Eugene: I'm back~! Man, it's good to be back from my 2-week hiatus (I learned that "hiatus" is kinda like a break or a vacation.. thing) due to a long process with my laptop.. -.-

Iceland: What happened to it? o.o

Eugene: Oh, something about data and ad blocking, that kind of thing… anyway, I got 2 chappies of this story left!

Iceland: But nobody like my shirt. T.T

Eugene: I know, I know.. *hugs Iceland* but hopefully, this one will make you feel better.. ONWARD WITH CHAPTER 4!

"Iceland… what's wrong?" A seemingly quiet yet calm voice startled Iceland from behind. He turned around to find his older brother, Norway. He also realized that there's a couple nations with him; Finland, Sweden, Italy, Japan, England, China, Canada, Spain, Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia, Sealand, Korea, Taiwan, Thailand, Hong Kong, Seychelles, Hungary, Liechtenstein, and Belgium.

"But why are they here? I thought that they laughed at my recent clothing.. nothing, I just feel so- unappreciated. And it's all because of this shirt on me." He flatly answered, gesturing to his shirt with the Iceland flag. "It's probably the same for my other clothing, too.."

"Ve~ but you look so cute, Iceland!" Italy said with his cute innocent voice and adoration. The female nations agreed with the Italian wholeheartingly.

"I guess.. but everyone else was making fun of me!" The Icelandic boy complained.

But Norway just placed a hand on Iceland's shoulder. "Don't listen to what the others reacted. No matter what you wear, you're still Iceland. It won't change, ever." He whispered in Iceland's ear.

"You think so…?"

Norway just nodded. Same with the other countries. "Besides, that outfit's pretty cute on you… kinda reminded me of you as a kid when I first found you, remember?"

Iceland gave some thought for a moment. Maybe Norway has a point.. even if he is wearing that shirt with his flag on it, he's still himself, right?

He smiled a bit at his brother. "Yeah, you must be right." From the other nations, they all cheered while Sweden just smiled one of his rare smiles. Then Iceland just remembered something..

"But what happened to my clothes from earlier?"

Now that statement got everyone blank in confusion. Norway just left, returning with Denmark with his ear pulled by yours truly.

"Tell him, Denmark; of what you did." Norway glared, his eerie orange aura pulsing.

"I… ok, ok! I'm the one who made the clothes disappear!"