Nordics x Reader
Uncle Iceland the Fairy Godmother!


"Make sure you keep her out of trouble okay Ice?"

"Dad! I'm eighteen, I don't need to be kept out of trouble."

"But still (Name), I want you safe."

"L'st'n t' y''r f'th'r. (Listen to your father.)"

"Yes Mom." Says (Name), she hugged her parents as they left the house. "See you later at graduation!" (Name) watched as her parents Finland and Sweden walk down the pathway. She then turns to Iceland; who was in charge of taking care of her while everyone else was out.

"Let's go inside now (Name)." Says Iceland cooly. (Name) smiles and followed her uncle to the living room where they sat on the couch.

"Soo, uncle Icey. What do you want to do? My graduation's in almost six hours..." Speaks (Name), she glanced around the living room; remeniscing about the times when she was still younger. Now, she'll be graduation from high school in a few hours and will be off to college. She decided to go overseas to a college that was pretty famous and high standard. (Name) worked very hard to get there and made her entire family proud when she got in. But now, (Name) looked back at Iceland sadly, she lived her whole life with this group of individuals and soon she'll be leaving them.

"(Name), if you have nothing to do you should prepare for graduation." Replies Iceland bluntly, breaking (Name) from her day dream. (Name) laughs quietly.

"I guess I should uncle Icey." She stops laughing; a smile still graced upon her face. "But I don't know what to wear." (Name) turned to face Iceland and saw a small smile ghosting his features.

"I'll help you if you like." (Name) stared at him curiously. Iceland stood up and walked towards the stairs, (Name) followed him.

"(Name), don't you have anything decent to wear? It's a formal occasion." Asks Iceland as he rummages through (Name)'s closet as (Name) herself sits on her bed. Over the years, her room has been re-furnished due to her growing up from a small, innocent child to a bright, young woman.

"Sorry uncle Icey. I don't have a lot of dresses that would work." replies (Name). Iceland turns and sighs.

"Alright, wait here." (Name) waits as Iceland leaves her room for a moment. When he came back, (Name) raises an eyebrow. Iceland came in holding a lovely (f/c) dress in his hands, but it looked slightly over the top.

"Where'd you get the dress from?" asks (Name). Iceland blushes in embarrassment.

"I-It was a gift from Denmark..." He mutters. (Name) laughs.

"That's uncle Den for you." She says between laughs. "But the dress is a little..." Iceland nods his head.

"I know. But put it on first. I'll be back with the supplies to fix it." Iceland hands (Name) the dress as she stares at him with a surprise look on her face. He ignores it and leaves the room to get supplies as (Name) begins to change.

"Uncle Icey can fix dresses...what?" gasps (Name) quietly. She removes her articles of clothing and puts the dress on. Strangely enough, it's a perfect fit. It was a little tight around (Name)'s torso area but otherwise a perfect fit. (Name) then moves towards the mirror and examines herself. "I look like a princess or something..." States (Name).

"You do." (Name) turns to see her uncle Iceland return with a box of sewing supplies and a pair of sissors.

"Come here." Says Iceland as he sets the sewing supplies on (Name)'s desk. (Name) complies and walks over to Iceland who grabbed the sissors and began cutting. Starting with the hem of the dress which reached to (Name)'s ankles. He cut it so that the hem reached her knees and then moved to removing the excess frills around the dress. He snipped away at the unnecessary parts; the sleeves and high collar was cut off. (Name) and Iceland were silent throughout the process.

To think that she's growing up. Thinks Iceland. It was just yesterday when she was found on our doorstep and now... Iceland quietly snipped and sewed away at the dress, carefully trying not to poke (Name) with the needle. Once he was done with certain adjustments, Iceland stepped away and took the box of supplies with him to his room.

"Take the dress off and hand it to me. I'll continue to work on it. You can go prepare for other things in the meantime." (Name) nodded her head and as soon as Iceland left; she changed. As she walked down the hallway towards Iceland's room, she couldn't help but stare at the unfinished dress in her arms.

It's just like Cinderella. (Name) mused to herself. But for graduation. As soon as she reached Iceland's room, she quietly knocked on the door.

"Come in (Name)." spoke Iceland from inside. (Name) smiled and opened the door, letting herself in. Iceland looked up from his desk and smiled softly.

"Ah, just place it on the bed thank you." He says. (Name) nods and places the dress upon the bed.

"What are you doing uncle Icey?" Asks (Name). Iceland blushes and shuffles some papers about on his desk.

"Nothing!" says Iceland hastily. (Name) raises an eyebrow curiously.

"Okay then." She says slowly before leaving Iceland in his room. She made her way to the sofa where she collapses with a sigh.

Today, I'm growing up. I'm going to be moving away soon... (Name) thought and thought as she sat on the sofa. Soon, (Name) felt herself get sleepy, and closed her eyes; feeling herself drifting into slumber.

"(Name)...(Name)..."

(Name) woke to the sound of her uncle Iceland waking her. He held a lovely looking (coloured) dress in his arms.

"(Name), you only have three hours to get ready. Come on, hurry up." He says. (Name) gets up in alarm.

"Ah! I forgot!" She cried. Iceland nodded and handed (Name) her dress.

"Quickly (Name)."

Once (Name) was done with taking a shower and getting changed, she was stopped by Iceland.

"What is it uncle Icey?" Asks (Name).

"Come here." He says, gesturing to a seat in front of a mirror. (Name) sat at the chair and Iceland brought out a brush.

"Remember when you were little and you begged me to brush your hair?" (Name)'s face was of surprise, but then soon softened as she remembered.

"Yeah." She replied, "I would always bug you about being a Princess and make you carry me around." Iceland nodded and brushed (Name)'s hair.

"You were so little. Running around, yet you were still a good girl." (Name) smiled. Iceland took out a beautiful (favourite colour) jeweled hair pin, which he stuck in (Name)'s hair. (Name) gasped.

"Uncle Icey..." She says.

"Consider this as my graduation gift to you (Name)." Iceland gave the young (Name), a light yet affectionate kiss on the top of her head. "You've grown so much. You're definitely not a child anymore." Iceland stepped back and allowed (Name) to examine herself in the mirror. Her (h/c) hair was brushed back and held into place with the hair pin. Her fringe framing her face in a gentle manner.

"Thanks uncle Icey." Smiles (Name), she stood up and went to give her uncle a hug. Iceland smiled softly in return and held out his arm.

"Shall we meet up with everyone else at graduation now?" He asks. (Name) laughs and takes Iceland's arm.

"Only if you call uncle Norgie "big brother" when we get there." Teases (Name). Iceland flushed scarlet.

"N-No. Of course not!" He cries. (Name) laughs.

"I'm just joking!" Iceland turns away in embarrassment.

"L-Let's just go."

-Extended Ending-

"Woo! Our little (Name) is graduating!"

"Shut up Denmark."

"Denmark, Norway, shh. (Name)'s coming up!"

The five of them hushed as (Name) was called up. They watched as she walked up onto the stage, and received her diploma. The entire room was silent as she walked up to the podium for her graduation speech.