Of course, after Iceland had mention both of them needing company, Denmark insisted that he stay longer, much to the younger's annoyance.
"Denmark, you've been arguing this for the last hour and I'm not staying." He stomped to the door, boots and coats back on his body again. "Goodbye now." He had opened the door only to be blasted by a continuous stream of wind, ice and snow. He closed the door with difficulty, now able to hear the Dane's laughter instead of the howling wind. He couldn't see much outside and the weather would completely terrible; overall, not good driving or flying conditions.
"Whose going where now Ice?" Iceland turned around and glared at him. He spent a good portion of the rest of the evening accusing Denmark of calling in a snowstorm, which Denmark denied, but it was an alright night in the end.
Iceland slept in far later than his host the next morning. In fact, the only reason he woke up was because of a pattern of noises in the hallway; stomping, clicking, laughter, repeat. He dragged himself out of the guest room and got to the stairs before spotting the offending noise maker, still in pyjamas and dressing gown.
"What are you doing?" he asked in dead pan. The blonde man looked up and grinned. He showed Iceland the new toy in his hand which happened to be a metal slinky. That would explain the stomping up and down the stairs. "You found a slinky early in the morning and decided to play with it. Great," he muttered sarcastically as he pushed past the man and went down the stairs to the kitchen. Denmark followed.
"I didn't just find it. This is Norge's present to me today!" Iceland sighed; he should've guessed that first.
"Well I see he's very good at knowing how to entertain small minds." The silver haired boy, much like his brother and current housemate, went directly for the coffee and was pleased when he found some left. "Have all your gifts been trinkets and cheap toys?" Denmark pouted slightly and groaned.
"Don't you start on that too. Norge chose these gifs for me and so I'll treasure them." He grabbed a candy cane from a jar by the Advent box on the table. "And anyway, some of them are really personal and precious." Iceland shrugged drinking his coffee.
"Like what?" Denmark just grinned.
"Nope, they're mine, no sharing."
"If this wasn't my brother giving the gifts I'd think they're something perverse." Denmark gave him a sly grin.
"How do you know your brother's not perverse?" Iceland bristled, blushing a bit.
"I-idiot, I know Norway isn't like that." Another sly chuckle from Denmark only made it worse.
"Yeah, but you're his ibrother/i, do you think he'd share that side with you?" Iceland turned even redder. He took another drink of his coffee to try and calm himself down.
"Just be quiet. I don't want or need to be hearing perverse, most likely untruthful statements about my own brother" he snapped. That seemed to subdue the other man for a bit, but not long.
"Guess what Ice!" The smaller boy looked wearily up at the blonde, who had the most Cheshire Cat-esque grin on his face. He sipped at his beverage instead of replying, so the man kept going. "I've had sex with your brother!" And then he choked. Denmark howled with laughter again and Iceland recomposed himself. The younger slammed the mug down on the table and went promptly back upstairs. When he returned down he was dressed properly again and was headed towards the door.
"I'm leaving." He stated firmly, cheeks still holding colour. Denmark was just finishing up his laughing session as Iceland pulled on his boots.
"Wait, Iceland." The boy sighed and turned back to the man, giving him a final chance to say something. There was a brief silence, then "You're brother's great in bed!" Iceland threw a shoe at his head and stormed out through the snow. Denmark was in high spirits for the rest of the day.