A/N: The characters may seem like they're in canon character, and sometimes they will seem like they're not. That's probably because I haven't been able to grasp their canon character. Oops. – Wolf

Chapter 2 : Magic?

So this was Norway. This was the owner of the strange book he had found. Sitting on the cloud with him was Norway. Iceland watched as Norway read the book he held. Iceland furrowed his eyes in confusion, last he knew, the book had been devoid of any writing.

Norway felt Iceland's stare and turned towards him, Norway smiled, "It looks like you've already written the first page in your story." He said, "The first page of a story is what makes a person want to continue reading. A powerful first page will make for an interesting story." Norway laughed once, "It looks like you need to work on your writing then."

Iceland reached for the book and Norway let him have it, knowing that he was more than curious about what his first page had to say. Iceland read it to himself. He read about the books, and the fear he had felt whenever the hand had flown out in front of him. The page was filled with all of Iceland's thoughts and what had happened to him since meeting Norway. It scared Iceland a little; it was as if the book knew more about him than he did. Iceland continued to read the page to himself over again, the memories of the previous hour or so replaying in his head.

Norway was looking out in front of their cloud-boat. Norway saw their stop approaching and told Iceland to get ready. Before Iceland even had a chance to react, the two of them were dumped onto the grassy bank. Norway instantly stood up to brush himself off. After readjusting the cross-shaped pin that kept his hair back, he offered a hand to help Iceland up after their deposit onto the shore. Iceland looked a little disoriented. Iceland reluctantly took the hand that was offered to him and stood up next to Norway.

Norway looked at the book that Iceland had clutched against his chest, "It's not an amazing book," Norway said, "Hopefully you can make it more interesting than it is right now." Iceland looked at him, somewhat offended, Norway just laughed a bit and shrugged before he said, "Who knows, maybe you can prove me wrong, maybe a strong first page isn't needed for a story to be interesting."

Iceland looked down at the book, to say the least he was terrified, and hoped that he would wake up from this dream before too long. Iceland didn't know what was going to happen next, but Norway answered that question before the thought had completely made it through Iceland's mind.

Norway clapped his hands together once and when he pulled them apart, a shiny silver flask, decorated with golden stars, appeared in them. Norway flipped the lid and sniffed whatever was in it. Nodding to himself in approval of the contents, he handed it to Iceland who took it. Norway started putting his hands together and saying different unknown words, and with each separation of his hands, a different conjured item appeared in them. Iceland just watched in awe, he didn't know how somebody would be able to make things appear out of thin air. Then he reminded himself that this was just a dream.

The last item Norway conjured up was a silk bag in which he placed all of the other items. "You must be tired and curious after your journey," Norway said, "I've made a few things that you'll find useful during your time here." Norway handed Iceland the silk bag, "Now, I have some other things to attend to, so please, feel free to get a little rest and explore some." Norway started to walk away until he turned around to face Iceland, "Oh yeah," He said, "If you really need me, and I'm not around, feel free to ask the book, it's pretty much a replacement for myself."

Iceland nodded in understanding and Norway smiled, "I had better be off then, you may stay here or you can wander, I advise you to wander, don't worry about getting lost, the book won't let you get lost. Remember, if you have any questions, ask the book or ask the pixies."

"The pixies?" Iceland said, he hadn't seen any pixies around, "There are pixies here?"

Norway let out an annoyed sigh; he really needed to leave, "Yes. There are pixies here, they live in the trees, they're nice, and they love to help." Before Iceland could delay Norway's departure any more, Norway lifted up a hand and was surrounded in a whirlwind of blue and silver glitter. The glitter faded, and Norway was nowhere to be seen.

Now Iceland was beyond terrified. The only 'human' here that he knew of had left him completely and utterly alone. Iceland fell down onto the grass and opened up the silk bag. He hadn't seen what all Norway had made for him; he set the flask and the book down first, and then pulled a pair of white silk gloves out of the bag, then a wooden wand, a small bag of something that looked like cookies, and finally a rolled up piece of parchment paper.

Iceland unrolled the parchment paper and read what it said on it. The only thing he could understand was the title, which read "Useful Spells." Iceland set the paper down and groaned. None of this stuff was useful to him. The cookies he might eat, but he had no use for any of the magic-related items. He wasn't magic. Norway definitely had the wrong guy if he wanted someone who could do magic.

Iceland looked at the items spread out in front of him and remembered what Norway had told him, "Remember, if you have any questions, ask the book or ask the pixies." Iceland looked at the book and then at the trees behind him. The trees seemed to have a pink cotton candy like web on parts of them. He thought about it for a second before weakly calling out, "Pixies?"

He heard a bunch of high-pitched squeals and giggles before several little colorful glowing lights came out of the trees. A small pink one reached him first, and when it did, the rest of the lights disappeared back into the trees. Iceland looked at the pink light as it morphed from just an orb into a small female. The pixie was wearing a dress made of pink leaves and had ribbons tied around her miniscule ankles. She had blonde hair that was pulled up into pigtails that draped down her front. She fluttered her blue eyes at Iceland as her almost-invisible wings batted a million times a second.

She giggled in her high-pitched voice and said, "Hello siiir, I'm Rooosebuuud. How can I help yewww?" Iceland was annoyed by the way she dragged some of her words, but still needed questions answered.

Iceland motioned to the items he had spread around him. "Um, I was wondering what these items were." The pixie just giggled at him before floating over to the book.

"Well…" She said, pointing to the book, "Thaat's a boooook." Iceland gave her an unimpressed look.

"I know what they are!" Iceland scoffed, "I want to know what they do, why they're important to me, and how I use them!"

"Well why didn't yewww say soooo?" The pixie giggled yet again and sat down on top of the book. She looked at it and ran her little hand up and down it, "Wait a second!" She exclaimed, "Thiiis is Papa Norweeey's boooook! What are yewww doing wiff it?" The small pixie lost the happy, bubbly attitude and it was replaced with a much more sinister one that frightened Iceland.

Iceland put his hands up in defense, "He's the one that gave it to me and he's the one that gave me all of this stuff."

"Oh," The pixie blinked and the bubbly attitude returned just like that, "Well," She said, "This is a maaaagical book. Just like the waaand, flask, gloves, and sweeeets. It's aaaallll maaagic!"

Iceland gave her an exasperated look, "I don't think you understand, I'm not magic. I don't know how to do magic." Iceland honestly just wanted to leave.

The little pixie girl just shrugged, "Well, I don't know what to tell yewww. Yewww should just wait for Papa Norweeey to come and tell yewww." And with that, the pixie flew away, back into the trees, giggling.

And as if on cue, Iceland heard the annoyed sigh that he had heard before. "I see you stayed exactly where I left you. What happened to me telling you to wander?"

Iceland blew off his last comment, Norway had also told him he could stay right where he was. Instead, Iceland exclaimed, "What do I do with this stuff? I'm not magic! I hope you knew that before deciding on messing with me!"

Norway chuckled, "Of course you're not magic Iceland, you're missing the main thing you need in order to be magic."

"And what would that be?" Iceland asked.

Norway just smiled.Helkjdfj