Iceland stepped in front of the sitting Norway, blocking out the warm sun. The blond, in question, looked up from the grass he was ripping up.

"Yes Fannar?"

Iceland's face was blank, mostly. His red-violet eyes were burning with an unexplained determination. Norway raised an eyebrow, silently questioning his new-found lover about what he wanted. Iceland stepped around to Norway's side and crouched down, silently sliding his arms around Norway's back and the underside of his knees. Norway unintentionally let out a very out-of-character squeak, a surge of sudden happiness and excitement rushing through his stomach as he threw his arms around Iceland's shoulders, his face turning red. He closed his eyes in sheer happiness as he waited to be carried off like he was a royal again.

"Uuurrg! Oh my.. GOD, NORWAY! Why are you so goddamned heavy?"

… oh.

Norway's face was turning red for an entirely new reason now. He could feel all the excitement emptying out of his stomach like someone pulled the plug; he sighed, disappointed. But it was too late for Fannar now, because he was determined to be carried by the end of the day. "I'm not heavy, you're just weak. You know what? It doesn't matter. You'll be carrying me back to the house no matter how many times we have to try today." He said.

Iceland shifted so Norway was on his lap with his legs crossed.

"Oh god Alex! I'm not sure if my arms can take it."

(That otherwise emotional-sounding statement was entirely in monotone, thank you.)

Norway carefully climbed on top of a rock that was about as tall as Iceland's legs. He planted his butt on the cool rock and turned to his brother, "Alright, lets try again."

Iceland, whose arms were absolutely killing him, wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into and was mentally cursing himself for even thinking that he wanted to carry Norway. Nevertheless, he trudged up to the blond on top of the rock and tried again.

This go-round's outcome was slightly better than the last ten times. He managed to get Norway's hips to bump into his stomach which, some how, made his knees buckle and the two being sent back down to earth. Norway, luckily, landed on Iceland so he had a relatively comfy landing. Iceland on the other hand was completely winded.

Norway climbed off of his brother and pulled him up by the shoulders, Iceland's head lolling back before looking directly at Norway. Alex noticed that Fannar's usually sharp eyes were a little dazed looking. He didn't like that, so Norway started to shake poor Iceland to death.

"No-or-way, St-sto-op!", he managed to get out. After a few more shakes he pushed Norway, maybe a little to harshly, off of him so the blonde's back hit the ground with a thud and a little 'uuf!'

With a slight growl, Iceland pulled him back up by the arm and directed him back to the rock. Norway hurriedly, albeit a little dizzily, climbed back into it. Iceland stormed up to him and grabbed him roughly and Norway wondered if he should be afraid but before he knew it, Iceland brought him up and into his arms, safe and sound. Iceland turned around and walked back towards the house as Norway's arms settled around his shoulders again.

Iceland had carried him through the doorway, up the stairs and into his bedroom. Norway stared at Iceland in awe as the snow-haired nation gently put him on the soft bed, then crawled in beside him afterwards. Norway turned and kissed Ice's mouth, "I knew you could do it."

Iceland just smirked at him and closed his eyes, resting an arm around his waist possessively and pulled him closer.

/AN- Awwww wasn't that so cuuuute? Nor was a little ooc here but whateva! XDD

A huuuuge thank you to Romanticistfujoshi-san for reviewing~! I agree, this pairing is like… microscopic. O.O

Anyway, reviews plz? It makes me excited!