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Before Iceland knew it, Sunday had rolled around. He had gotten used to this strange routine, of small meals, getting sick occasionally, and working on the treehouse. It wasn't all bad news though.

The past two days had made plenty of progress. Since Finland had been out of the house, typically doing some sort of shopping, Sweden hired a few helping hands. Infact, the treehouse was almost done. It wasn't big by any means, but at least they could all fit in it.

Also, another bit of good news was that Sealand's flight was cancelled due to bad weather. Which sounds bad, but it just meant Sealand would spend some time at Latvia's, something Iceland was glad about.

In fact, Iceland would've been in a good mood if it wasn't for that fact he was woken up by a freakishly loud Dane.

"Wake up~! Icey!" Denmark bounced on the end of the bed.

"St-stop that!"

"Not until you get up!"

"I'm up! I'm up! Now stop!" Denmark climbed down from the bed and ran a hand through his gravity-defying blonde hair. Iceland grouchily got out of bed, ready to slap the Dane across the face. Unfortunately, said Dane was already gone.

How does he move so fast? In fact, why is he here?

Iceland grudgingly rolled out of bed, tired from the lack of sleep. He only got 3 hours of sleep at the most. Running a hand through his messy silver hair, he threw a hoodie on and made his way down stairs into the kitchen. There at the table was Denmark, talking and stuffing his face simultaneously. Finland sat across from him, sipping his 3rd cup of coffee. And Sweden was still in the kitchen.

Iceland sat down next to Finland, still drowsy. Sweden set down a bowl in front of Iceland, receiving a sleepy "takk, bror" in return. Iceland glanced at the bowl. Some sort of cereal and a glass of orange juice, nothing fancy.

At this point, Denmark's consistent rambling was just becoming background noise. Everything felt… muffled, blurry.

What's wrong with you? Everything.

That damn voice. It sounded so much like himself, and it would appear then disappear for hours. Iceland was so tired of it. But Iceland was also just exhausted in general.

Infact Iceland hadn't realized he had rested his head on Finland's shoulder until he felt Finland's hand running through his silver hair.

"Come on, wake up sleepyhead!" Finland teased the teen.

"Hm."

Iceland played around with his food, taking a bite every once in a while. Ever since they had caught on to his tricks, Iceland always felt like they would watch him like a hawk, so he just ate small amounts of food until he could find another tactic. Or go home.

"Well, what are we going to do today?" Finland asked.

"How 'bout you 'n Denmark go to that store ya wanted to check out?" Sweden suggested.

"That's a great idea! But what about you and Ice?"

"We'll stay back an' pick up Nor."

"Oh, alright then!" Finland and Denmark soon left for their outing. On the other hand, Iceland and Sweden slowly finished their breakfast and headed out back, to add a few finishing touches, or at least Iceland would. Sweden decided to continue to work on it after Norway came, he just figured that the Norwegian wouldn't let Iceland out of his sight.

The duo climbed up to the treehouse, a small (but larger than the original) wood getaway. Inside, there was a small card table in the middle, but big enough for all of them, even if it might be a bit of a squeeze. In one of the corners was a little cabinet, with a cardboard box next to it. Sweden grabbed the box and set it on top of the table, setting some of the items out and around the treehouse.

But one piece of wood caught Iceland's eye. It was that one.

KALMARUNIONEN

Danmark

Sverige Suomi

Norge Ísland

Sweden had saved the original sign, cutting it out of the old wall. Iceland held it in his hands, feeling the carvings in the grainy, rough wood.

"Thought we outta put it ov'r here." Sweden pointed to a small nail in the wall which was directly over the cabinet. Iceland nodded his head and walked over, finding a small string attached to the back of the wood to hang the wooden contract of friendship.

Sweden set the formerly hidden wooden box with all of its contents on the cabinet, under the sign. The duo continued to decorate, before Sweden noted the time and that they should get lunch then head to the airport to pick up the one who Iceland was dreading to see. Norway.

"I think I'm going to wear these for the rest of my life!" Denmark excitedly held a pair of socks with various beer bottles on them.

"Hey Ta, what do you think about getting these for the others?" Finland held up three pairs of socks, one with puffins, another with various mythical creatures, and another with little tools on them.

"They're perfect!"

