~E is for Excited~

Iceland bounced up and down on the edge of the king sized bed as he stared at the old, wooden clock on the wall above the door.

5 o'clock.

That only meant one thing.

Just then, the door swung open and a tan man in his thirties walked through the door.

"Ugh, work was wayyyy to tiring…Iceland where'd you g-"

The man stopped glancing around and looked down at the 19 year old boy sitting at the edge of the bed, still bouncing up and down like a small child.

"…Have you been sitting there the whole day… waiting for me to get home…"

"Yes. Yes I have."

The man shuffled his feet and shut the door as he sat his briefcase down onto the tiled floor.

"And why are you bouncing up and down?"

Iceland stopped moving as he grew red and lowered his head, his voice barely audible.

"…Beca…us…e…I…was…exci…te…to…se…uo…"

"Uh, what was that?"

The young boy swung his head up violently and looked the older man straight in his eyes as he spoke.

"I said because I wanted to see you Turkey!"

The older man stood there, his mouth ajar, staring at the boy sitting in front of him. Slowly he smiled, and in one quick movement, was eye to eye with the smaller nation.

"I'm happy to hear you say that…because I was excited to see you too!"

The older nation gripped the younger man's face in his hand as the two of them embraced; both excited to be in each other's arm once again.

~Eggshells~

"Umm Iceland? Why are there eggshells all over the floor?"

The younger nation glanced backwards over his shoulder at Turkey, who had cornered him in this room.

"Ummmm…What eggshells?"

Turkey crossed his arms and smirked at Iceland.

"Iceland, move away from the corner."

Iceland lowered his gaze and turned back to the corner before slowly backing up.

*Chirp* *Chirp*

"Oh Iceland… What am I going to do with you?" Turkey said as he shook his head with a smile.

Sitting in the corner was a small, yellow, fluffy chick, newly hatched; ready to take on the world with all the force it could muster.

~Exiled~

"Iceland, get out of the bed."

The blankets next to Turkey started moving around until a pouty Iceland stuck his head out from under the blankets and glared up at Turkey.

"But why?" Iceland whined.

"Because you've been exiled, remember?"

Iceland let out a disgruntled sigh as he crawled out of the bed. After reaching the floor, he stood there, dressed only in an oversized shirt as he stared at Turkey, his body beginning to shake from the night breeze coming through the window.

"Turkey…I'm cold…"

Turkey looked up from the book that he was reading on Icelandic culture, and stared at the young nation standing before him. With a large sigh, and roll of his eyes, Turkey waved Iceland over with a motion of his hand.

"Gah, come over here then."

Iceland smiled and crawled back over to Turkey's side, snuggling against the man's furry chest, happy to be back where he belonged.