After Iceland had stormed out of the room, his anger had calmed down almost immediately. For the most part it was just Norway's face and the tone of his voice that had annoyed him in this case. His lack of reaction and opinion that sometimes was almost inadequate. Certainly inadequate in this situation. In Iceland's opinion this kind of demeanour was ridiculous although he wasn't much better.

Then again he was used to it. He had lived with Norway ever since he could remember himself. His brother was always the calm, collected one. Dispassionate, even. Iceland was the one that managed to get into trouble even if he didn't socialize that much. And yet he managed to befriend not the most authoritative people, so trouble had a way of finding him. Plus he was more ''hot-blooded'' out of the two under his own calm demeanour.

This time Norway had went too far with his ignorance. Iceland pressed his hands against his closed eyes, letting out a shaky sigh. No. He had to exclude the memory of what happened this morning out of his mind completely. He had to lock it down, find a distraction and deal with it when he could, which wouldn't happen anytime soon. Either that or Norway would have to deal with a few other bruises and if he got extra lucky - a broken bone or two.

Purple and red lights flashed in front of his eyes from pressing too hard against the closed lids so he quickly pulled his hands away, letting them fall against his sides. Iceland hadn't noticed it but he was still shaking slightly. He was also still walking and probably if he wouldn't have opened his eyes right now then the nearest wall would have greeted his forehead. And there certainly was no need for that; he already had enough of a headache.

''Are you stoned or what? Walking around like that, you should be glad that no one else is around,'' came a loud laugh from behind him and Iceland turned around quickly to see who it was. His suspicion turned out to be right and there indeed was Denmark in all his glory, walking towards him, that huge grin plastered on his face, threatening to split it in two. The tall teen was slightly out of breath and probably had ran to catch up with Iceland so quickly, as he was on the far end of the hallway and hadn't seen Denmark anywhere near when getting out of his room.

Iceland raised an eyebrow when he didn't see anyone else with the older boy. Usually he was with Berwald or a few others whose names Iceland never bothered to memorize. Berwald was an okay guy and probably with the most amount of common sense in that little group. It was weird to see Denmark strolling around alone, especially this early in the morning. Although it was early only for the most part, to Iceland it was already near midday.

''Aren't you supposed to be whining about your hangover to Berwald now? Usually you don't come to bother others without your little fan club behind you.'' The boy sneered, to his own surprise, and Denmark looked a bit taken aback by that response coming from Iceland of all people. Usually the quiet boy would keep his mouth shut and let it be. Exactly that was how he had managed to befriend Denmark and some others. At first Denmark had picked on him for being so quiet and shy (plus Norway had told him to deal with it himself, another reason why he should've punched his brother a few years earlier already), but all Denmark had gotten in response from the boy was ignorance. After Denmark had tried to talk to him like a human being, probably just because he didn't want to be on bad terms with Norway's brother after all, there was this kind of harmony slowly forming between them. And here they were now.

''Oh man, don't scare me like that! I thought that you and Norge had done some weird twin-swap thing at first.'' The taller boy laughed again and slammed his hand down on Iceland's shoulder in a rather harsh manner. ''But you two aren't even twins.'' Denmark added as he saw that the younger male was already about to protest. He wasn't that stupid, really.

Iceland found he was being drawn into some kind of a one armed hug before the older teen released him without giving Iceland a chance to return the gesture. Just to be polite of course. ''Now tell me, what has gotten into you.'' It sounded more like an order than a question, but Iceland was already used to that when it came to Denmark who wasn't the best with such terms as 'respecting personal space' or 'manners'.

The white haired boy shrugged, thinking of just how to present the situation without it sounding too bad and revealing too much. If he'd say that he hit Norway and got into an argument with him then Denmark would nag on him until Iceland would tell why. Well, he wouldn't say exactly why or say the truth, but the nagging would still make his life worse. And if he could delay that then he wasn't about to cry on the other's shoulder. Although on the other hand, he still could make a use out of Denmark.

''You get your black days too, so don't ask me why. But do you know anyone who'd like to trade roommates with me?'' Short and straight to the point. Maybe the boy just didn't talk much because he wasn't the type to beat around the bush. Another thing that Denmark seemed to be fond of, actually.

