She was a magical little creature, with a melodic voice, whispering softly in a language he couldn't understand as she flitted around him in the air. The small, silver haired boy, giggled. Norway watched pleasantly from just a little bit away, a soft, rare smile gracing his lips as his little brother chatted amiably to the magical beings of the forest. It was pleasing to him to see that his sibling shared his ability and interest in the world of magic. In his mind, the man mused about the day his kid brother would be old enough to start practicing spells with him and learning more about this hidden world of scary monsters and nice spirits.

The little child ran over to the flat-topped rock that his older brother sat at, launching himself joyously into the elder male's arms. Norway smiled fondly and shifted the little boy into a more comfortable position on his lap.

"Big brother, big brother!" the lighter haired one exclaimed excitedly, "I saw faeries, brother! I saw them! They were right over there!"

The little one pointed his chubby finger in the direction in which he had just been while the elder allowed a soft chuckle to escape his mouth at the display of such childlike excitement. It had been a very, very long time since Norway had been this excited about anything, let alone something so natural to him as magical beings.

Norway smiled, "Did you, now?"

"Mm hmm!" the child nodded his head vigorously.

"Norge?" a new voice rang out.

Said nation turned his head with a raised eyebrow and his usual, calm demeanor as young Iceland darted off of Norway's lap to meet his eldest brother, immediately babbling about the strange little creatures he met in the forest. Denmark laughed and ruffled the child's hair.

"That's great, Icey!" the blonde said with false belief.

The little boy ran off and Denmark approached the other adult, grinning. "He takes after you, Nor, so imaginative."

Norway simply nodded, holding his tongue.

/

Iceland appeared to be an older child now, though in actuality, he was much more ancient than the children he played with. He approached his elder brothers, sniffling, head down with his silver locks hanging over his face.

"What's wrong, Icey?" Denmark questioned, his smile weary.

The boy did not speak, nor look up; he appeared almost as if he hadn't heard the rather loud Dane, but for that to have been possible, the child would have had to have suddenly gone deaf. Norway stepped forward and set a hand on his little brother's shoulder. Only then did the youngest present nation allow the two to see his tears.

"They don't believe me," the young one sighed, "They never do. They think I'm crazy."

"Eh?" Denmark cocked his head to the side, not quite understanding the child's words, but when he looked at Norway, he saw that the other did.

"...They can't see them..."

The oldest Nordic country suddenly realized what the small one was speaking of, and he groaned slightly.

"Ice, don't you think you are a bit too old to be believing in the magic?" he suggested softly, also moving closer to the depressed little one.

Norway cast him a warning glance which the elder either didn't see or ignored, likely the second option.

"But...but they're real!" Iceland protested, then bit his lip slightly.

/

Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. The teenage nation turned just slightly, but subtly enough that no one would think anything of it. Norway, however, caught it. He knew his younger brother had never lost the ability to see things which most could not, but he never brought it up.

Iceland could see them, but he would never let the others know. He didn't want to be the one who believed in magic, especially when the other Scandinavian countries still treated him like such a child. So as far as any of them were concerned, he was a normal nation, and the island country planned to keep it that way.

A/N So I'm not sure if this has ever been confirmed or not, but I've always kind of had this headcannon that Iceland, like his brother, can see magical creatures, but he pretends he can't so that the others don't think he's even weirder than he already is, or use it as an excuse to treat him like a child.