Chapter Two
Iceland sat in his den, setting down the book he had just finished. This particular one had been a romance.
Mr. Puffin jumped into his master's lap. Iceland began to stoke the soft animal. "I guess I'm not really all alone. I still have you, Mr. Puffin."
Said animal nuzzled into the hand on his head. Iceland then started to readjust the bow. "Still, I'm a little envious that Norway has found such a good relationship with Denmark. And he's really happy too, even if he would never admit it out loud."
Mr. Puffin made his way up to his owner's shoulder and nuzzled his cheek. Iceland smiled a little and looked out the window.
A few moments later the phone rang and a startled Mr. Puffin flew off Iceland's shoulder and onto a nearby pillow.
Iceland looked towards Mr. Puffin and went to get the phone.
"Hello?" he asked as he picked up.
"Hey! It's Denmark!" the voice on the other line piped up.
"Hello, how are you?" he asked softly.
"I'm great! Anyway, we wanted to call and see if you would like to come over this weekend and stay the night? You see, Norway and I-" he got cut off.
There was a silence over the phone for a moment before soft mumbling could be heard and Norway picked up the phone once again. "Sorry about that. Don't listen to him. But would you like to come over this weekend?" Norway asked.
Iceland was a little caught off guard. He occasionally got calls from them to come over and visit. But it wasn't very often and he had just been over there. And they hardly ever actually asked him to stay the night.
"Uh… sure. Is something the matter?" Iceland asked.
"We just miss you!" could be heard in the background, followed by a slapping sound and, 'Shut up you oaf!'
"Nothing is wrong. After your last visit we realized it had been a while since you actually spent the night. And the stupid lug here was too excited to have you over again that he didn't want to wait." Norway explained.
"Ah. Alright then. I'll come over Friday evening."
"Yes. We'll see you then." and then the line went dead.
Iceland hung up the phone and looked down. Mr. Puffin had waddled up and cocked his head to one side, asking in his own way, if everything was alright.
Iceland bent down and picked up his beloved pet and set him on his shoulder, heading to the kitchen for some snacks.
He got out a can of fish and began slowly feeding them one by one to Mr. Puffin while he thought about what the weekend may hold. By the tone in Norway's usually completely monotone voice, he was a little worried that something may be wrong.
Denmark ran to the door as soon as he heard the door bell ring that Friday. "He's here~!" he called happily, even though Norway was already slowly making his way to the door as well from the kitchen.
Iceland was startled when the door was opened suddenly and a wide-grin bearing Denmark stood there. "Icey! Come on in! Dinner is almost ready." he said happily.
"And just how would you know that? It's not like you've been in the kitchen." Norway piped up from behind him. He pushed him out of the way of the door and grabbed Iceland's free hand, leading him inside.
Norway led him upstairs and to their guest room, but knew that in the end, Iceland wouldn't be sleeping there.
They both went downstairs to find Denmark in the kitchen, looking in the pots that contained their dinner.
"Quit drooling, you stupid oaf. It'll be done in five minutes. Just get cleaned up and sit down already." Norway reprimanded.
Denmark slinked away like a kicked puppy and sat at the kitchen table. Iceland sat across from him.
"Aw! Why do you have to sit so far away?" Denmark whined.
Iceland looked at him, confused. This was where he always sat when he ate with the two of them.
Denmark suddenly realized his mistake and coughed, looking towards Norway as he began getting bowls out for the stew he had made. "It smells great, Norge!"
They ate in relative silence, all too involved in the food put in front of them than each other at the moment. Afterwards, Iceland helped Norway do the dishes as he tried to fight off the Dane that was trying to kiss and hold him as they did so.
They sat in the den and talked for a while afterwards, an easy conversation forming. Though Denmark was forced not to say much since Norway knew he would inevitably say something to give them away.
As it began to get a little later they popped in a movie. They all sat on the couch together and all was peaceful for all of two minutes.
Denmark soon had an arm wrapped around Norway while the other rest on his thigh, slowly traveling it's way up. He was also kissing Norway's neck and face, trying to coax a reaction from him.
All it earned was a shove and Norway slid closer to Iceland, their legs and shoulders lightly touching.
Norway acted as if he didn't notice and continued to watch the movie. Iceland, on the other hand, was all too aware of the proximity of his brother. He shifted uncomfortably, then he felt something go across his shoulders. He looked up to see that Denmark had slid closer to the two of them and put an arm around them both. Again, Norway didn't seem to notice that he was being squished closer to the other. But Iceland did.
So did Mr. Puffin. He moved from Iceland's lap to his shoulder and pecked lightly at Norway's shoulder and Denmark's arm. Not to hurt. They were his friends. They gave him snacks too. But just to get attention, he could sense his master was uncomfortable and wanted to get them away to give him a little space.
Denmark gave a little glance towards Mr. Puffin before returning his attention to the movie. Mr. Puffin nuzzled his owner's cheek in apology and Iceland pat his head.
After the movie was over, Iceland went upstairs to change and head to bed. He lay there, with Mr. Puffin by his side, unable to sleep though.
He tossed and turned for a while before realizing he wasn't going to get to sleep any time soon. He remembered Norway's large collection of books and decided to borrow one. Maybe a little reading would help him get to sleep faster.
He slowly tip-toed downstairs, leaving the sleepy Mr. Puffin to curl in the covers. As he began getting nearer to the den, he heard noises. Curious, he walked a little faster to the room.
He walked in and gasped. Denmark and Norway were still on the couch, but Norway was straddling Denmark's lap and holding back small moans as Denmark kissed and sucked on his neck, played with his curl with one hand while the other was resting on his hip.
"Ah! Dan-mark…" Norway gasped out.
Iceland blushed a bright red and started to slowly back his way out of the room. He hit the wall though and bumped his head. "Ouch…" he said and lightly touched it with one hand. He looked over to see both Norway and Denmark looking at him. He blushed again when he noticed the smirks on their faces. Norway was just lifting himself from the other's lap when Iceland decided to run from the room.
