It's time for Ice to tell the baby daddy. Well...second daddy, y'know? haha Let's see how this goes.
Enjoy~!
Iceland was lacing up his boots in the entryway. It was now two weeks after he'd been given the news on his illness. His next appointment with the doctor would be in just five days...and he had yet to tell Hong Kong the news.
"You sure you don't want me to come?" Mr. Puffin asked one last time as he watched his owner pull on his jacket. Iceland smiled at him.
"No, I'll be fine," he assured his friend and then adjusted his shirt collar to make it more comfortable. "I have to tell him myself. Hold up the fort for me?" Ice asked with a smirk as he opened the door and pulled his carry-on suitcase alongside him.
"Ye. I'll do my best," the puffin saluted and received a smile of thanks before the door was closed, and his owner was gone.
Iceland was on the plane for hours, just staring out the window. He'd spent the last two weeks worrying about how he would give the news, and he never really came up with anything that satisfied him. But he knew it had to be done. In just one week, he'd be a whole month into his pregnancy, and he knew that he couldn't do this alone. He had to tell the father; well, the other father.
Sighing, he turned away from the window and faced the seat in front of him. Most of the passengers were asleep now because it was fairly late. The plane quiet and relaxing, though it didn't calm his nerves. He knew it was stupid to keep thinking so deeply, but he couldn't control the anxiety building up within him.
He loved Hong Kong. He really did...as more than just a fuck buddy. But he'd never been able to tell him that because he could never tell if his friend felt the same way. Hong...he didn't show his emotions much, and when he did, they were usually just mischievous and playful...lustful expressions. They were friends; just friends, and nothing more. Would he even want to be Iceland's friend anymore once he found out about this? Probably not.
Iceland didn't realize that he'd fallen asleep until he felt tapping on his shoulder and a woman (flight attendant) telling him they'd landed. Standing up and stretching, he pulled the carry-on out of the compartment above his seat and proceeded to leave the plane.
He'd been to Hong Kong plenty of times before, yet right now, this airport felt completely foreign to him. Everything was moving so fast in his eyes, yet the world felt slow to him. Once again, he found himself doing things without even realizing, and when he finally became aware of his surroundings, he was standing on the sidewalk in front of his friend's house.
Swallowing his uneasiness, the young Nordic took a deep breath and rang the door bell. He stood for what felt like an eternity before the door swung open, revealing the brown-haired Asian nation, who was looking at him in a state of confusion.
"Why are you, like, here? My family is over for dinner. If they, like, see you-" Hong Kong's words were cut off when his friend roughly pulled him outside and swiftly closed the door behind them. "What's wrong with you?! Why-"
"I NEED TO TALK TO YOU, DUMB-ASS!" Iceland shouted, tightly gripping his friend's arm. Anger and fear shook in his eyes, and he bit his lip to keep himself from losing his cool. "I need to talk to you," he said again more calmly.
Hong Kong wasn't really sure what to say to this. He knew his friend was hot-headed beneath his cool exterior, but that anger had never been directed toward him. So even though now wasn't the best time (his family was just inside), he knew that whatever Ice had to say must be important. He looked his friend in the eyes and put on his best serious face, urging for Iceland to say what he needed to say.
Iceland, noticing the serious look in his friend's eyes, nodded weakly and took a long and steady breath. "You know that...spell you did before we...?" He loosened his grip on Hong's arm and began to shake slightly.
Hong Kong tilted his head and looked a bit worried. "Yeah?" he asked, curiosity overtaking him.
Ice let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and continued. "Well, it did more than what we thought," he said as casually as he could. "Kongee, I...I'm..." He sighed. "There's no easy way to say this."
"Just, like, say it already," Hong Kong ordered. "What happened?"
"I'm..." Iceland bit his lip and tried to keep the water in his eyes. "...pregnant," he whispered so quietly that Hong Kong froze and wondered if he'd heard correctly. The tears suddenly began to fall from the Nordic's eyes, and the Asian nation instantly knew that this was no joke.
"Ice...E-Emil...is that, like...true?" When the crying nation numbly nodded his head and wiped his face on his sleeve, Hong Kong reached both arms out and took hold of Iceland's shoulders, looking directly into his eyes. "Ice, I'm so sorry," he said, realizing this was his fault for messing with magic. "It'll be alright," he whispered and hugged his friend gently. "We'll figure this out, okay? For now, just come inside."
Iceland nodded again and tried to regain himself. The tears had finally stopped falling, but his eyes were puffy and red now. "What about- your family?" he asked, voice cracking.
"Shh. I'll, like, figure something out," he cooed and put an arm around Ice's shoulders to lead him inside.
"What's he doing here, aru?!" demanded China, who was standing in the doorway of the dining room with his arms crossed, glaring at the two boys when they walked in the front door.
"China, this is, like, my house," Hong Kong said with a tinge of irritation in his voice.
"I don't care, aru! I thought I told you not to be friends with this European!"
"I can befriend who I want. You can't, like, control my life." Angry, the young Asian nation grabbed his friend's wrist before either of them could even take off their shoes and led him into the living room, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch. "China's a jerk," he said. "Stay here, and I'll take care of them, I suppose."
Iceland could hear arguing from the other room. He felt guilty for causing them to fight, but it also hurt him to think that Hong Kong's family was so against their friendship. And that was just friendship. A few minutes later, the arguing escalated, and he could hear everyone screaming and even some dishes crashing.
"GET OUT!" he heard his friend scream at the top of his lungs, and everything went silent. A couple minutes later, the Asian family shuffled past the living room and slipped their shoes on. Ice couldn't help but shake when he received glares from them, since the couch was in view from the entryway. They weren't just normal glares either. They were "I hate your guts. Look what you did," glares. Iceland's guilt level skyrocketed, and he looked down at his lap as they made their way out the door. Hong Kong stood in the doorway of the living room, looking apologetically at his friend. The atmosphere was tense and awkward.
"...You okay?" he finally asked Iceland but got no answer except a forced shake of the head. Iceland leaned over and dug his fingers into his head, taking multiple deep breaths. Frowning, Hong Kong walked over and sat beside him, rubbing Ice's back comfortingly. "I'm, like...really sorry about that."
"Don't be, Hong. I'm the one that caused it. I should have called before coming here."
The Asian nation gasped in anger and was a bit taken aback. "Ice, that was not your fault. China's just an asshole that thinks everything has to be traditional and Asian."
Iceland sighed and leaned back against the couch, pulling his knees up and loosely wrapping his arms around them. "I know, but I can't help but feel like I'm the reason you're always fighting with your family."
Now it was Hong Kong's turn to sigh. Leaning back as well, he pulled Ice into a hug and lay his head on the other's shoulder. "I don't care what they think, Ice," he said and tilted his head to peck Iceland's jaw. "I love everything about you." He smiled sweetly and laughed to himself when he was the surprised expression on the Nordic's face. "You don't, like, have to say anything. We'll figure something out, okay? I'm not gonna leave you."
For the first time in the past few weeks, Iceland felt overjoyed. But it was a kind of happiness that he was unfamiliar with. He truly smiled and felt tears in his eyes. "Damn hormones," he said and smirked, wiping away the happy tears that were streaming down his face. Hong Kong laughed at this and pulled him closer, placing a soft kiss on Iceland's wet cheek.
"I love you, Iceland."
Iceland grinned and chuckled, the tears still streaming down his face. "I l-love you too, Kongee."
Love is in the air~ ;) P.S. "Kongee" is just a nickname that I (for some reason) gave to Hong Kong.
Thanks for reading~! Please review!