"There he is." Sweden pointed to the top of an escalator, where Norway was standing with his luggage. Iceland and Sweden were waiting near the entrance of the airport to take said Norwegian home.

Iceland couldn't help but feel a little excited, which might surprise you. Why you may be asking, for the answer is that Iceland's little game was going to be in full throttle now. How would the Norwegian react when he realized that Iceland was calling the others brother and not Norway?

"Hallo, takk for picking me up," Norway walked over to the duo, looking quite exhausted from the jet lag.

"No problem." Sweden nodded.

"How have you been?" Norway gave Iceland a sort of side hug, much to the younger's embarrassment.

"Fine." Without much more talking, the duo-now-trio left for the car, which was also mostly a silent ride, but it wasn't unusual.

Entering the house, Iceland helped Norway with his luggage while Sweden tried to figure out where Denmark and Finland were.

"Takk lillebror."

"It's no problem. And stop calling me that."

"Nei. Anyway, what have you been up to lately?"

"Nothing much."

"You couldn't have been doing nothing this entire week."

"I read some books," said Iceland, not wanting to reveal the surprise.

"Ah. You have dark circles under your eyes, have you been sleeping well?"

"I'm fine, stop pestering me like that." Iceland wondered how long his nose would be at this point if he was Pinnocio.

"I'm just making sure, punk.

"Well you don't need to, punk," replied Iceland as he sat down on the bed, kicking his legs up and putting his arms behind his head.

"Hey, you have your own bed," said Norway, but made no motion to remove the teen.

"Your point?" Norway rolled his eyes, but smirked slightly and sat next to his brother with a book in hand. It was a silent balm moment, one without any arguing or extra noise, except for some soft snoring that suddenly appeared.

Norway glanced over to his left, only to find his younger brother curled up next to him, fast asleep.

"Liar." The Norwegian just smiled slightly and ran his fingers through the sleeping teen's hair. Yet, before he knew it, he was asleep too.

"We're home!" Finland called out while walking into the house, Denmark trailing.

"How w's it?" Sweden replied from the living room couch.

"It was fun! We found a few things."

"Yeah! We found the best gifts ever!" Sweden raised an eyebrow at Denmark's outburst. If it was chosen by Denmark, then there was cause for concern

"Hey, where's Ice and Nor? Didn't you pick him up earlier?" Finland questioned.

"They're upst'irs, asleep."

"Ah. Don't go wake them up!" Finland noticed Sweden hold Denmark back from running upstairs to see his "best buddy."

"Knowing Ice, he needs all the sleep he can get. Plus, Nor is probably jet-lagged."

Norway woke up to the faint sound of the TV downstairs. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he looked around the room to find it empty of any other life, so Norway decided to get up and follow the noise to see what was going on.

The rest of the Nordic crew were watching some old Christmas movie on TV, with the time reading 5:32PM. Sweden was sitting in a reclining chair, with the others on the couch. Denmark was closest to Norway, with Iceland in the middle next to Finland, who had his arm around the smaller. Norway found it odd, since Iceland would have definitely protested if it had been Norway. Or Denmark, but that's understandable.

"Nor! You're awake! Buddy!" Before Norway knew it, Denmark had launched himself at the Norwegian.

"You just saw me a week ago. Let go."

"But-"

"Let. Go." Denmark was pushed off by Norway, as said Norwegian decided to take revenge by taking the Dane's former spot on the couch. It wasn't much but Denmark reacted anyway.

"Hey!"

"You snooze, you lose."

"That's mean." Denmark pouted and then found another chair to sit in, magically with a beer.

Norway ran his hand through Iceland's hair as a sign of comfort, unfortunately, it was not accepted.

"Stop that," complained Iceland.

"You let Fin do it." Which was true, Finland had been doing the exact same thing when Norway walked into the room.

"So?"

"How come I can't?"

"Because." Iceland only scooted closer toward the Finn just to annoy his brother

Norway doesn't deserve it, now does he?

For once, Iceland couldn't help but agree with that voice.

Notes:

-Actually I don't have any, so have a fun fact.

-Fun Fact: Iceland refuses to go camping with Finland since Finland tends to do weird things, like hiding in a bush at night.

I'm so ready for these filler chapters to be over. Hope you enjoyed.

-TapiocaTundra