Righty-ho then! So, we've had Finland, and we've had Norway. Up next, we've got Iceland, who's gonna have to pull out all the stops to even get IN the house...
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY PART OF HETALIA; IF I DID, ICELAND WOULD BREAK INTO SOMEONES HOUSE EVERY EPISODE.
Iceland groaned as he trudged back to the front of the house. After trying both doors, and ALL of the windows, he had finally concluded that Sweden had succeeded in blocking off every way inside. He groaned again. Norway and Finland had gone way overboard with the explanations of what Sweden got up to on his own. Why was he even here? There must be a better way to spend his time, other than trying (and failing) to break into his friend's house. Oh, wait, no, he had NOTHING better to do. Well, there was that paper on relations with the UN that had to be done by tomorrow, but why bother writing an extremely important, potentially life-changing paper when you can attempt to force entry into someone else's home, instead? Iceland stepped back, taking in the entire building with ice-blue eyes. He was just about to give up and go back to that bloody paper, when something caught his attention. Was that... a drainpipe?
He couldn't believe his luck. After tugging on the pipe a couple of times, Iceland decided that this pipe was probably strong enough to hold up all 5 Nordic nations, as well as Hanatamango and Mr. Puffin. Taking hold of the black plastic, he hoisted himself up and began to climb. The pipe was wet and slippery, thanks to the recent rainfall, and the Icelandic was grateful once again for his sturdy white boots. After a few minutes of struggling and sliding, the white-haired nation got into a rhythm and soon reached to first floor window. He used the back of his hand to wipe some of the water off the window and peered inside... and nearly fell off the drainpipe in shock. The others had been right. Sweden was dancing around the room in pants and a shirt, singing along to Caramelldansen, and using the duster in his hand as a makeshift microphone. Iceland's mind shook like a raspberry jelly, before resigning itself to huddling in the deepest, darkest corner of his skull, still shaking like a leaf. No, like TEN leaves. It was then that Iceland remembered the promise he had made to the others. Both of them had tried and failed to capture footage of Sweden's dancing. Now it was Iceland's turn to have a go. His phone was in his pocket, ready and waiting to record some seriously good humiliation material. But in order to get to his pocket, he would have to let go of the pipe with one hand... (A/N: Anyone see where this is going?) Tentatively, he released his left-hand's grip on the pipe and reached into his pocket. Then he stopped, as he heard a sickening crack. Looking up, he was horrified to see that this previously solid drainpipe was cracking away at the top. And that was when Sweden chose to look out of the window. The tall nation halted, as he saw a small, brown-clad person struggling to hold on to a now violently shaking drainpipe. He walked slowly over to the window and opened it, surprising the already frantic nation. Iceland's face flooded with relief, then worry, then something akin to fear when Sweden reached out to try and grab him by the front of his jacket. Then the pipe broke, and Iceland simply... dropped. Literally, one moment Sweden was about to grab him, the next, Sweden's hand closed on empty air. Worried, he leaned out of the window and saw Iceland part running, part limping away from the house. He sighed to himself again. A lot of people were running away from the house lately, and he was doing a LOT more sighing. He closed the window and went to have a shower, remembering with slight amusement the look on Iceland's face when he had spotted him opening the window, and then the panicky running-limp as he tried to put as much distance between himself and the Swede as possible.
Three down, just Denmark to go! However, I won't be writing that chapter until I've got a good enough idea of how he's going to get in. So far there's been: Front door, back door and drainpipe. For Denmark, it'll have to be really original. So, any ideas? Tell me in a review, and if I pick yours, I'll write a special chapter in which YOU try to catch that all-important footage of Sweden dancing. :D
