Sighing deeply, Iceland leaned back into his seat. Denmark was harassing Norway, trying to get him to pay for all the alcohol he had consumed (which was a dangerous amount that should not be repeated).

"I don't see as to why it would matter who pays for it, Denmark will still drink," Iceland mumbles. He was right about that, it was undeniable. Still, Denmark was a stubborn man and therefore was not giving in to spending his money (though, thankfully, he wasn't as bad as a certain blonde over in Europe).

"Hey, Ice, how 'bout you join us?" Denmark invited, laughing far too much. Iceland remained silent and looked away. He didn't like living with all of the Nordics very much. They were tolerable, though, so he stuck around. Well, that and the fact he didn't know where else to go. Still, he'd love to leave and do something with himself. He might find some land or something; no matter what it was, he just wanted to get away from his so called "friends".

It was about this time that Norway usually started harassing Iceland into calling him "onii-chan" (which he always says no to). He did just that and Iceland repeatedly told him no before leaving. This happened everyday and it was hard for him not to yearn for something else. Something that wasn't routine like his life had become.

...Eh, he'd think of something.

AN/: This was really just a "filler chapter", quite honestly. I had an idea for this, but it quickly slipped away, so I'm just doing this. I'll try to update later...Also, a review or two would be nice...