Eugene: Hey! I'm back from my vacation! It was totally fun and- *sees Iceland running off* dude, what's wrong? O.O
Iceland: Everyone was laughing at me and my shirt. T.T
Eugene: Seriously? *peeks at gaping door and sees many countries laughing their butts off* Woah.. bummer. XP Anyway, ONWARD WITH CHAPTER 3!
"Dude! Seriously! We gotta get this conference meeting-" America was about to rant some more when he saw the most unexpected sight he'd ever seen. "-started…. ICELAND, DUDE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING, MAN?" The other countries turned to the back and like the American, their jaws also dropped and their eyes grew wide.
Iceland appeared in the room wearing the Icelandic flag shirt. But it's not just the shirt either. Layered under the shirt was a white long-sleeved top. Iceland was also wearing red pants and laced on his feet wasn't his usual white or black boots, it was a pair of navy blue converse sneakers. Iceland happened to find every nation in the world (or most likely, in the conference meeting) staring at him.
There was no reaction at all from the others at first… or at least that's what Iceland thought. Denmark was almost done his beer when he saw Iceland's recent outfit and spat out the entire thing and choked (spit take). And then it happened; he laughed. And it's not just Denmark either, but some of the obnoxious-like countries as well, even America. They just laughed, and they laughed, and they laughed right at Iceland's face.
The conference meeting went by swiftly and humiliatingly forward. Every time Iceland tried to say something, everyone (ok, most of them) just laughed. There were also many glares and for some reason, ominous aura rising out and covering the Nordic's seat. By the time the conference ended, Iceland quickly exited the room with a headache.
"I must've been wrong then… they all DID laughed at me… they must've hated the way I'm dressed right now.." Iceland thought to himself and he sighed. He was about to walk away when he heard footsteps behind him….