Guess what? I'm not lying about tomorrow/today posting. I posted one chapter at 11:00 before midnight, and posted this one after midnight here.

Iceland didn't sleep well that night, what with entering the fourth day deprived of food, plus his best friend probably trying to hit on him and all. Regardless, he once again woke up late that day, and once again missed breakfast, and once again embarrassed himself. Unfortunately, Canada wasn't there that day, as he'd gone to check on his brother. All Iceland could do was sit there and starve.

Soon, however, but not soon enough, lunch finally came. Ecstatic, Iceland found that there was nothing interrupting him from eating. Had his curse finally ended? Oh joyous of days, he could finally eat to his hearts content….

Iceland got in the line, and searched his pockets for his food card. In order to get food at the school, you had to keep your food card beside you at all times, as they'd scan it and you could get food, but not more than allowed. However, Iceland, in all of his joyful giggling, found his card to be missing from his pocket.

What.

Iceland couldn't believe it. His card was missing. Even if he reported it missing, he'd have to wait a day for it to be replaced.

HE COULD NOT. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. WAIT ANOTHER DAY.

Iceland marched over to the tables. He knew what he must do.

Hong Kong sat at one of the tables with the other Asians. Korea was cackling as Hong Kong told them the events from yesterday.

"He TACKLED you?" China looked very surprised. I'd have given him the Anpan, if he was THAT desperate…."

"But DUDE, I didn't think you'd actually try to get him to kiss you!" Korea couldn't stop laughing, no matter how hard he tried. The whole thing was just so GOOFY.

"Well, I meant something chaste, like on the cheek or something. I guess he took it like I wanted to get into his pants or something…."

"I don't blame him…." Taiwan sweatdropped at the still monotone nation. "You always talk with that same serious voice, that he-"

"HONG KONG."

The Asians, not to mention most of the cafeteria, turned to see Iceland, in his growling, hungry rage. His hair was messed up, and his coat was falling off, He stormed over to the table where the Asians sat, Vietnam and China moving out of the way and Iceland stood on his knees on the bench, right in front of Hong Kong. Even the expressionless Hong Kong felt intimidated by this prescience.

"Uhhh, Iceland, is there something-"

"FUCK YES THERE IS." Iceland grabbed the Asian boy by his shirt. "FUCK MY ALARM CLOCK, FUCK THIS SCHOOL, FUCK THIS CAFETERIA, FUCK HOME EC, FUCK ENGLANDS COOKING, FUCK THE STALE LUCKY CHARM RIPOFFS NORWAY SEEMS TO LIKE SO MUCH, FUCK JAPAN'S ANPAN…." Iceland leaned in closer and closer with each curse. "AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, FUCK. YOU!"

And with that, Iceland forced himself on Hong Kong, kissing him passionately on the lips. Hong Kong's eyes widened at the Nordic's roughness, and his tongue was a tad dry, but it ended as he finally let him go after an eternity seemed to pass, and he grabbed Hong Kong's tray of food.

"I'll take this as payment." Iceland walked away, leaving the poor boy in a daze. As this happened, the entire cafeteria went silent watching Iceland walk away with his treasure. Soon, everyone slowly but surely went back to doing their own thing, while Korea laughed impossibly harder than he was before.

"Holy SHIT, dude, you totally got a boner!" The Korean fell from his seat, unable to contain anymore laughter.

"Hey…." Taiwan looked around. "Where did Japan go?"

"He said he was going to copy the photos he got." China frowned. "I saw Hungary leave after Iceland let him go, so I figure he plans on selling them."

Hong Kong sat there, dazed and confused. Had he taken his friend too far down the road of torture? Did he expect him to become such a monster after four days of almost no food? One thing he knew for sure…..

He had to try it again.

But who was the one who kept turning off his alarm clock? Who set him up to fail so many times in a row? He had to find out somehow…."

Norway peered at the scene from afar, behind the corner. In one hand, he held a lunch card, Iceland's name written on the back, and an alarm clock and a pair of explosives in the other.

All according to plan.