~F is for Furry~

Turkey stood in front of the mirror, his shirt off to reveal tan skin laced in short brown hair.

"Hm…."

He pulled open the lowest drawer connected to the sink and fumbled inside looking for a specific little machine.

"Now where'd that go? Ah! Found it!"

Turkey removed his hand from the drawer and pulled out a small shaver that appeared to have seldom been used.

"Turkey what are you going to do with that?"

Turkey turned to see Iceland leaning against the doorframe, his arm crossed.

"Oh nothing… I was just thinking of shaving my chest since it seems like that's what all the other nations are doing… and… I really don't want them to make fun of me…"

Turkey glanced down in embarrassment as he finished speaking. All of a sudden, he felt two small arms grip him from behind and wrap themselves around his waist.

"Please don't shave off your hair. I like it the way it is…I like it when you're furry…"

Turkey smiled and tuned so that the two nations would be facing each other.

"Heh… Okay I wont shave it off… but please don't call it my 'fur.' That makes me sound like an animal or something…"

Iceland looked up and smiled while planting a light kiss on the older nations cheek, his hands entwined in the man's "fur."

~F is for Fox~

"Sadik!"

Sadik jumped up, his eyes desperately searching for where Iceland's voice had just come from.

"Iceland what is it?! Where are you?"

Almost seemingly out of thin air, Iceland appeared, tears streaming down his face.

"Iceland what's wrong?"

Iceland ran up to Sadik and threw himself into the older man's open arms. His fists balled up in the green jacket that Sadik always wore.

"There's a monster in the *hic* bushes…"

"I'll go check okay? I'm sure there is nothing to be afraid of."

Cradling Iceland in the crook of his arms, he made his way over to the bushes and pushed aside the branches. Curled up inside the deepest part of the bush was a small fox, sleeping soundly, oblivious to the events that had been taking place. Turkey smiled and sighed.

"See Iceland? There's nothing to be afraid of. It was just a fox. Just a small, little fox, trying to sleep. So how about we leave and go do something more productive, like say, oh I don't know? Cuddle together in bed?"

Sadik looked down at the smaller nation to see him blushing profusely.

"…Okay…let's go…"

Turkey, a bit surprised by how outright he agreed, just smiled before making his way towards the door to the house, happy to finally see that Iceland was opening up to him, his barriers coming down one at a time.

~F is for Fried~

"Hey I know this is a simple question, but what is you favorite food?"

Turkey stopped eating his bowl of cereal and placed the spoon into the room temperature milk, a puzzled look on his face.

"Not only is that simple, but also very random. Of all the things that you could ask, why would you want to know that?"

Iceland shuffled his feet underneath the table and twisted a piece of his hair in between his fingers.

"I just really wanted to know okay?"

Turkey looked across the table at the boy, still just as confused as when they began.

"Okay I'll tell you. My favorite food is fried dough."

"Do you mean doughnuts?"

Turkey shook his head in embarrassment.

"Y-Yeah, doughnuts. Forgot that's what they're called here."

Iceland stared at the embarrassed nation, surprised to see him in this state, one that he is never in. Finally, he smiled.

"…Heh…Cute…"

Turkey slammed his hands down onto the table and threw his head up.

"What was that?!"

Iceland smiled happily at seeing the man all worked up.

"I said that it's just cute to see you all embarrassed and at a loss for words."

"I'm not the cute one, you're the cute one!"

Iceland's grin grew even wider as Turkey realized just how embarrassing what he blurted out was.

"Oh look at how much cuter you are now! The red tinge suits you more than it does me!"

Turkey glanced upwards and met eyes with an amused Iceland.

"Shut up."

Iceland grinned even more than before.

"Oh dear, now you've gotten eve-"

Just then, Turkey shot himself across the table and locked lips with Iceland. After a few moments, the two separated, Iceland's face a rosy pink.

"Heh… I told you to shut up. Now just go back to reading your manga."

Iceland smiled, doing just as turkey had said. Turkey lowered himself back into his seat and picked up his spoon once again.

"…Cute…"

Iceland looked up.

"Did you say something?"

Turkey smiled as he began eating again.

"Nope. Nothing at all…"