(Reread the comments people made on the little one-shot and finally got the inspiration so here you are...it continues!)

Ch.1

Absolutely no one that knows me better

No one that can make me feel so good

~*HongIce*~

After some debating, and the promise of hot chocolate and cookies, Iceland and Hong Kong decided to head to Iceland's house for the time being until England figured out the counter spell for the "Stuck Like Glue" predicament. Iceland had responsibilities to attend to, the main one being feeding his housemate, Mr. Puffin. The bird of course could fend for itself if necessary, but he was not happy about it and would voice his displeasure loudly and frequently as soon as Iceland would arrive home. More to the point that when he was home he couldn't ignore Puffin because the creature had found out his actual name and used it to force him to cater to his whims.

So as Iceland unlocked the door to his house and stepped through, with his one hand trailing behind attached to Hong, he wasn't surprised that Mr. Puffin called out to him in an annoyed voice.

"það sem þú ert, Emil. Tók þig nógu lengi." (There you are, Emil. Took you long enough.)

Iceland flinched as Hong Kong stepped through the door after him.

"We have a guest Mr. Puffin."

He turned around to see if Hong was giving any indication that he had heard the name Puffin had called him. He really hoped that because the bird had spoken in their native language that the Asian country would just assume that it was just another Icelandic word. Not a name. Not...his name. But Hong's face was the usual mask of a bored teenager. No indication that he had paid any attention to what had been said at all.

"Þú vara yfirleitt mig áður en þú koma með hann yfir." Mr. Puffin called out again, as his only apology for just blurting out Iceland's true name. (You usually warn me before you bring him over.)

"Jæja aðstæður soldið það gerast." Iceland sighed and closed the door behind him and Hong at last. He really wished he could shed the coat from his shoulders, but with one hand stuck to Hong's, that was impossible. He was just going to have to deal with the extra warmth and slight stiffness and formality. He settled for rolling his shoulders and sighing in irritation, which made Hong look at him.

"What's wrong?" the other boy asked.

"Nothing. Just stretching." Iceland said in an uncaring voice and headed for the kitchen, dragging Hong Kong with him. "I'll make us that hot chocolate I promised you."

"And cookies too don't forget." Hong poked his cheek and smiled.

Iceland sighed at the gesture and turned to glare at him.

"You know I hate it when you do that."

"Yeah sure." Hong Kong's smile turned into a grin.

Iceland turned away from him and kept walking for the kitchen. But another call from Mr. Puffin stopped them.

"Hey, why are you guys going together and not dropping hands? Normally he lets you go prepare the treats while he sits on the couch and pulls out his 3DS."

"Believe me, I wish I could." Hong grimaced.

"A stupid spell has us stuck together." Iceland explained, raising their stuck hands and trying to pull them apart using his other hand, without them budging an inch.

"Stupid England?" Mr. Puffin asked.

"Sealand." Hong Kong corrected, "Using England's wand."

Mr. Puffin processed this, looked at them, specifically at their clasped hands and annoyed faces, and...burst out laughing.

Iceland glared at him and tried to put his hands on his hips, but of course failed on the one side and shivered at the touch of the back of Hong's hand resting against his waist. Yet another thing completely wrong with this situation. And Hong was looking at him again. This situation was already entering an uncomfortable zone and they had barely been stuck together for over an hour. It didn't help that Mr. Puffin was nearly falling off his perch atop the bookshelf from laughing so much.

"It's not funny, Puffin." Iceland growled and turned away again for the kitchen, with Hong trailing after him by their clasped hands. Mr. Puffin's guffaws and squaks followed after them.

"Dumb bird." Iceland muttered as he reached up and opened the cupboard that held glasses and mugs. He was about to reach for the first mug in the front and bring it down by the handle but Hong's voice stopped him.

"I want my favorite one."

Hong's favorite mug was all the way in the back. The one that had the aurora borealis around it, and glowed in the dark. Reaching it would require Iceland to pull every other cup off the shelf first. With only one hand, it would take forever.

Iceland turned to him with an expression on his face that couldn't be described.

"Of course, you do. And I say..."

Hong looked at him with a smile. No pleading expression, no puppy eyes. Just a calm stare and a smile. Damn him!

Iceland began carefully pulling mugs and glasses out one by one. While he worked his way towards the back of the shelf and the desired mug, Hong kept sliding cups out of the way on the counter with his own hand to make way for the next batch. It was a bit of a reprieve for Iceland, but not by much. At last he closed his fingers around the handle of the mug and lifted it out to place it in the clear space on the counter.

"There. Your mug." He sighed. He looked at the collection of cups on the counter and for the first time ever wondered why he had so many. Hong was studying them too as if wondering the same question.

"You live alone. Why do you have so many cups?"

Iceland was about to answer but suddenly Hong whipped around and dragged him with him as he went to another set of cupboards.

"What the heck?" Iceland shouted.

