Author's Note: This is only late if you're not Hawaiian. I'm not. So...I kept my promise to Hawaiians? I'm extremely sorry. So sorry, you have no idea. I rewrote this chapter completely, that's why it's late. I hope it meets your standards, I promise Chapter 5 will be better and on time. I love you all for reviewing. I also wanna give a shout out to that girl who's reading in Belgium. Mostly because I saw it on the traffic chart and laughed at the fact there was one Belgian but about 10 Russians and Norwegians. It was mostly scared laughing, by the way. Without further ado, Chapter 4:


After a while, Iceland realized that it was probably best if he left immediately, otherwise he would never hear the end of it. If anyone saw him, they'd think they were in a relationship. It was easier to try and talk her out of it than put up a fight, considering the more he struggled the tighter she held on. "Let me go." Iceland grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

"No…" She whimpered as tears started to stream down her cheeks.

"Don't cry…" He murmured as he thought what to do. He considered wiping away her tears, but he didn't want her to lash out at him for touching her. He tried to push her away from his arm, but she only enforced a tighter grip.

"No! Don't boss me around!" She cried.

"I'm not, I…" He took a deep breath and thought about what he was about to say. "Listen, if it means that much to you, I'll think about it."

Her eyes brightened, and she wiped some tears from her left eye. "Honestly?" She murmured as she looked at him directly in the eyes.

"Yes, honestly." He answered before turning away to avoid eye contact and pulling away.

"That's great! Maybe you're not as cold as I thought!" She shouted happily as the sparkle in her eye returned.

"You thought I was cold?" He asked with a confused expression. Sure, he was emotionally detached, but he still held affection for some things like…licorice. Mostly licorice. In fact, if people were licorice, he would have made friends with the entire continent of Europe. He was amazed by her strange ability to smile after crying over him, but maybe it was a natural thing for most people he nevr noticed. "What made you think that?"

"You have ICE in your name." She giggled.

"True…" He murmured in a low voice.

"But it's not, because you're so warm and sweet." She giggled as she poked his stomach.

He made an annoyed groan at her poking and stopped her. "You don't know me." He answered, expecting no reply and trying to walk away.

"But I want to." She replied with a sad pout. "We can be…FRIENDS. You know what friends are, right? You have those?"

"...Friends don't force each other into things." He said in a low voice. "Well, I have to go now."

"Where to?" She asked as she skipped behind him.

"To the airport. There's not a lot to do in this city and the plane leaves at 1 in the morning. It's dusk already. I should get going." He explained as he kept walking.

"…Wanna stay over at my hotel room while you wait?" She offered with a large smile across her face. "They have cable!"

"Um…no thanks." He answered, not even considering the proposal. It would be even more suspicious if they shared a room. Then Poland would start calling them both and asking questions, expecting to know every detail and telling everyone in his contact list.

"Can I at least keep you company? I don't want you to be alone the rest of night. Almost everyone is going to leave tomorrow, you'll be alone until it comes." She said with a sad expression.

"I don't want to be a burden." He muttered as he shook his head.

"Trust me, you're not." She laughed. "I don't have much to do anyways. The cable I mentioned earlier is horrible. It only has singing competitions. "

"It's not going to be fun." He replied, hoping to talk her out of it.

"Oh, c'mon." She insisted. "I just want to keep you company!"

"I'm going to call a cab." He stated, trying to ignore her insistence on the matter.

"A cab, you say?" She asked as she looked around. There were a few cabs parked around, but most seemed to be unmanned.

"Unless you prefer walking." He added, making sure to make her understand that he didn't want her to come with him.

Belgium shrugged. "I don't really mind. I'm not America, I can hold my own very well during long walks."

"I'm sure as soon as we're halfway there you're going to start complaining." Iceland muttered with a noticeably haughty expression.

"That's what I have you for. You can carry me." She chuckled as she reached in for a hug.

Iceland took a few steps back and shook his head. He was blushing, but it was barely noticeable.

"…You know you would." Belgium said with a teasing tone.

"Only out of pity." He muttered in a low voice.

Belgium shrugged and waited to see what he was going to do next. "Well, aren't you gonna call a cab?"

"Yes, but I'm waiting for one to arrive." He was starting to wonder what was wrong with her, she seemed so nosy about everything he did.

She tried to hold back a giggle and smiled. "Have you even been to a big city before, Iceland?" She asked with a teasing tone. "Cabs don't just come over magically."

