"Eirik."
No response.
"Island."
Still no response.
"Eirik."
The five year old boy sat on the ground, and he still didn't show any sign of response. He wasn't absent-minded, oh no. His blue, almost violet, eyes were glued to a small, round stone he had picked up earlier that day. He was just... focused.
Norway sighed. He never responded to his name. It was as he wasn't there at times. Or that he was deaf. You could call for him over and over, but he never responded.
He sat down next to his younger brother, who still didn't pay him any attention in return. He just kept studying the small stone.
He was cute when he sat there, all quiet and focused. Norway wondered what was going on in his mind. He smiled softly at his younger brother, and reached a hand out to stroke his silky and white hair gently.
The young Icelander jumped.
He stared at Norway, almost frightened, before he quickly got up on two legs.
The older Norwegian didn't understand his behaviour at all. He blinked, before he got up as well, and eyed the little boy warily. Iceland didn't look at him.
"Eirik.." Norway said softly, still with a small smile upon his face, and stroke his hair again, just as gently.
The Icelander stepped away.
"Nei.." Iceland murmured, still refusing to look at him.
The Norwegian didn't worry. Why should he worry? His lillebror had always been like this. His behaviour was kind of odd, but there was nothing to be concerned about. What could be wrong with him? Nothing could be. He was perfect. The most perfect little bo-
"HEJ!"
The loud Dane who suddenly kicked the door open interrupted the Norwegian's musing. Denmark grinned widely, pleased to know he had catched everyone's attention.
The little Icelander, on the other hand, wasn't so pleased. He let out a small sound of disapproval, and covered his ears. Then he ran behind his older brother's legs to hide.
"Look what you did now, idiot." the Norwegian hissed, glaring threatingly at Denmark. Norway bowed down to lift the little boy up, but he quickly ran away and into another room. He was still covering his ears.
The tall nation chuckled. "Sometimes I wonder what's the matter with that boy." he said, and shook his head with a wide grin on his face.
Norway hated to admit it, he really did, but sometimes he agreed with Denmark.
He nodded quietly. "Me too.." he whispered. Sometimes he wished he could figure out the mind of his lillebror.
A/N: So, okay. I was talking to my friend on the phone, and we discussed what kind of mental illnesses and and similar things that the Hetalia characters could have. And she mentioned Aspergers Syndrome for Iceland (Which I prefer to call Eirik or Eiríkur.). The idea was interesting, so I wrote this short oneshot that I might continue later. I don't really know that much about how Aspergers Syndrome affect young children, so sorry if I've written something really wrong.