The hotel's breakfast table was round and wooden and filled with food, but neither person sitting on it wanted to eat. It wasn't because they weren't hungry. It wasn't because they were angry or that they didn't like each other. The two at the table were simply too polite and awkward to start eating without the others present.

Canada leaned forward looking at the Icelandic Nordic in front of him. The air was so awkward. Canada had no idea why. Was it because Iceland didn't notice him? No. That couldn't be it because the Nordic was starting straight at him. Was Iceland shy. No. Canada knew what shy was and it wasn't what Iceland was acting like, Iceland was staring at him. Canada shivered it was like the Nordic was trying to read his mind or something.

"Are you cold?" Iceland asked to the point.

"Oh no just um can't wait to get started on the recycling thing." Canada tried to say.

"That's good." Iceland said simply.

Canada managed to give the Nordic a small smile.

The awkward silence followed them.

Silence silence silence silence silence SILENCE SILENCE.

Canada couldn't take it anymore he had to say something anything.

"Do you like maple syrup?" He blurted out and immediately regretted it. 'Nice going That was a stupid question', He thought.

Iceland got this strange look on his face somewhere between confusion and amusement.

"I have never had it." Iceland answered.

Now Canada's face looked horrified, "What do you put on pancakes then. It literally is the best food of the world."

Iceland looked even more confused,

"I thought it was a condiment and I put butter and sugar on pancakes."

Canada was aghast. There were very few things he got super passionate about. They included hockey, Tim Horton's and most importantly Maple Syrup.

He grabbed a plate of pancakes and plopped them down in front of Iceland.

"You are trying it right now." He said pouring an ungodly amount of maple syrup over the pancakes.

"Oh. If you insist. But I thought we were waiting for the others?" Iceland exclaimed.

"No time this injustice must be dealt with." Canada said.

Iceland looked down at the maple filled mess in-front of him.

Denmark had made him try worse and he probably do anything to make Norway's son like him. Canada was not the only one who felt awkward, but Iceland felt that way for different reasons.

All the Icelander could think about was that Canada was related to him and that Canada was so very young compared to him. Even though currently the Canadian had a very determined look on his face, Iceland knew that the boy didn't have a lot of confidence if only he could help. So Iceland did the only thing he could think of, he picked up a fork and took a bite.

"It is good." Was all he said. The smile that broke out one Canada's face was beautiful. Iceland nearly choked. It was the first real smile The Nordic had seen from the boy.

"Yes! I knew you would like it." Canada said.

"It different but not bad." Iceland tried to elaborate.

"So you like pancakes?" Canada asked trying to keep the conversation alive to avoid the awkwardness from again seeping in.

"Yes Norway used to make them for me." Iceland remembered that time. The time that he was small and still called Norway big brother.

"Hey I used to make them for America when we lived in the same house." Canada said. Iceland noticed a tone change in his nephews voice. It sounded almost sad.

"What happened?" He asked trying to sound gentle like how Finland says things kindly, but to him, it sounded more like a weird mix of Denmark's unabashed tactlessness and Norway's ice cold tone.

Canada blushed, "We grew up. America got bigger brighter and just didn't notice me anymore and of course the fighting with England didn't help." He looked down. "Part of life I guess." His voice seemed resigned.

"It is not right."

"What?" Canada asked.

"They shouldn't forget you like that. It is not right." Iceland said, "That is not how families should act" no matter how many fights Iceland would have with his brother he never would just forget him.

"Ah I know. Mine wasn't always like that just recently it's been getting worse." Canada felt a bit strange actually telling his problems to someone, but Iceland seemed to be a very good listener. "Sometimes I think they actually don't want me around you know. I mean I guess they are too busy fighting with each other. America and England fight. France and England fight there is never any calm with them." Canada rubbed his face, "I guess at some point I will just have to stop trying to talk to them." He was sad at that. He was always hoping for a better outcome, but it never came.

"Perhaps some time away from it will help." Iceland said.

"Huh".

"Well when ever Denmark and Norway get into it. I usually go stay with Finland and Sweden until it blows over." Iceland smiled slightly. "Sweden would make cinnamon rolls and We watch a movie and wait for the two to burst in and apologize for fighting. You could come stay with us, Nordics. I am sure Denmark and Norway wouldn't mind having you over and just chill until you feel like trying to spend time with the evil angry trinity." Iceland said simply.

Canada nearly burst out laughing at the 'Evil fighting Trinity.

"Maybe I will think about it." He said.

"Hey Ice my man are we ready to get this campaign on the road." Denmark yelled running up the the table with the other Nordics following after. "Awesome you bought food.!" He said as everyone took their seats.

Canada smiled as he watched Iceland quickly avoided Denmark who tried to ruffle his hair.

As he sat down it caught the Icelandic eye who gave him a cheerful wink. 'Maybe staying with them wouldn't be to bad.' He pondered.