This was based off of what my mind came up with whenever someone said something was coated with ice...

I do not own Hetalia nor it's characters. u3u

I rubbed my eyes clean of sleep as I stepped out of my warm, cozy house and into the cold morning breeze, snowflakes dancing as they fell to the ground to join their others in building mounds in my front yard, still a little green grass showing through the whiteness like puddles after a rainstorm. Trees were beginning to shed their summer coats of leaves, long since being green so only orange and brown littered the rings around the skeleton-like trees, all except the pines which stood proud and strong in the snow, flakes collecting on their wide hands of needles and holding them like a collection a child would have, fascinated by the fragility and the tranquility of the ice crystals. Clouds blended in with the pail sky and I could only sigh into the air, watching as a little cloud escaped my lips, rising up into the sky before vanishing. I smiled at the day to come and carefully walked down the pathway to my car, avoiding any ice that had accumulated on the concrete; my truck was covered in royal red paint, turning into a handsome crimson in the shade while it shimmered like a textured, red diamond in the sun, just perfect for me, especially the maple leaf sticker on the back window, accompanied by a polar bear. What startled me though was a creature lying on the hood of my car, sprawled over the windshield like some sort of blanket.

Walking up I leaned over to see what it was, I spotted the familiar silver hair of someone I could call a cousin. Frowning I walked to the driver door and opened it, tossing my briefcase in before starting the truck and turning on the heat, slamming the door just as the cold air blew from the vents and walked to the passenger side so I could see the young man's face, contently asleep on my windshield. I poked his forehead and he only groaned before fluttering open his lavender eyes, dark circles rippling off them to show he wasn't really himself today.

"… Emil?" I said softly, and he only made some noise in his throat as a response. "Emil how did you get here?" It was a good question since he was supposed to be attending the World Meeting in Holland right now.

He blinked and looked around, "Where'sshere?" he slurred, some frost falling off his head and onto his sleeves, not even seeming to notice the chill.

"… on my windshield? In Canada?" I made sure to put some emphasis on Canada, so he would understand just how far from home he was.

"Oh…" he grunted, "Y'know I jus' kinda blew here… wit' th'snow… n' stuff… yeah I dunno…" His breath smelled funny when the clouds floated near me, and I couldn't help wrinkling my nose at it.

Forrowing my brow I tilted my head to get another angle to look at him from. "Ice are you high?" I asked.

"What's that…?"

"I said, are you high?" I said louder, and this time he heard and understood me.

He frowned in irritation and flipped me off, "No I'm on yer fuckin' windshield…" he snapped, and a smile and a chuckle nearly forced their way on my expression and passed my lips, but I carefully masked it so I could be serious with this ridiculous boy.

"I'm calling Norway…" I murmured, pulling out my phone, hoping that would at least knock some sense into him.

Suddenly Iceland threw his arm up into the air, shouting "I can't be tamed by no man nor troll!" before he conveniently passed out, his forehead clunking against the hood of my truck, not moving on his own so I had to drag him inside.