But Hong just ignored him as he threw open the cupboard doors and inspected the contents inside. Then he opened several others and inspected each shortly in turn all the while Iceland was horribly confused. Then he turned to face the Nordic nation.

"You have five of everything else. Five for the yourself and the other Nordics I presume. But you have way more cups. The shelf that we emptied plus the ones on top of that. Why?"

Iceland blinked at him and rubbed his forehead with his hand.

"Why do you need to know?" he sighed.

"Because I'm your boyfriend. And I thought I knew you better than anybody else. I know why you do certain things that others just wave off as being your age or background, or that's just the way Ice is. And everything makes sense to me. But this..." he gestured to the vast amount of cups, "This makes no sense at all, so I want you to tell me."

Iceland blinked in surprise. He hadn't ever thought about that, but Hong was right. The other boy always knew just what to say at the right time and how to he would react to certain situations. He was a sore loser so Hong would always give him a kiss or suggest they play something else next that Ice could win if the other boy lost at a video game. The music that Hong would introduce to him was the type that he always enjoyed. And when it came to being "coupley" Hong always stopped if he was truly uncomfortable, or just kept going when he was just being difficult or pretending discomfort. Blast! He had even known that he just had to look at him and smile to get Iceland to get him the mug. Hong really did know him...better than anyone else close to him.

He should have felt really uncomfortable that someone had invaded his personal space to the extent that they could read him like a book. But he found it actually rather sweet that Hong had taken the time and effort to learn about him so well. He in turn had tried to learn as much as he could about the Asian Island but he didn't think that he knew him as well as he wanted to yet.

"Ice...?" Are you crying?"

He was. And he wasn't surprised in the least when Hong simply leaned his forehead against his and ran his free hand through Ice's silvery hair. That was it. Not a word. Just that gesture to show that he understood and cared.

God did Iceland love him!

~*!*~

Later in the evening the pair sat on the couch drinking yet another mug of hot chocolate and watching a movie, because trying to play a video game with just one hand had not worked very well, with a blanket wrapped around them.

Mr. Puffin had started snoozing about 30 minutes into it so they were basically alone now. It was at a point like this that Hong would normally try to wrap an arm around Ice and either keep it there or pull it back after reading the reaction. That arm was trapped though so he had to settle for leaning his head on Iceland's shoulder. The other boy flinched just slightly before taking another drink from his own mug. Typical reaction.

"You know..." Hong sighed, "You never did tell me why you have so many cups."

"You didn't push the question." Iceland replied.

"You got preoccupied with other thoughts."

Iceland nodded and put down his mug.

"Why do you have so many cups?" Hong asked again.

Iceland smiled.

"I want to have the right cup for any drink someone may ask for. If you had looked in one of the other cupboards then you would have found lots of different kinds of teas, a coffee maker, different drink blends and other extra things to add in to them if requested."

Hong blinked at him and started laughing.

Iceland blushed. He knew that would happen. It was pretty ridiculous but because he was too shy to show he cared on the outside, it was the only way he had figured out how.

"That's just like you, Ice." Hong grinned, "Your reason has to do with others' wants and needs before your own."

Iceland blushed even more, especially with Hong smiling at him like that. He tried to hide his face in his hand but Hong caught it and pulled it down before leaning over and kissing him. Ice was not at all surprised. Hong had known exactly what to do, exactly what to say. Because he knew him so well.

"But wait" Hong broke the kiss, much to Ice's disappointment, "There's still something that doesn't make sense with what you said. Why do you have more mugs than anything else?"

Now it was Iceland's turn to laugh. Hong Kong just waited for it to subside.

"I thought you knew me better than anyone. Can't you figure it out?"

"I told you earlier that I can't." Hong frowned.

"I just like mugs. I get a new one whenever I go somewhere new or something good happens. In fact..." he touched the handle of his mug, "I got this one after you asked me to go out with you."

Iceland almost knocked the mug off the table when Hong Kong suddenly jumped on him, closing his lips over his again. This time they stayed that way for a long time before Hong lifted his lips away and leaned his head against Ice's again.

"God Emil, it's little things like that that makes me fall even more in love with you."

Iceland caught his breath but didn't make any other move.

"You did hear Puffin."

"Yeah I did. But I knew your name long before today."

He should have known. Hong knew him better than anyone else. It wasn't surprising that he must have figured out his true name somewhere along the way as well. There were things in the house with it written on or in them. But now that put even more difference between them. It was a bit upsetting.

"It's Kou."

Iceland blinked and did break their contact now.

"What?"

"My name is Wang Kou."

Emil could have cried again but that would have spoiled the moment. So instead, he just kissed Kou. And wrapped his arms around his neck while Kou ran one hand through his hair and put the other around his waist.

Neither of them noticing that their hands were no longer stuck together.

(AN: My apologies if I didn't write Iceland and Hong Kong quite correctly but it was my first time working with them alone. And I promise that all the other chapters will contain more humor than this one. Hope you still enjoyed it!)