His dull blue eyes watched as you happily chased around Iceland's puffin. He couldn't say he hated watching you, he actually quiet enjoyed it. It's just the fact that even you, a child, told him he needed to smile more often.
Norway was a man of very few outward emotions and or expressions. It was just the way he naturally was.
"Puffin, puffin, puffin." You giggled. Mr. Puffin ran under your legs and to the other side of the room, to perch itself onto Norway's lap, before you even got one glance at him. "Huh? Where he go?"
Light blue eyes scanned the room twice before they finally found your victim. Laughing this time, you ran up to Norway, reached your hand into his lap, expecting to grab the puffin, but did not. The puffin managed to slip away and waddle his way out of the room before you even had a chance. Instead, your hand reached and slapped his southern region with much power.
His blue eyes widen slightly before covering himself. 'Owowowowowowow.' He thought, a look of pain on his face.
Looking at him, and the way his lips were tilted down, you nearly frowned, as you took hold of his lips.
"That's not a smile Mr. Norway!" He pulled a –painful- smile for you, which caused you to smile and giggle at him. "Yay!" That being said, you skipped out of the room to find the puffin once again.
Well, at least you got some sort of emotion out of him.
PHYSICAL AGE: 5