Good Morning
"Let this morning be worth savoring."
Norway shook his little brother, "Ice, come on get up." Iceland just shifted in bed letting out a grumpy and unpleasant groan. Norway shook him again, "Ice, get up." Iceland then shifted to look at Norway, "Fine, fine Nor. I'm up." After watching his little brother sit up, Norway walked out of the bedroom.
It took some time for Iceland to actually get out of bed and carefully walk downstairs. Iceland wished that he hadn't stayed up until 3 a.m. He was still sleepy and he could feel his feet slide and bend sending him unbalanced for a second. It was practically a chore for Iceland to get down the stairs in the morning. He sleepily groaned as he stomped his feet down on the downstairs floor. Iceland sleepily groaned all the way into the living room.
Norway was cooking some scrambled eggs as he turned to look at his younger brother. Iceland just stared at his brother as if he was about to say "good morning", but the words never came. Norway returned the stare and turned back to cooking the eggs. Iceland walked over and leaned on Norway so his face was in his older brother's forearm. Norway turned the stove down and turned to his little brother.
Iceland immediately adjusted to Norway's position and buried his face in Norway's chest. Norway teased calmly stroking some of his little brother's hair, "Is Icey still tired~?" Iceland only nodded as he let out a relaxing sigh. Norway smiled and wrapped his arms tenderly around his little brother. Iceland liked this being a daily occurrence between him and his older brother. Iceland enjoyed any attention he could get from his brother, whether it was soft like this or his childish teasing. Norway rested his head on Iceland's and rubbed the younger brother's back.
Mornings were sweet, tenderly, and lovely~