Thankfully, Denmark wasn't in the mood to make the other's life more miserable. ''Have you finally decided to leave the safe side of your brother? It's about time, my friend!'' The grin was back on his face, but Iceland had to admit that it was a warm one, not the smug, slightly contemptuous one that other people got to see most of the time. He was also extremely glad that the older boy saved Iceland's time and now he didn't have to make anything up. He was no good at lying anyways and he could let Norway himself explain the bruise on his cheek.

''You've nailed it this time. It would take me ages to actually do it officially. And since you know almost everyone here...'' The younger teen trailed off and gave a short shrug, looking up at Denmark who seemed to be lost in own thoughts.

''Actually I think I do know someone. At least one of them would be more than glad to get a new roommate and a vacation from his old one.'' A thankful smile made its way to Iceland's own lips as he heard that. Now he really was glad that he had decided to ask the other about it right away without waiting. If he had waited and went through all the official, proper room change hassle then he probably would've changed his mind halfway.

''I believe both of them are in their room, maybe not too fresh since yesterday's party was pretty... lethal. Want to go there now and see what we can do?'' Denmark asked, but it looked like he had already understood the unspoken approving answer and flipped around to drag Iceland back to the dormitory wing.

''I was there yesterday too and both of them seemed to have a fight during the party again, knocked over a few bottles of beer on the way! Such good stuff wasted like that.'' The expression on Denmark's face, that clearly spoke of remorse (for not drinking that alcohol before it got spilled and saving it), was pretty ridiculous in Iceland's opinion, but since the older teen was doing him a favour now, he decided to keep his opinion on the other's drinking habits to himself.

''Some of them clearly don't know how to hold their liquor! Completely drunk and of course with the after-effect coming soon enough. No matter how many times I tell people that they're cleaning it up themselves if they throw up on the carpet.'' There indeed were some rumours floating around the whole school that Denmark could drink all the alcohol that every student here had together and not get sick afterwards. And out of all the rumours that surrounded around the boy, this one was true. A little exaggerated of course, but Iceland himself had probably happened to be one of the very few unlucky people that had seen Denmark get a hangover which he'd express physically. The one with Berwald involved. Never anger that man or he'll spice up your drink to hell and back. Not a pretty sight and the boy had to shake those memories away; concentrating on the said party monster's constant rambling again.

''Are you even listening, Ice? You're zoning out way too much!'' Denmark sighed, a false offended pout on his lips for a split second and Iceland could only offer an apologetic smile. ''I had gotten on the best part where I was there with that drop dead gorgeous girl who was seriously hitting on me... but we're here and I'll tell you that story later.'' And finishing his story with that, Denmark sounded slightly disappointed. Well, in his mind all the boys in this school needed his education of how to become a real man by drinking and messing around with the opposite sex in the most vulgar manners. Somehow Iceland felt a tiny bit relieved that they were here now and Denmark had no other choice than to end his story here.

He hadn't really wandered to this end of the dormitory wing and was pretty sure that the residents of this room had no idea who he was. ''Are you sure they'll be ok with that?'' He asked on an impulse, staring at the door in front of them. Iceland had to resist the bad habit of chewing on his lower lip as he felt the knot of nervousness rise up to his chest from the pit of his stomach, making his heart speed up a little. He couldn't help it. This wasn't like walking in and asking for someone to lend you a pencil after all. Plus they could demand an explanation on this whole situation which results in them swapping roommates.

''At least one of them. The other... well, I suggest Norway can deal with him.'' Another laugh came from Denmark and he threw the door open, without knocking. Denmark almost never bothered to knock and after learning that, and after living through the period when the said unmannered man used to visit Norway very often, Iceland had stopped walking around his room wearing only underwear and got dressed while he was in the bathroom now. Apparently Denmark didn't visit these two often enough for them to learn that.

''D-Denmark, are you sure this is the right room?'' The white haired boy whispered, looking slightly disturbed. He was sure that the man who came into their view didn't know him, but Iceland had heard of him. Heard just enough to take a step back. A whole step back was all he could take before Denmark nodded enthusiastically and pulled the younger boy forwards into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.

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A/N: Huge thanks to Corvy for finding the time to beta-read this chapter for me! C:

It's a little shorter than planned at first, but I decided to post it as it is. I promise that the next one will be better~

If you have any kind of feed back/suggestions/comments: feel free to let me know!