About an hour later, around 3 pm, the van pulled up to the driveway of America's beach house. The house was grand, white siding and a brown roof. The front garden was well tended to and you can smell the ocean in the warm breeze. The best part, the neighbors were way down the street, making this house rather isolated and private.

Iceland was completely unaware of their arrival as he, like Denmark, had fallen asleep (except he didn't snore loudly like the Dane). Norway lightly shook the Icelanders shoulder, trying to awake him without thoroughly pissing him off. If there is one thing you never do, it's startle or force him awake. This can result in a crabby teenage attitude from the Icelandic youth and that is not something you want to deal with.

"Iceland…" Norway softly said, "Wake up. We're here." Iceland's eyes fluttered open to reveal a blonde Norwegian shaking his shoulder. He groaned, wishing he didn't fall asleep. He felt like he just slept on a rock. Norway backed out of the back seat, allowing room for Iceland to stretch a bit and proceed out of the car.

"Here, Iceland." Iceland turned around and found Finland handing him a blue backpack and a small duffle bag. Iceland tried to pack as lightly as possible. It made traveling easier. He grabbed the bags, pulling the backpack over his shoulders and slinging the duffle bag lazily across his body. He yawned and wiped at his eyes, trying to wake himself up a bit more.

Sweden closed the trunk and Finland jumped excitedly. He quickly skipped over to the front door, the rest of the group trailing behind him. The front doorbell was rung and a loud, "I'm coming! Damnit, Prussia get out of the way…" emitted from behind the door. A bathing suit clad America yanked the door open quickly, almost thoroughly scaring the Finnish man who was standing in front of it out of his skin.

"Howdy, guys! Glad to see you could make it!" America moved out of the way, allowing them to pile in through the door. Iceland stared in awe. The house looked a lot bigger on the inside.

"Just drop your bags over there with the others," America closed the door and pointed to a pile of bags over by the stairs, "We are gonna figure out sleeping arrangements later on tonight." He pushed himself around them and then past Prussia who was currently face-planted into the floor with a big red mark on his right cheek. No doubt that was caused by Hungary.

"Make yourself at home. Dinner will be at 6!" And with that, America ran off into the crowd of nations.

It looked like almost everyone was here. The majority of them seemed to be participating in some casual conversation out on the back deck, while the less social nations took to the available seats in the living room. Iceland spotted an eager Poland yanking on the arm of Lithuania who looked very determined to stay out of the way of Russia by not joining his friend out on the back deck.

"Like, come on Liet. I won't let Russia do anything to you." Poland whined.

"He's beat you up before Poland! I'm not going out there, just leave me here, please!" Lithuania pleaded, desperately trying to release his arm from Poland's grasp.

As Finland dragged Sweden to the living room to catch up with Estonia and Denmark tried to snap Prussia out of his pan-to-the-face induced trance, Iceland followed Norway out onto the back deck. They maneuvered between the small crowd of nations and down onto the lawn where they found a nice place to sit in the shade of a tree.

Norway put his back to the tree, using it to lean against. He pulled his book out, opened to the bookmarked page and continued on in his magical bookland adventure. Iceland took a seat a few feet from the tree, sitting Indian style. He sat there, internally bored, plucking at the grass. He ripped a few pieces up with his fingers, throwing them out of the way. He came across a really thick piece, ripping it up. Holding it between his thumbs, he put his mouth to it and blew out some air. Out came this loud screeching noise. Norway's head turned up at the noise.

"What was that?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow to Iceland.

"Grass." Iceland said, not even bothering to look at his brother. He discarded the leaf of grass before standing up and brushing his pants off. He looked around to find somewhere that he could retreat to that was away from everyone else. He found nobody was at the beach right now and made his way over to the sandy shore. Norway didn't question a thing.


Iceland hardly noticed the amount of time that has gone by, not that he minded. He was enjoying the soothing scent and the calming sound of the ocean in front of him. He curled his toes in the sand. Sitting on the beach like this reminded him of his home… except it is warmer here than it is there.

He laid down on his back, looking up at the sky and watching the sun painted clouds. The sky was turning a light shade of red, purple and dark blue, signaling that sunset has arrived and the sun would soon be retreating beyond the horizon.

"Iceland!" A voice sounded in the distance. Iceland sat up, turning his head. Here came Denmark.

"What do you want?" Iceland demanded coldly. He was enjoying the calm and quite atmosphere and didn't want to be disturbed.

"It's time for dinner." Denmark stopped by the border between the grass and the sand. Iceland stared at him for a second before his stomach growled. Oh yeah… Dinner.

"Alright. I'll be in soon." Iceland began to stand. Denmark nodded and ran back to the house. Iceland wiped away any sand that stuck to him and his clothing then shook the back of his shirt to release any sand that may have took refuge inside of it.

He walked back to the beach house, grabbing his shoes on the way. He dropped them by the back door next to several other pairs of shoes and proceeded inside where he was greeted with chaos. The kitchen was extremely crowded with everyone either trying to get food or talking to friends. Iceland quietly maneuvered through everyone and retreated to the living room, but not before listening in on a squabble between England and America.

"Hey! You stepped on my foot!" England yelled.

"Don't get your foot in my way then!" America retaliated. England rammed his knee into the American's thigh.

Iceland rolled his eyes. He found his Nordic family, minus Denmark, gathered in the living room along with the three Baltic brothers and Hong Kong (who was currently asleep).

"It was like the regular world except everyone was a girl. It was so weird" Estonia finished.

"Oh oh! Was I there? What did I look like as a girl?" Finland blurted out, excitedly pounding his fists against his knees.

"Why would you ask that?!" Estonia questioned quietly.

Iceland sat down quietly next to Norway on the couch. The stoic man was half-heartedly listening to Estonia's story.

"Nice to see you join us for dinner." He said, not even bothering to look over at Iceland.

"I half wish I didn't. This place is chaos. Yeah, it's a big house but I don't think it was a good idea for America to invite everyone." Iceland sighed, falling back into the soft, tan couch cushions. Oh how he longed for some quiet.


Ok I think I'm just gonna leave it at this for now. Sorry for a short chapter once more. But hey, this chapter is definitely longer than the first one. Anyway… Thank you for the reviews for the previous chapter and the couple of new follows and favorites I've received. They are much appreciated!

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