. Iceland's face went red.

"W-what?" He cried. Norway shushed him, planting a small kiss on his shoulder blade.

"Shh, no. You don't have to, Love," he whispered against the younger boy's skin. Iceland shivered at the feeling.

"I-if it turns you on, Oniichan-" Norway groaned slightly. Iceland smirked. "You didn't get me a present, you know."

"Fuck, Iceland, I'll give you a present," Norway hissed, flipping Iceland over onto his back and straddling him. Iceland smiled, an eager gleam in his eyes.

"I think I'll like this present."

pairing = don't ask. I thought it was cute! Sorry I didn't upload sooner, I was becoming a man-I MEAN A FRESHMAN! (same joke on DA, I'm an idiot)

Oniichan is a familiar term for a younger sibling to use on their older sibling, like Sissy for sister or Bro for brother. After learning that Iceland was indeed his brother, Norway urged Iceland to call him Oniichan. However, this embarrassed the younger boy and he refused to say it, blushing. Later on I believe he did say it because Norway wouldn't leave him alone. In my story he says it but it still embarrasses him.

[edit] thank you 'Danish the Dane' for correcting me, as I used Oneechan (used for big sister) instead of what I have now, Oniichan (big brother). I really appriciate it! ^-^