"I have, I stay in Reykjavik all the time!" He protested, not understanding what was so funny.

Belgium nodded and tried to hide her now growing urge to laugh. "A really big city. Like London, New York, Rio, Tokyo…"

"Reykjavik is big…" He complained.

"New York has more population than your entire country." She countered with a serious tone.

"Maybe you have a point." He sighed in defeat.

"I always do." She sang as she approached the taxi stop and waved over at some taxi drivers that had recently parked there. "HEY! WE NEED A CAB OVER HERE!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, making Iceland's ears ring.

One of the drivers noticed and started to scream back too. "TO WHERE?"

"THE AIRPORT! THIS GUY HAS A FLIGHT TO CATCH!" She shouted as she pointed towards Iceland.

"IS IT URGENT?" The driver asked as people started to honk.

"Hey, Iceland, is it urgent?" She asked in a calm tone.

He was baffled by her quick change of tone, but still managed to reply in a calm tone in return. "Not really, I have some time, I still want to be there earl-…" He was interrupted by her screaming again, and this time it was fairly close to his left ear.

"IT'S NOT URGENT, BUT HE WOULD PREFER TO GET THERE WITH SOME TIME TO SPARE!" She screamed. Iceland was pretty sure she had damaged his ears permanently, but at least once he was home the whole ordeal would be over.

"ALRIGHT, GET IN!" The driver shouted as he gestured towards his cab.

"…That was…loud." He muttered in awe as he sat in the far side of the cab.

"Learned it from America." She joked as she scooted next to him. It seemed to make him uncomfortable, but she hardly noticed.

"That explains it." He muttered before scooting away from her.

"Did I hurt your hearing? I'm sorry." She apologized as she got closer.

"Possibly. It's..erm…fine." He answered, feeling a bit uneasy with her so close to him.

"So, what airline are you taking? Are you going to stay with the other Nordics?" She asked as she put on her seat belt.

"No. I'm going back to my country. Probably taking Icelandic Air." He explained as he looked out the window.

"…You guys have an airline?" She asked with a surprised expression.

"Why does this surprise you?" He asked, feeling insulted by the question.

"Nothing, it's just that you know, with the whole thing with the…" She bit her lip and stayed quiet for a while, prompting a bad reaction from him.

"You think we're too unimportant to have one, don't you?" He asked, ready to start screaming and tell her about all the things he was involved in.

"No, I mean…volcanoes." Belgium said in a low voice. She hoped the question would calm him down, but it seemed to only make him squint and give her a look that was basically asking if she was serious.

"Volcanoes?" He asked in confusion. "Why are you asking about volcanoes?"

"How can you even live with volcanoes erupting every few months?" She asked, trying to make more conversation.

"You get used to it." He replied as he leaned back in his seat a little.

"…To volcanoes?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Iceland nodded, prompting even more questions in her head. "…You're so calm about the whole thing."

"Well, I've been around volcanoes my whole life, why would I be scared of them?" He asked, wondering why she was suddenly so interested in volcanoes.

"Because it's like a mountain with the top cut off to show a whole sea of fiery doom." She explained with a serious expression.

"How poetic." He replied stoically, still not understanding what was the big deal about volcanoes.

"I know, I know…I just…I don't understand how you can be so casual about volcanic activity." She murmured in a low voice.

"It's nothing, besides, the springs are great because of the activity." He said with a smile. "The springs are great, almost everyone goes. Lots of people bond over them, but I prefer to go alone."

"Springs?" She asked before remembering that it was one of the main reasons people visited. That must have been why he was so proud of his springs.

"Yeah, lots of them. They're very good for back pain and to relax." He explained calmly.

"Still. Volcanoes. Don't you ever think about the possible consequences of a large-scale eruption?" She asked with genuine curiosity.

"It's nothing, Belgium." He answered, shrugging the possibility off. "You should worry about other things."

"How is your name Iceland if there's volcanoes everywhere? She asked with a cat smile. It was starting to grow on Iceland, but he honestly wished she wouldn't ask so many questions.

"Most are shield volcanoes and some are just fissure vents. And I didn't PICK the name Iceland, some random Viking did. I think he just saw some mountains and moved on to Greenland." He answered with a noticeably intensifying frown.

"…Why is it called Greenland anyway?" She asked with a childlike expression across her face.

"Because the Vikings may have needed glasses." He answered sarcastically, hoping she would leave the subject alone. "Isn't this common knowledge?"

