Once outside, Iceland sighed in relief. He had never been a fan of reunions, he always ended up wasting his time and money on something that wasn't worth it. Still, London was a pretty city, he could try sightseeing. Then again, he'd probably get lost, London was larger than Reykjavik by far. Hopefully he could find something to eat nearby. He looked around him, it seemed most of the businesses were political ones…but there were a couple of "scone stands". While he thought about what the hell where scone stands, he approached the stand and stared at the drinks. They didn't LOOK bad. Maybe he could drink something as well.

"What are you selling?" He asked the burly man who was selling them. The smell was horrid, but he didn't know if it was coming from the man or the food. He tried to force a friendly smile, but the man kept his severe expression.

The man eyed him from top to bottom and scoffed. "Ey? You're not from these parts, are ya?" He said in such a thick accent that it was barely understandable.

"No, I'm from Iceland…" He answered in a cautious tone; hoping the man wouldn't react negatively. He looked at the food, it was mostly just some average looking bread. The rest of it seemed burned. Well, at least it looked burned. It could also be moss. Or something along those lines.

"Oh, the place that stole all our good cod? Well, let me tell you something you pain the arse. We Brits took over the entire world, and if we want to we can invade your stupid country as if it were nothing." He said in a voice that was almost like sandpaper, probably from years of smoking.

Suddenly, Belgium caught up to Iceland and ran up to him. Belgium stood next to Iceland and smiled. "Yeah, well, the leader of the EU won't let England put a finger on Iceland!" She shouted at the man. "Now, give this man some food, or else we'll take our money elsewhere!"

The man had himself a hearty laugh then grinned, showing his disgusting missing teeth and making Belgium back away a few steps. "I have the right to refuse service." Then he turned to Iceland, and frowned. "Letting your lady fight your battles? You're even less of a man than I thought. " He said before grunting in his face.

Belgium interjected again, now fiercer. "Well, you know what? There's better places in London!" She shouted proudly as she dragged Iceland with her.

"Belgium, let my arm go." Iceland protested as he shook her off and walked into the park. "That was humiliating!" He said in a low and angry breath. "And I don't want to be in your stupid club!"

Belgium pouted and ran behind him. "But…Iceland, you have to join!" She cried in a shrill voice.

Iceland took a deep breath and tried his best not to lose his composure. "I don't want to, Belgium." He answered in a stoic voice.

"But…All your friends will be there!" She pleaded.

This made him laugh a bit. He turned around face her and made a fake smile. "Friends? What friends do you think I have, Belgium?" He said in a fake cheerful tone.

Belgium looked at him nervously and struggled to find an answer. "You know…Denmark, Sweden, Finland …"

He then sneered and turned back into the direction he was facing before. "Yes, because they are the BEST of friends with me, right?" He grumbled sarcastically.

"I just assumed…" She answered in a lower tone, not wanting to anger him more. "…that since you're always with them…you must at least be friends…"

"Well, you assumed wrong." He said in a stoic voice as he took a step forward to walk away.

Belgium followed him, and grabbed his shoulder before pleading again. "But still, we all really want you to join the European Union!"

"Who is 'we'? He asked accusingly as he turned around to face her.

This question made Belgium extremely nervous. She didn't know what to answer, so she just spoke in a low voice and stared at the ground. "Um…Me...Err…Germany, England…"

"England hates me." Iceland replied in a harsh tone.

Belgium smiled nervously and tried to make England look better. "No he doesn't! He just has trouble expressing his love for people! He's friends with everyone!" She said in a feeble attempt to stop him.

Iceland rolled his eyes and laughed. "Is that why he keeps saying he wishes I just die so he could take all the cod?"

"Oh c'mon, Iceland…It's not that horrible…He's says those things about everyone! Besides, the process is pretty easy, I bet you'd have an easier time getting in than Turkey or Russia." She answered, trying to make everything sound less…problematic .

This seemed to annoy Iceland, causing him to grumble to himself. "Easy? I wasn't worried about the process being hard, I was worried about other things."

"What about your people?" Belgium asked with a hopeful smile.

He glared at her, then sighed. "They're against it too, and I want to respect their opinions."

"But…you already joined NATO, why weren't your people against that?" She questioned with a confused expression.

"Some were." He replied sadly before walking away…yet again. Belgium was starting to think this was going to become his thing.

She grabbed his shoulder yet again, now Iceland was starting to believe it was HER thing. "No! Come back!"

Frustrated, he only looked at her for a moment before he felt the need to eat something increase. "Why should I?"

She tried to search for the correct answer, and looked around frantically for something to say. "Please, just give me one week, and I'll find a way to talk you into it." She begged.

"I don't want to be talked into anything." He replied in a somewhat slurred manner, before his stomach grumbled.

The somewhat serious moment got interrupted, and she couldn't help finding it adorable. A wide cat-like smile appeared across her face, and let out a small giggle."…Not even if I buy you some food?" She sang playfully.

He held on to his stomach and stared at her. "Are you trying to get me into the European Union, or ask me out?" He said with a calm voice, trying to keep his stomach from growling again.

"Depends, is that a yes?" She laughed.

He shook his head and looked away. "It's a resound no." His stomach pretty much didn't want to cooperate, and kept making growling noises as he tried to look serious.

She gave him a lively look, then pouted. "Please? Denmark said you have a soft spot for sweets~!" She sang chirpily as she approached him.

"Yeah, Denmark's an idiot." He said, trying to sound serious.

"So you DO like sweets?" She asked as an idea popped up in her mind and she clung unto his arm.

"A bit, now let go of my arm!" He shouted as he tried to push her away.

"Not until you give me an answer!" She shouted back, now clinging even tighter unto to his arm.

"Stop acting like an idiot! Let go!" He yelled as he tried to get away before noticing she was enforcing her grip even more.

She was about to scream a no, but Iceland's pulling knocked her off balance and she pulled him down with her. A loud thump was heard, along with a shriek from her part. Now on the ground, she lay below him, and smiled.

Once he realized what just happened, Iceland panicked. His cheeks became red as he desperately tried to figure out what to say. "Sorry for that."

"You owe me." Belgium teased as she got closer to his face.

"I don't owe you any-" He started to say before he noticed she was in his face. "You're making me very uncomfortable."

"Well...how does…THIS" She growled as she pulled him down and she put herself on top. "Make you feel?" She finished with a her cat smile.

"If I do go to eat with you…will you please get off of me?" He begged.

She felt like tormenting him a bit, so she just stayed there for a while before grinning. "Maaaaaaybe. You're just so warm!" She teased.

"Yeah, I know." He replied as he got redder. "But honestly, get off. People are starting to stare."

"Alright, alright." She sighed as she got off and offered her hand to help him up.

He glared at her, then got up by himself. "I can get up on my own, thank you." He commented while he dusted off his clothing.

"You're so stubborn!" She shouted happily before taking his arm and making her way through the busy streets.

"Says the woman who has been on my neck for the past couple of days trying to get me to join her stupid organization." He snarked.

"I am trying to prevent a World War III. I believe you still remember World War II?" She said in a now serious tone. He clammed up suddenly, and looked away. "Well, we might not make it out of a third one, Iceland." She added before Iceland changed the subject.

"Where's the bakery, anyway?" He asked in a desperate attempt to talk about something else.

Regaining her cheerful tone, she looked at him and smiled. "It's right down this street. We'll be there soon." She laughed.