I just wanna go to bed and sleep...yawn..
Ugh..good evening everyone! Hope you all are feeling well. Here's another pairing! AND I'M SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! I'M SUCH A BAD PERSON!
Presenting, another one of the Nordics-
Ship: Canada x Iceland
Why: They're both have to deal with annoying friends (America and Denmark ((pfft, and Norway)) and they both have companions (Kumajirou and Mr. Puffin). I bet they also feel lonely, being either far away from others or not being noticed often.
History: An Icelandic (Leif Eriksson) landed on Newfoundland a really long time ago. And during WWII the Canadian troops were based in Iceland.
Warnings: Fluff! And first person, yay. And a moment of RusAme/AmeRus. I need to stop making innuendos..and shortness. And other pairings.
Things happen when you are stuck in a small closet. Especially if you are next to one of your closest friends little brothers. And if your closest friend is a bit over-protective, you know you are stuck in deep poo.
Well, that's where I am.
It all started with me hiding from Prussia.
"Come on Birdie! Please? Please? Please? I'm hungry, and West won't let the awesome me cook!"
"I-i'm sorry, Gilbert. But I can't not today."
"But Birdie!" Prussia whined while hugging me way too close to his body. I kneed him in between his legs, then ran off.
After a hour or two of hiding from the ex-nation, I ran across something disturbing.
"Da, Fredka, show me your buns!"
"So you like hamburgers, Vanya?"
I really did not need to know about America and Russia's love-hate relationship. I'll never forget that...never...
Then I decided to ask Norway to see if he knew any hiding spots. He has a history of hiding from Denmark, so why not? But when I found Norway...yeah. He obviously did not make it to one of his spots.
"You stupid Dane! How many times have I..I.."
"I what, baby?"
I finally just chose a nearby closet. Do remember when you would close a door, and would be pitch black? And how it would feel like a spider is slowly crawling up your leg? Well, instead of a spider, it was hair.
Iceland's hair, to be exact. The pale, snow-like hair brushed against my leg. I'm happy I checked that it was hair before I smacked it. That would have hurt a lot. Stable economies, am I right?
Instead of leaving the closet, I knelt down and gently nudged Iceland. The boy seemed to be asleep, but why was he asleep in a closet? Does he want to come out of the closet? Haha! Ah...bad joke.
Emil lifted his head and tried to slap my hand away. Of course, that plan failed. He continued to wave his whole arm in the air. I stifled a chuckle at the hilarious sight. It's not everyday that the normally moody teen was acting this way. Perhaps he was like this only around the Nordics? I hope I'm not intruding on anything, that wouldn't be good.
To my surprise (and relief), Iceland wearily sat up. He let out an annoyed groan and turned to face me.
"Shut up and let me sleep."
Let's just say that I was so shocked that I instantly closed my mouth. Emil smirked before leaning against me and falling asleep again.
Oh, I forgot how close I was to the floor. I bet my pants are covered in lint and who knows what else now. At least I get to see an innocent Emil for a bit. He's kinda cute...
Tabarnac! Why did I even think that? Now I'll be murdered by Norway and Finland!
Shoot...Finland...
Another bad joke. This is not the time for jokes, Matthew. You are in a closet, hiding from an eccentric Prussian, had just been scarred by two of your closest friends, and you're being cuddled. I guess it's better than standing near a hot oven, slaving away and making pancakes.
I looked back down at Iceland. I gently brushed some of his hair away from his face so I could take a closer look. W-wait, did he just smile? Oh maple, if someone were to find us like this-
I spoke too soon. The closet door opened up to see Sweden and Finland, who were both just as surprised to see me as I was to see them. Finland was about to share a greeting before he was nudged by Sweden, who pointed at the nation on my lap.
Now, the moment of truth, will I be murdered? Uh, time for a will! Okay, so all of my hockey memorabilia can go to...Japan. No, Kuma! Then my secret pancake recipe can go to Prussia! Wait, no, to Kuma! And everything else can go to Kuma. Eh, that easier than I thought.
Finland bent down and studied Iceland's smiling face for a moment, then turned to me. I must have looked terrified, because the Finnish nation let out a small giggle. He stood back up and closed the door. Not before giving me a wink, that is.
Wait, why were they even near the closet?! Oh gosh, first Russia and America, then Norway and Denmark, now Finland and Sweden?! My mind is about to explode from all of the people kissing! Or..about to kiss. Maple, this starting to become too much, no wonder Hungary and Japan freak out about this stuff!
Iceland shifted closer to me, just so he could wrap his arms around my waist. He sighed contentedly, before falling back into a deep slumber. Am I that comfortable? No wonder Kuma likes to sleep on me.
I lied back on the floor. Who cares about getting their clothing dirty, especially if you have someone you love close by.
Dear maple, that was very cheesey.
And simce when did I love Iceland? Where did that...non, I love him. Most definitely. Now, how will I tell him...
"I love you too." Iceland muttered.
I blushed and grinned before wrapping my right arm over him. That was easier than I thought.
Also, mental note, stop thinking out loud.
"You're still talking, you know." Emil sarcastically stated.
"E-eh? I knew that..." I sheepishly replied. Soon, we were both drifting off to our dreamworld. This time, they won't be about pancakes and maple leaves…maybe.
Short Timeskip, and Prussia's POV
Kesese, I have successfully used my awesome magic to find Canada! No one can hide from the awesome Kingdom of Prussia!
Alright, so my magically awesome map says that Birdie is in a closet near the kitchens! That means we- I mean he, can cook all of the pancakes I desire! Best plan ever!
I strutted over to the door and opened it, before noticing something surprising at the bottom. It wasn't very awesome, but kinda cute, like Gilbird!
Birdie was lying down on the floor, with Iceland laying on top of him. I am so tempted to take a picture of this and post it on my blog! Imagine how scandalous it'll be! 'The Awesome Prussia Discovered a New Pairing!' Imagine how much love I'll get from Lizzie if I give her a picture, too...
Kesese, perfect idea! I took out my phone and began to take a picture before I was picked up by the back collar of my shirt.
"Hey! Let the awesome me down! I was going to get blackmail for these- oh...hi Sweden..." My eyes un-awesomely widened in surprise, and by surprise, I mean I was totally expecting that! I smirked at the the very tall nation, who was most definitely glaring at me.
He walked back to the meeting room with me slung over his shoulder. When we got there, Germany had a dark black aura surrounding him.
"PRUSSIA!"
Ah, schiesse.