"It is, but I just wanted to see your reaction to my silly questions." She chuckled as the car came to a full stop in front of the airport. "Because you're kinda cute when you're annoyed." She added with a smile. Iceland blushed, but tried to hide it by looking for his passport. Belgium turned her head, trying to figure out what exactly was so embarrassing about her statement.

They were interrupted by the driver, who seemed to be getting impatient. "I kind of need a tip here. Family and all."

"Oh, sorry. Here, take this." She said before handing the man some money. "It's a good thing I carry pounds every once in a while."

"Belgium, you don't have to pay for me." Iceland sighed.

"It's nothing, really." She laughed, trying to make little of the situation.

"I'll pay you back soon." He insisted, not wanting her to think that he needed someone to take care of him. He prided himself in his independence, he just didn't like people thinking they needed to help him with everything.

"No worries, Iceland." She replied with a warm smile.

"I promise I will." He stated in a firm tone. It felt horrible to not be able to pay for anything, even worse when the person paying was Belgium.

Belgium shrugged and tried to change the subject. "Hey, you didn't bring any luggage, did you?"

"No, I only have the identification and the ticket." He answered as he took out his passport. "It's just a one day meeting, I don't understand why some nations want to bring their entire closets with them."

Belgium smiled, it reminded her of the time France brought a stylist to a reunion. It was embarrassing to everyone else, but he seemed to think it was the most normal thing, even telling the stylist to do other people's hair. "Oh, okay. So…where's the terminal?" She asked as she skipped along to some seats near a group of tourists. Luckily, there were two empty seats with a good view of the flight schedule board.

"It's to the left, but I'd prefer to just hand around for a while." He said with a serious expression as he tried to pinpoint his flight.

"Hey! Can I come along to the terminal with you?" She asked cheerfully, hoping to wave goodbye as he left.

"I don't think they allow that after a certain checkpoint." He answered with a serious tone.

"Ugh, forgot…" She muttered sadly. She felt like an idiot for even suggesting the idea. "So…what? Can I only keep you company for about an hour before takeoff?" She asked with a worried look.

"Pretty much." He answered stoically.

"Can we talk about your volcanoes?" She asked with a cheeky grin across her face.

Iceland gave her a sharp glare and shook his head.

She pouted, and started to pull on his jacket, annoying him even more. "But. But…"

"Do you want to talk about yours?" He asked with a fake cheerful tone, trying to imitate her voice.

"I don't have any." She replied with a shrug. "I don't think I do, at least."

"Exactly." He muttered as he started to read his ticket information.

"What was the point of that question, anyways?" She chuckled.

"To get you to ask that one." He grumbled as he scooted away.

"What question?" She asked, now confused. He didn't make much sense sometimes, no wonder England thought he was weird. Well, England phrased it in another manner, but Belgium preferred to block out the Brit's foul-mouthed rambling.

"The one where you ask what's the point of the question, because I really see no point in this conversation." He replied with an exasperated expression.

"…Hmph." She grunted as she rested her head on his shoulder. "For the record, I have rivers, and rivers are cooler than volcanoes." She yawned groggily as she started to drift into unconsciousness.

"Belgium. Wake up." He said as he saw her sleeping on him. It was almost endearing, she seemed to be too tired to even react to his talking. She had probably spent too much energy yelling and jumping around all over the place. He sighed in defeat and decided to let her sleep on his arm for a couple of hours, still wondering what drove her to be so cheerful and enthusiastic. He was starting to grow accustomed to the feeling of her on his arm, now he could stomach it without much of a second thought. He didn't want to wake her up, but at the same time, he could feel his arm starting to fall asleep. He attempted to pull away, but she only held on tightly and rubbed her hard against his arm.

"She thinks I'm a pillow. This is just perfect." He grumbled sarcastically. "She is kinda cute though….Even if she can't seem to stay quiet for a minute…" He thought before sighing again.

Hours passed, and he realized that she wasn't waking up anytime soon. He didn't want to wake her up, but his plane would be arriving soon. Quietly, he started to pull away and gently slid away from her hold. He got up and started to walk away, but looked back and started to remove his jacket. "She'll get cold if I just leave her like this…" He thought. He returned to her and placed his jacket around her, the turned away again. "Either way, I already have plenty of those jackets…" He told himself as he walked to the terminal. "When she wakes up, she'll be warm. I'll be home and I'll never have to talk about this again."