NOTE: Sadik=Turkey
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~B is for Baking~
*Ding*
Iceland looked up from the dough he had been previously kneading to stare at the oven that has just alerted to all that it was done.
"Huh. That was pretty quick. I better make sure that they are actually done."
After dusting the flour off of his hands, he slowly makes his way towards the oven door, grabbing a kitchen mitt along the way. Bending down, Iceland peers through the little window to make sure that the Christmas cookies were actually done.
"Well... I better take these out before they burn."
Pulling down the oven door, he carefully reaches in and grabs hold of the silver tray, before standing back up and placing it onto the stove top, allowing them to cool.
Unbeknownst to Iceland, a shadowy figure slowly stalks his prey, careful to not alert the flighty creature of his presence. Clad in only a cape, boxer-briefs, and signature white mask, Turkey carefully inches ever closer to an unexpecting Iceland. Only meters away from the young boy, Turkey stops short of being noticed and quickly extends a hand towards the others butt, abruptly touching it before retreating like a scared animal, taking a few steps back in the process.
"Ahhhhh!" Iceland lets out a high pitch shriek before jumping backwards, eyes wide in shock, taking the tray of cookies down with him; broken angel wings scattered among red stockings.
"W-what was that for?!" Iceland shouts at Turkey, who is now fidgeting around like a caged animal with no way of escaping.
"I'm sorry... I just wanted to play a little joke... I didn't mean no harm..."
Looking defeated, the man turns on his heel and begins making his way back towards the living room before stopping and twisting back around to look at Iceland with evident excitement in his eyes.
"I know what I'll do! I'll help you finish making the cookies, and then the two of us can snuggle! Sounds like a plan!"
Without waiting for a response from Iceland, Turkey bends down and picks up an apron and begins to put it on, fumbling with the ties in the back.
Iceland stands, his hands in small fists, and turns back to the dough and begins pounding it with all his might, which isn't much due to his lack of muscles. All the while, a certain olive skinned man overseeing the spectacle, grins, a smirk pulling at his lips.
Shaking his head, he looks back down and mutters aloud in a hushed voice, "God, I love baking..."
~Beach Ball~
Staring out to a cerulean blue sea, Iceland closed his eyes in a moment of peace, complementing himself on his decision to vacation to Turkey with Sadik.
Ahhhh... This is what I needed... A much needed break from those pesky people... Norway in particularly! Always trying to have me call him ! Yes this is just what I need...
Suddenly, a voice sounds from behind him, rousing him from his thoughts. Judging by the sound of the voice, their probably not far off.
"Hey Ice! It's nice for you to come here and visit me for a change instead of me always going over to your place."
"Well yeah, I needed a break away from those four. Sometimes I have no idea what they are thinking or why they do some of the things they do. I can only take so much."
"Oh I know what you mean," Turkey says as he eases himself down into place next to Iceland, "sometimes you just need a breather to regain your sanity before heading back. Other wise you just might go insane."
Iceland turned his head to face Turkey, or where the sound of his voice was coming from, and opened his eyes for the first time since the man had began talking to him. What he saw was something that he was not ready for, or may never be. Seated there, stark naked, an oblivious Turkey gazes out towards the ocean and its rippling tides crashing down onto the shore.
"T-turkey! Where are your clothes?!" Iceland yells in a throaty voice, standing up and looking around for something to cover this man up with.
Turning his head sharply, Turkey looks up at a startled Iceland with a puzzled look.
"What's wrong? Isn't this a nude beach?"
Iceland just looks at the naive man, mouth open in amazement.
"No! This is not a nude beach! If it was wouldn't you see me naked too!"
"Wellll, you are kind of modest, so I just thought that it wasn't your cup of tea." Turkey stands up and dusts the sand off of his sun kissed body.
Growing redder, Iceland's restless eyes dart around and settle on a round, colorful object. He lunges for it and tosses it to a nude Turkey before turning his back to the man.
"Here... Use this to cover up!"
Turkey looks at it with a puzzled look and shrugs his shoulders.
"Well if you say so... But I don't see how this beach ball will cover up anything..."
*Sigh* Phew... Disaster avoided...
Jerking back around expecting to see the man now partially covered up, Iceland is met with an interesting sight. Instead of using the ball to cover up his nether regions, he has it placed so that it shrouds his chest.
"Put it over your BEEP, not your chest!" A furious Iceland screams, forgetting his manners.
Turkey, turning a shade brighter, replies in an embarrassed yet serious tone, "but then they'll see my nipples..."
~Basket and Boysenberries~
"Well this is a nice change of scenery." Iceland said as he threw the blanket up into the air, letting it settle by itself onto the grassy knoll where the two decided to have a picnic together.
"Yeah that's what I thought when I first saw this place."
Turkey sat down on the freshly placed blanket, placing a cream, wicker basket down in the process. Joining his friend, Iceland sat across from the man with the basket placed in the middle of them.
"So what did you pack for our picnic?" Iceland asked inquisitively.
"Oh you know, just a little if this and a little of that."
"We'll then let me see what's inside?" Iceland urges on while attempting to open the basket.
"Okay geez, calm down. I'll show you... Here it is! A feast for kings!"
"..."
Iceland looked at Turkey with astonishment written across his face, at a loss for words.
"All you packed was boysenberries?!"
"Well I thought why not? Their edible and..."
"And what?!" Iceland exclaims.
"...they match your eyes..."
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IMPORTANT:
For the letter B I decided to write in third person POV, which I feel is my weakness. But what do you all think? First (letter A) or third (letter B)?Your opinions are greatly appreciated. Also, I feel like these stories are going away form the length I intended them to be, becoming almost like one shots, so I'm going to try to shorten them up a bit staring with the letter C. If you have any suggestions for words for letters C, D, or E, feel free to leave a comment and I will use that letter for one of the stories. On that note, I hope you continue to read this and fall in love with this pair. I know I have ;) ~Sincerely, StarFire32