The next morning, things occurred as usual. The rays of sun peeking through Iceland's blinds and the annoying ringing of his alarm clock woke him from his slumber. Iceland slammed his hand down on the snooze button and lazily rolled over to conformable settle back into his dream world of liquorice and puffins. But one moment too soon, Norway walked in and shook him awake.

"Iceland, it's time to get up."

"Ugh…" Iceland turns over to look at the older Nordic before putting the covers over his head, "Five more minutes…"

"No, I'm not waiting. It's time to get up now." Norway repeated.

"Get out of my room then." Iceland replied, rolling over.

Norway sighed, "Do I have to pull you out of bed?"

"…Maybe you will."

"God, you're such a child..."

Iceland sat up quickly, flinging the cover off his head, "I am NOT a child! You're just annoying!"

Norway rolled his eyes, "Yeah, sure. Anyways, now that you're up, you can-"

Iceland lies back down, covering his head again, "No, go away."

"I'll pull the sheets off."

Iceland popped his head out to glare at his brother, "….You wouldn't."

Norway smirks slightly, "Oh, I think I would."

Iceland squinted his eyes, incensing his gaze, "…You wouldn't dare."

Norway lends down a little to stare back, "Try me. Or would you rather me get the bucket?"

Iceland cringed slightly at the thought of the cold water that filled his brother's beloved bucket; the water that he threw on Iceland whenever he overslept. No amount of sleep was worth the cruel fate you faced with the bucket…

After a five minutes of glaring, cover pulling and a few sly threats courtesy of Norway, Iceland finally and very reluctantly got up and walked to the bathroom. He showered, got dressed and went downstairs. Norway was seated at the table with a cup of coffee, reading the newspaper. His dark blue eyes lifted off the paper and watched his brother lazily shuffle to the table.

"Morning..."

"Good morning…" Norway got up, walking over to the counter, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just tired..." Iceland replied, burying his face in his hands.

Norway walked back to the table, placing a cup of tea in front of him, "Is it so hard to wake up in the morning?"

Iceland looks up at him, squinting in slight irritation, "It is when your head feels like its gotten trampled-" The Icelandic paused, holding the Norwegian's blank gaze before finishing with a dark, disdainful voice, "by an army of trolls…"

Norway patted the teen's back sympathetically, "…Ouch."

Iceland looked up again, "Thanks… Thanks for that…"

Norway shrugged before returning to his seat, taking a sip of coffee, "Don't worry, it will get better."

The Icelandic mumbled through his sleeves, "Oh joy…"

Walking to school is never fun but walking to school with a slight buzzing in your head is even worse. Norway and Iceland were silent as they walked to school. The rumble of the car engines passing by and the tapping of their shoe on the pavement filled the crisp autumn air. Turning the corner, they saw the school buildings coming into sight. A few students were standing outside in front, some walking inside the school in pairs, talking. Iceland couldn't hear anything other than the slight buzzing of chatter. Good, it was still slightly-

"HEY GUYS!"

…quiet. Wow, the universe just loves to prove me wrong, don't it?

Iceland and Norway turned around to see the loud, happy-go-lucky Dane come running towards them. Denmark skid to a halt before giving the two a huge smile.

"Good morning, Norge~!"

"Morning." Norway replied as monotone as always. The Dane slipped an arm over the Nordic's shoulder, looking to the Icelandic.

Iceland cringed inwardly when Denmark's eyes settled on him, before uttering a low begrudged "Good morning…"

"Hey, Ice!" Denmark chirped before roughly ruffling Iceland's silver hair, "How are you today~?"

Iceland looked up, replying through clenched teeth, "I'm fine… Please get your hand off my head."

Denmark removed his hand, "Whoa, what's got him in such a grumpy mood?"

"He has a headache." Norway replied, prying Denmark's arm off his shoulder.

"Oh…" the Dane smiled a small apologetic smile, "Sorry."

Iceland pinched the bridge of his nose, "It's alright… I'm going to class now."

"Okay, see you at the break!" Denmark called after the retreating Icelandic, waving excitedly.

Iceland waved a small wave back and continued to walk towards the school and through the entrance. He was about 10 minutes early and his first class was Biology. The teacher was usually late but the class was almost always open so Iceland could always slip inside and rest a little before the rest of the class came. So he walked to the Biology classroom, opened the door and slipped right in. Everything went as normal and with ease; this was a normal occurrence for Iceland. But what he didn't expect was someone to be there, but more importantly who was there…

"Hong Kong…"

Author's note: Sorry for a short chapter but I knew if I didn't update anything soon, people would stop reading...^^; Hopefully this is enough to hold you over until next time. Thanks for reading and as always, reviews = love!3