As expected, Chemistry went by painfully slow for Iceland. And he had two back-to-back classes of it…wonderful. Usually Iceland didn't mind it but today was different. He couldn't help his hands slightly fidgeting underneath his desk, waiting and watching the clock.
He just wanted to go see Hong Kong already! I mean this is his first real friend. It's only natural to want to talk to a friend, right? Iceland looked back up at the clock.
Five more minutes…
Wait…they are friends, right? At this thought, Iceland felt his whole body freeze.
We are, aren't we? I mean we technically just started talking yesterday but…
The bell rang, signalling the end of class and the beginning of break. The moment Iceland has been anxiously waiting for and now only one thought is lingering in his mind.
I don't want to see him...
Walking down the hallway to his locker, Iceland kept an eye out for the Asian nation. Before passing around a corner or a classroom, the Icelandic checked his surrounding thoroughly. He didn't want to bump into Hong Kong; he's sure he'll ask him that question…
"Are we friends?"
Yes, Iceland is quite anti-social but he knows that no one asks that kind of question! It will make Hong Kong think he's clingy or weird. It certainly doesn't help that Iceland stares at him in class…
Iceland sighed, hanging his head in defeat and closing the door of his locker.
'Well, there goes a chance of me ever having a friend…'
Shuffling down the hallway and outside, Iceland dejectedly walks past the groups of students, hanging outside the main entrance.
Damn all those cocky bastards for being able to have a healthy relationship with someone other than their families…!
Iceland sighed, "Yup... Spoken like true lonely person…"
Giving up, Iceland walked around to the back of the school. There are a few benches behind the school that no one ever goes there; Iceland could wait out the break back there. It was kind of like his secret base…you know, without the laser beams and stuff…
But when he walked around the corner, he saw that he was far from alone. Before he could even question the fact that someone else was here; realisation struck hard. He could feel his heart drop when his eyes settled on a familiar dark brown mop of hair sitting on the bench. The same mop of hair he has been staring at earlier…in class.
"Oh, hell no…!"
Iceland froze in place, hoping Hong Kong hasn't seen him. Luckily, the Asian didn't seem to notice him, remaining still. Iceland let out a breath, slightly relieved.
"All I have to do", Iceland thought as he took a step back, "is slowly…step…back. Just keep walking…nothing could go-"
Iceland felt himself back into something solid. Looking up to see who he bumped into, Iceland's face drained of all colour. Oh god…not him…!
"Hey, Ice~!" Denmark's voice echoed through Iceland's ears and sent a chilling tremble down his spine, seeping into his bones.
Yup, he was officially screwed…
"Denmark, what are you guys doing here?" The Icelandic hissed as calmly as he could at the Danish giant.
"Me and Norge saw you walking back here and thought we'd follow after!"
"Yeah, great but as you can, I was just about to leave so-"
"Why are you so eager to leave?" Norway asked, narrowing his eyes at the Icelandic, peering at him sceptically.
Iceland's heart dropped, 'Fuck, he knows…!'
"I-I'm not eager, I'm just…-"
"Hey Ice," the Dane interjected, "Who's that guy?"
Iceland spun around to see Denmark crouched down, looking around the corner. Curiosity was clear in the Dane's voice; he knew he couldn't get out of this one. So he did the one thing he could do; he feigned ignorance.
"Uh…wh-who?"
Denmark turned to Iceland, still pointing, "Him. That guy on the bench."
Norway looked over to where Denmark was pointing, "Oh, him…"
Denmark looked up at the Norwegian curiously, "You know him?"
"Yeah, we met him yesterday; that's Ice's new friend."
"REALLY?" Denmark whipped his head back to the Icelandic, eyes sparkling in excitement.
Iceland looked down at his feet, "Uh…well…-"
Before Iceland could finish explaining the situation, Denmark swept the Icelandic off the ground, giving him a bone-crushing hug.
"I'M SO PROUD OF YOU, ICEY~!" Denmark wailed, spinning him in a circle.
"Denmark, stop; you're going to kill him." Norway said, prying a dizzy, limp Iceland from the Dane's hands.
"Why didn't you two tell me sooner?"
"Like I said, we met him yesterday, dumbass."
"Well, I want to meet him too!" Denmark whined, "He has yet to get my approval!"
"What approval?" Norway and Iceland asked in unison.
"We need to know if this guy is good for Ice!"
Norway sighed, "Denmark, he made a friend; he's not getting married."
The Dane pouted, "Yeah, but-!"
"But?"
"…I still want to meet him!" Denmark pouted, stomping his foot like a child would. He turned to Iceland, whining, "It's not fair! Nor got to; I should get to too!"
"Well, it wasn't exactly my choice…" The Icelandic mumbled.
Denmark gasped, "Does that mean I can meet him~?"
Iceland cringed as the Dane watched him; waiting for his answer with sparkles gleaming in his eyes, "Uh, well…-"
"Alright, let's go~!" Before Iceland could protest, Denmark grabbed his wrist and started dragging him around the corner.
"Denmark, let go of me!" Iceland cried, trying to pry the Dane's hand off of him. He looked back at his brother for help but Norway is straight faced as usual.
This was happening, whether Iceland wanted it or not. All he could do now is shut his eyes and wait to be dragged around that corner…
"Aww!"
Iceland's eyes snapped open to look at the Dane, "…What is it?"
Denmark looked down at him, pouting, "He's not here anymore…"
Iceland looked over at the bench and let out a sigh of relief, 'Thank god…!'
"I really wanted to meet him…"
"Yes, well, as you can see, he's not here anymore. Now can you let go of me?" Iceland snatched his hand away from Denmark and began walking away.
"Hey, where are you going?" Denmark called after him.
"To class!" Iceland replied.
"What? But the bell hasn't even-!"
BBBBBBBRRRRRRRIIIIIIINGGGGG!
"Yes, it has!" Iceland yelled back.
Norway smirked in amusement, "Touché, brother…"