"I love you.." Iceland hears Denmark sigh happily as he eavesdrops through the other's bedroom door, much to his horror and increased curiosity.

"Who the hell could he be in love with?" Iceland mutters to himself, picturing the Dane being his usual loud self and wincing at the thought. "Or rather, who fell in love with him..?" He adds as an afterthought.

"You know, if anyone came in right now they'd call me crazy!" Denmark says jokingly, footsteps approaching the door as Iceland attempts to get away, he fails however, and he comes face to face with Denmark holding a pineapple.

The fruit.

A fucking pineapple.