Gunner walked away from his last class and into the forest, humming. He got a few stares from others wondering what he was doing with his laptop. They didn't really need to know, though. They wouldn't understand. He didn't understand. Everyone was from a different place in the world. It made no sense. The Icelander was related by blood to his Norwegian brother. He was fully Norwegian, though. Gunner was fully Icelandic. He didn't ever understand anything. He was only six-teen. Of course, someone his age shouldn't even be in the higher grades. He was, however, and showed up most of the older students. He wasn't thinking of that now, though. The teen was typing up everyone's names on a Word document. It looked somewhat like this;

Feliciano-

Ludwig-

Kiku-

Alfred-

Arthur-

And etcetera, etcetera, until everyone's names were on that list. He included himself, and after the hyphen, put 'Iceland'. He put everyone's home nation after the hyphens. Alfred is sick; America has bad economony he typed, not noticing the spelling error on 'economy'. Below his own name and nation, he typed, Got flu on April 14; volcano erupted in Iceland. He continued using this strategy to relate everyone's nation back to things that happened to them.

"How did you catch that connection?" Gunner asked. Oh, you know. It just seemed a tad too odd to be coincidental. Am I right? "Yes, I'd say you are," he answered, "but it sounds a little silly. People personifying countries? It sounds like something out of an anime, or one of Elizabeta's doujinni things, or whatever you call it." He kept typing, talking to his invisible friend.

"OI! ICUGA!"

"Huh? !" he got hugged from behind, quickly saving and closing the document. "Um…hi G-Gilbert…" he pulled himself closer to the German, smiling. Gilbert-Germany. Became quite dependent of his brother on the anniversary of the fall of Prussia. He thought of his typing, but wasn't able to focus with Gilbert nuzzling his neck.

"C'mon, we're going to get some wurst!" he yelled, dragging Gunner about seven feet before noticing the other's computer. "What's this thing doing out here?"

"U-um…I was researching for…uh…e-extra credit. In English. Because I not doing welly." He rubbed the back of his neck, realizing his Icelandic grammar was trying to take hold again.

"Oh…all right!" Gilbert grabbed the computer, handing it to him. "Sure you're all right?"

"Yes." Gunner answered in on word, kissing him softly.

"Let's go then!" they waked off, Gilbert' arm around a smiling Gunner, neither knowing why there was such a noticeable connection between students and their respective countries.

"…you wan help with what?" Rodrich asked the two. "I don't quite understand your reasoning."

"We wanted to find out if Gilbo and Ice were a couple!" Antonio answered in his usual playful tone of voice. "We figured you could help by talking to Gilbo, and if Gunner got jealous, we'd know they were together!"

"Um…" the Austrian stared at two-thirds of the Bad Touch Trio, cocking an eyebrow. "If they're alone together and Gilbert is paying attention only to Gunner, wouldn't you infer that must mean something?" Francis and Antonio stared at each other as if they had just found a cure to cancer that also prevented AIDS, nicotine addictions, and hic-ups.

"THAT'S IT!" they yelled as excitedly as when Lucy decided Schroeder played 'Jingle Bells' correctly. "Thanks!" the two ran off, leaving Rodrich to his piano.

"Honestly…" he said to himself. "Those two are running around like chickens without heads." He decided that they must have had a dozen cups of coffee while Gilbert walked with Gunner to the cafeteria, opposite the direction Antonio and Francis had run.

"NO!"

"B-b't T'no…"

"I DON'T WANT CUPCAKES!"

"T'no, wh'ts wr'ng w'th ya?"

"I-I just want Salmiakki…"

"T'no…"

"Cupcakes give me nightmares…"

''ll right."

Tino still wanted nothing to do with cupcakes.

A/N

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That's a link to a fan-made song for Iceland, which is what he was humming.

I'm really sorry! I've been on writer's block for so long on this! I'll try to continue to the best of my abilities! I'm open to ideas, because I'm mot sure where to go from here...

Anyway...please review! I like reviews! They're my friends!